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The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
PLAYING TRUANT

One morning this week was driving back to town from a visit to an outlying farm house, when I overlook two boys. One of them was limping badly, so I stopped and asked what was the matter. The matter was badly twisted ankle, which l preceded to band age. And since the injured lad could not possibly walk the re- maining two miles into town I offered them both lift.
 At first they seemed rather re- luctant, and l couldn't imagine why until it suddenly struck me that they ought by rights to be in school. "The first truapts of the year." thought to myself. and smiled as I remembered bygone days when the schoolroom stified and all outdoors seemed to beckon. l rather fancied that these young sters had felt the same way. But sometimes truancy is rooted in something more serious than "spring fever," for their own sakes was keen to find out what lay behind this particular escapade. I know @ great many of the towns school children, but these two boys were strangers to me.
 After we had ridden awhile in silence. therefore, asked them their names and where they lived. It appeared they were brothers and livd In one of the newer sec- tions of the town. "roo bad your holiday was spoiled" l continued. They both grlnned rather sheepish- ly. Ut wasn't exactly holiday" began one. we thought maybe we could catch q raccoon," began the other. And we might have. t0o,'' continued the first, If the b0ugil hadn't broken" "I see." said 1; ''so that's how you hurt your footT'' The boy nodded. "But it was fun while it iasted.' no naid, and hii brother agreed.
 Their smiles faded, however, At we drew up nt theiF door, and both boys looked relieved wheD 1 gug' geHted going in with them. 1yi. dOntIy they were not Huro what
 kind Of n reception thoy would get Ttl0Ir mother vas certainly sur prNeG 10 sec the three of us, bul nnif iIilio until she had sent the p0nnanlefs uDataifa Co wash ana i|dV fhemseiVos, Then ehe turned
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
.What The Doctor Says AMERICAN CHILD HEALTH ASSOCIATION

to me and smiled. "Thank you for rescuing them as you did, Doctor" she said, they're always up to some kind of trick but I've never known them to play hooky before" ]" What do you suppose made them
 do it?" I asked: don't they get on we'll at school?" "Excellently, Doc tor" replied their mother, ''and they really like it,. you know. They
 must have had @ it of restless ness" And, forgive my curiosity" I went on, "but will you punish them for tt?" She smiled again. T
 have an idea they're punished
 enough" she answered, "but it's quite certain that Tommie won't
 be able to take part in the ice car
 nival on Saturday, with his hurt
 ankle, so I shall tell Edward he
 can't take part either. They can both come with me to watch. How's
 that for making the punishment it
 the crime, Doctor?'' laughed. and
 agreed that the boys would prob ably see the justice of 1t, and would
 think twice before playing hooky
 again. Then, after instructing her how to care for Tommie's ankles l said goodbye and left.
 was glad to see tnat there was
 evidently no unhappiness at the back of this particular case of tru-
 ancy. so often 1t is caused by mal-
 adjustment either at home or at
 school, or by lack of adequate op. portuni les for play. Such truancy is a child's method of running away from difficulties which are too great for him and which hss parents or teachers Should discover and adjust. Running away, Of course, 10 no kind Of 6 solution either for grownupe or for chii- dren, SO the sooner we help our chronic truants to find c wiser sos l lutIon, the better. Aa t0 casual truanta, such cd Tommio and Edward, itesurpFis. | Ing t0 note how often theiF stolen ! freedom ends in disaster. suppose beenuao sheer excitement over thl adventure Of bolng out Of school leads them Co dare things that are beyond their powers. remember wilon niIi Johnson, several yenFt ago, came homo with q brekon col.
 lar bone after just such q day~-bnl
 lhal. ns idplinB says, in another '''IHst Hss.t week, olslrs's sweet yessh
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
STYLE CHATS
WITH ALMA ARCHER

In the Italian town of Brescia there are portraits of eight charm ing countesses hanging in one of the old palace galleries. At least three of them are pictured wearing minks or otters with richly jeweled fastenings. Jeweled collar and bit, for example, fits the little beastie and in turn is attached by golden chain to the ladys belt to prevent loss of lady's furs. Now, while this may seem scandalous waste of diamonds and rubies, after all, Bar bara Hutton did cross the country in her private railroad limousine, so we suggest that someone with inclination start harnessing and bridling with precious stones some of the silver foxes and sables do- ing time on ladies' necks at the present time. But instead of chain ing the animal to the belt, it's easier to buy an insurance policy and likewise helps business along for the underwriters.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25

Is that the way?" Tom regis tered amazement. "Wonderful thing marriage!"
 "Oh, Tom, I do love you" Gypsy exploded into fit of helpless laughter, burrowing into his gray tweed collar like kitten. With Vera gone, everything was all right again. They could thump the up- holstery of the day bed, empty the trays of lip-stick stained cigaret ends, and pretend she had never been there.
 Sundays were the best, Gypsy found. During the week, the young Weavers parted in rather a furry. In the evenings, people us- ually dropped in, or they read books from the lending library, or went to a picture show. Sunday was all theirs, free and golden and gen. erous. Occasionally they went out to Blue Hills on Saturday night, to waken late in the big, shabby guest room, with the red maple outside. They would have a late breakfast, with Clytie generous in the matter of hot cakes and syrup. Mrs Mor- ell seemed brighter on these occa- sions, and Gypsy's father would beam contentedly at them from behind his glasses.
 "what's the program to-day, kids?"
 "I don't know" Gypsy would say. "What's planned, mother?"
 Nothing but 8 o'clock din- ner," that lady would reply, con- tentedly. You drive me to church, father, and after that I'd like to stop at the cemetery. It's Moth er's anniversary, you know. Just you and Tom do as you please. dear. You work hard all week. If you want to be here for dinner, we'd love it. But if you'd rather picnic, why Clytie vii fix a basket for you"
 So, occasionally they picnicked, just the two of them, on high hill, with the bright blue skies of late October overhead. It was fun it was glorious fun. Later they would tool the little car back to Blue Hills, and have tea with the family in the early dusk. There would be roaring open fire. Some of Gypsy's friends might drop in. to exclaim over Clyte's chocolate cake. The twins would squabble over their bicycles. And some hours later, tired and utterly con-
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toes with delight.
 Nothing at all. Just getting ice"
 He took her by the shoulders. He marched her to the door.
 Look here, you run back there and talk to Vera. I'll do the dirty work" He kissed the back of her neck. You little divvl, you!"
 Gypsy gave him a gamin grin.
 70. K, boss.'
 She went back and talked to Vera, sedately and politely. Vera turned off charm when the male left the scene. Gypsy had known she was that sort of girl. Vera went into the bedroom to freshen her makeup. When Tom appeared, with the belated water and three tall frosted glasses, Vera said that really, she must go. A boy from Princeton--a heavy date--was stop ping by at her cousins house at eleven. She really must dash. They would go night clubbing, probably.
 "She's making that up," said Gypsy, to herself, demure in her triumph. She found she wasn't getting anywhere with Tom and 50 she's leaving"
 But would Tommy get her a taxi? That was what Vera wanted to know. It was just around the corner, really, but she was afraid to be out alone in New York. Tom S obvious cue, at this moment, was to walk around the corner" Ca matter of some five blocks) with her. He didn't. He rang the door man on the house-phone and asked him to have a taxi round in fif- ten minutes. He and Gypsy saw Vera to the elevator, and Toms arm was around Gypsy's slender waist.
 Well" He drew out big, fine handkerchief, mopping his brow in the fashion of movie com medianS, after negotiating a difficult job.
 I don't believe you like your old friends" Gypsy said, picking up laden ashtray. 'I think you were glad she left"
 "Gosh, what gets into females, anyhow?" Tom demanded. "She seemed all right at noontime, good fun. Tonight she was entirely dif- ferent, she was putting on an act. Why did you run out on me? I gave you all the signals"
 "I wanted to give her a chance to be charming" said Gypsy, sup pressing a smile. "I seemed to cramp her style. She was prob- ably just the same at noon, but you didn't notice 1t. Just now you were seeing her through my eyes,"
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
Hp YOUR
 CHILDREN
By Dive Roberts Bartoe :
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William wakes from his nap rubs his eyes and smiles. William is three years old, even. He begins to chatter happily as he is being dressed When he gets his face washed he is as pleasant as sunny day.
 F On his little tricycle. he pedals
 up and down the pavement and his
 mother, sewing inside the window
 thinks to herself. "He is a good
 boy. There isn't another little fellow in the world as sweet as he is. His father doesn't understand him, that's all, because the child is always at his very worst when he comes home.'
 l The other children all have a | word or two to say as they begin | to come home from school. | His mother feels a warm rush of pride. "Personality--just full | of it.. she murmurs. "He draws l people like a magnet. When he grows up-"
 Parents Disagree That's where every mother there was Q certain uneasiness. David didn't agree with her. He called her sweet William @ little devil and kept repeating that some time he'd simply knock the tar out of him.
 She had to admit that he seem- ed to be justified, because William usually managed to show off to a queens taste between six-thirty and thirty o'clock.
 He would say "No" and stamp his foot, throw things, scream if he couldn't have his way, refuse his cereal and grab food he wasn't allowed to have. His father rare- ly, if ever, saw an amiable, ap- pealing little boy with personal ity and magnetism"
 After a while she called him. He obeyed and trundled his wheel in. They went upstairs and get his toys off the shelf in the playroom and he played with his blackboard and train. He's a little dear, so he is," she thought.
 Two visitors came, so they went downstairs again. There was much fuss made over William. Too much. But he didn't keep still a second and nobody could talk much. They stayed an hour. Will liam felt .impelled to show off and most of. the time was doing acro- battles.
 Sadie finally took him to the Kitchen. He ran off with the bak- ing powder and she chased him all over the house. She bribed him with an apple, a "piece" and a slice or two of raw potato which he loved.
 Child Needs Rest
 The visitors gone, William In. vented a game of going backwards upstairs on his seat and down the same way. He did 1t over and over. The last hour before Dads return filled itself some way, but this was true of the child. He hadn't sat down for one instant from three o'clock until six; also he used his nerves as strenuously as he used his muscle so he was tired all over. And the raw po- tatoes were lying heavy.
 He was getting cleaned up and this time screaming, when his fa- ther came home. At dinner he wouldn't eat anything he was told and thumped for cake. Put to bed finally at 7:30 he left a trail of more poor impressions on his dad.
 Children get bad when they get tired. An earlier nap and earlier bedtime would have been better eve nthough he missed father al- together, because there is going to be trouble and poor little Billy doesn't deserve it.
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The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
GLORIFNNG
 YOURSELF
By Alicia Hart
8I9xES 1sz SssXSE Ms

The most economical way of keeping your beauty is to cultivate healthful habits.
 If you want to remain beautiful and have a smooth skin, shiny hair, bright eyes and a supple body, try to retain the natural health of youth.
 In the first place, try to control your nerves. Very nervous per- sons are apt to show age much more quickly than persons who are calm.
 If there is something organical- ly wrong with you or if you have some sort of a nervous disorder, see a physician.
 Be sure that you get enough sleep. There are very few individ- uals who can get along on less than eight hours sleep a night. And remember that we all need ex- ercise. If you can go to a gymna- sium, so much the better. If not, a short walk couple of times 6 day will help to keep your body in good condition.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
.Marniel Nzirb -lS e..s ..!:::!!!. ==4e"

Derek Van Reuter- Bliss had re- turned from honeymoon abroad. said the society editor, and would be at home after the fifteenth in duplex at 833 East - Street.
 "Why, that's only two blocks away from us" Gypsy said, sur prised. q suppose you will be seeing her quite 8 lot" surmised Mrs Morell, gently.
 It wouldn't do to tell Nuns. Gypsy thought that while she and Lila lived only two blocks apart geographically, the social gap was wider. 1t wasn't too likely that their circles would touch. But she was wrong about that, as she was later to learn.
 (I'O Be COntinued)
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
THE PHYSIOLOGY OF FAT

THE PHYSIOLOGY OF FAT :.
 Every one knows that oil or fat is a better fuel than potato or white of egg. Combustion of given weight, say a gram (about one-third of a teaspoonful) of fat or oil yields s.4 calories. as com pared with calories from gram of starch or sugar and calories from a gram of egg white or pro- tein, Gas in cheese or lean meaD.
 Oils or fats in food are first emulsified into chyle in the small intestine. The chyle is absorbed by lacteals, carried to the (forgive me, old timers) receptaculum chylae and the great thoracic duet which pours 1t directly into the blood of the internal jugular vein in the neck. Thus it mixes with the blood in the veins and Is carried straight to the heart, pumped through the lungs, back to the left side of the heart and thence sent through the whole circulation.
 For hours after meal the blood stream contains chyle fat. A speci- men of blood taken within eight hours after a meal may be centri- fugalized and the fat will collect at the. top in the form of cream healthy blood containing perhaps one-half of one per cent fat. In many disease conditions, notably alcoholism, diabetes. tuberculosis and chronic nephritis, there is an excess of fat present in the blood. No one seems to know what signi- hcance this may have. But never mind about that. Just remember that any oil or fat that can be digested and absorbed is conveyed through the route described, and as It circulates through the body in the blood the tissues or organs that can use 1t pick out what they want. And any that Is not needed for fuel is laid away here and there as re- serve. For instance the pad of subcutaneous fat that keeps us all nice and soft and warm and some Of us smooth and round. Ghandi to the c,n,w, lin any prolonged
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
Vera Loued eeganty the dug bed Gr,d Tom brought piLLOaps to make her more comfortable.

tent, they would say goodby and be driven down to the station by Harvey Morell.
 Be out next week, Gyp?"
 q think 50, Dad. Unless Tom has to work. It's been such fun. You're too good to us." .
 Don't be silly" He would kiss her and shake Tomss hand and watch until they climbed aboard. Then he would sigh and shake his shoulders and drive away. Seemed funny to have Gypsy old enough to be married, living in the city. Well, that was life. They grew up and got married. You wanted them to, of course, but-well-it was funny, anyhow.
 One Sunday morning, early in November, Gypsy's mother tossed over to her the page containing the society column of the newspa- per.
 "I see Lila's back" "Oh. really?" Gypsy scanned the item with interest. MT and Mrf
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s1 0u0 oVoHs LHOuSnI typby TcsSHL' Fully, talks babylike. That wal really the last straw. In compari. son to this lush vision. Gypsy felt Muite eclipsed. She was wearing ht Toms insistence, one of hei troueseau frocks, a high necked long sleeved affair of red crepe. Il was becoming. It was smart. But beside the glowing Vera, Gypsy fell like the merest sparrow.
 '.And your little place '-- quite Sweet" Vera turned a condescend ing gaze upon the apartment which had seemed, only last evening, rare perfection in the brides. eyes. To- night she was conscious chiefly of It's lacks ]. no curtains . no rugs no soft, deep chairs
 Vera lolled elegantly upon the day bed and Tom ran to fetch pill lows from the bedroom to make her more comfortable. Gypsy sat up- right on one of the stiff windsor chairs, wishing she would go. wish ing the night would open and swal- low her. Hateful, hateful girl! Wasn't 1t enough that she had pre- empted Tom for luncheon that day, without having her wished upon them at night. But she was going back to Boston soon. Tom had pleaded: she had so wanted to meet his wife.
 ''Yes, she does" Gypsy had said, lightly and humorously.
 Honestly, darling" Tom had been hurt, bewildered by the frigid- ity in the atmosphere. Why, he had never seen Gypsy like this before! Shed always been easy and friendly with everyone. It just wasn't like her to turn crabby all of a sudden, for no good reason. Something of this he said, in clumsy male fashion.
 Gypsy smiled.
 I like that. No good reason" 1"
 They Gypsy had relented. Her natural amiability had come to the surface. She had said, equaby: "Never mind, darling. I'll be sweet to her. I'll be nice. I promise"
 Tom had been satisfied. He had been more than that, delighted. And now Gypsy was slowly con- gealing again, in Vera's presence, in spite of all her good resolu- tions.
 If she'd stop calling him Tom my' could bear it," Gypsy thought. 'If shed stop fluttering her hands about him, touching his arm" But no, Vera was of that great army of coquettes. She must be forever bridling, smiling, cooing ht a man. With her in the room Gypsy simply did not exist. She monopolized all attention. She needed a footstool. She needed a light. She-might she just have one 'teeny -weeny sip of water?
 Gypsy said, with suspicious brightness, that Tom mustn't get up, she'd get it herself. In the kitchen she ground her teeth and collected her forces. She recog- nized the fact that she had no weapons against an adversary of this sort unless she selected kin dred tactics. She might, for exam pie, go and Sit on Toms knee . . that would be quite in the little bride tradition. But oh, how re- yolting!
 q won't do it." said Gypsy. She couldn't help smiling to. herself al the picture. She ran the water fu- riously and went to the refriger. ator for ice cubes.
 '.Horrid creature!" She jammed 1t the ice compartment as though ramming hot irons down Vera's spine.
 "What on earth are you doing?' 1t was Tom In the doorway, 6 . slightly mystified and ever so sligh' Iy bored Tom. Gypsy, recognizinf his expression, tingled to her very
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or how Socrates got along with his
 cantankerous wife, xanthlppe. And
 we are delighted when we learn
 that Wagner, at tho age Of seventy was fond of standing on hIB head. While, fortunately, w0 learn some. thing Of ths great movements in philosophy. poiliies, music and lit- Orniure In biography. we are, alas,
 cnrrled along chiefly by ssir Dlon-
 sure ln loarnsig about those fgsnouh people un persons.
 1,-Yea. That ls, more women than men devote fh0nlaelsos tO the
 thlns called "ssclefr," TbelF entire
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25
FIRST LADY PICKS SATIN GOWN
 FOR PRESIDENTS BALL
GwendoIyn Gwynne Selects
 FrOck of Organza Green

IT'S the Presidents birthday, but his wife gets the new party rig. For the Birthday Ball in Washington, one of the many to pc held all over the country, including one III Waterbury at the Hamilton park pavilion, on January 30, Mrs Roosevelt wears tnis Milgrim evening gown of Georgia peach crepe satin trimmed with brilliants and brooch of jade
 Miss Gwendolyn K. Gwynne (eft) chose this peach-leaf green crinkled organza gown. The drop shoulders and straps add greatly to the interest of the dress, and with 1t MISS Gwynne wears silver accessories.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-25

1 famine, fasting, starvation, tho body gradually burns up all the
 stored fat, both that worn as "a
 blanket pad under the skin. and that wrapped around muscles and packed around various organs. such
 as the kidneys.
 Returning to my little controv- ersy with the anatomists and. phy- siologists Chow I love to return to 1 such things), may be betraying | turned me loose on the world as a | doctor but candor compels me to say I never came across lynn 1 phatic vessel on my rambles through the human interior. More
 over, I think even the standard
 anatomy textbook description of | such vessels Is suspiciously vague. In short venture the absurd con- jecture--and hope some scientific
 mentor will stop me if I'm wrong that lymphatic vessels are like capillaries-imaginary. am fairly
 confident that capillary blood ves- | sels do not exist, that the so-called capillarics are merely spaces be- tween the cells or flores of the tis-
 sues, through which the arterial blood seeps like water through a blotter. In the same way I believe lymphatic "vessels" are nothing but channels. through which lymph seepS on its way back-welL | well. here find myslef in quan. | dary. But pray be assured welt find way out somehow. Remems
 Der. there's the good old recepta.
 culum chylae.
 QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Listen to the Parort.
 My son Is entering - univers-
 1ty. Authorities say he must be
 vaccinated. Always said I'd never
 allow any putrid matter from &
 sore on sick calf (E. L. CD Answer-If the authorities insist
 on vaccination by all means let the young man be vaccinated. You
 only betray your childish credulity
 when you repeat, like a parrot, the 1 cheap phrases of some charlatan
 who sought to sway ignorant peo-
 pie. Vaccine virus is not "putrid
 matter from a sore on a sick calf" Regeneration.
 Please outline the regeneration regimen" you advise for adults of go to 70 who find themselves slip
 ping or going stale (M. F.
 Answer-send 10 cents fin coin
 and q stamped envelope bearing
 your addresg and ask for the book
 lot Regeneration Regimen" Rheumatic Fever
 Engaged to man who had rheu- mafic fever whom a small boy. His doctor said it was hereditary. No ono else in his family has had it
 % fnr es is known. Would his children be subject to it. The ilI-
 ness left his heart in bad shape. W. L.)
 Answer = Do-cailed rheumatic fever" ig e strept0e0oeue infection involving the lining Of Joints and often the lining Of the heart. Where tic hoarf lining is Involved gonoeoarditig) the valve may be left diaieFted by the soaF, and that ls fho common origin of vnIvulaF leakage. ee far na He know there
 ls 1oih'FH hereditary eeoEt eNeh an iIine1z er ils cIEasf9.