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The Washington times., 1934-05-18
BY JULIET SHELBY

Soon the days will come when
boiling asphalt rises in strange
humps on hot city streets. Then
your skin is going to need all the
help it can get to resist the
parching effect Of dry winds
and too-heavy doses of actinic
rays. ..
Skins being so different, you
simply have to experiment your
self with powder foundations.
AS a rule, cream foundation
which has a very light oil base,
and gives a moist makeup, is
the best kind to use on dry skin.
For the normal and oily skins, a
liquid foundation with a slightly
aStringent quality-such as one
beauty specialist has just
brought out in lovely new
summer shade of rose rachel
affords the perfect protection.
This new lotion is of a warm,
brilliant shade between ochre
and light bronze. 1t makes a
marvellous finish for both day
and evening, and is grand for
the skin that is tanning,
More often than not, powder
foundation is improperly ap-
piled. You can't just smooth it
on and let it 60 at that. The
whole secret of success lies in
not putting it on too heavily,
and in blending it thoroughly
into the skin. Start around
the neck and work up over the
face. Pat it. on with bit of
absorbent cotton, if it's the
liquid variety; with your own
fair forefinger, if it is a cream.
The Washington times., 1934-05-18

will have nothing but those in
classic shirtwaist detail. Some
have zippers for closing, some
are two piece, and some one
piece.
Sun-back tennis dresses or
1ounging dresses of various
kinds are good, and this year
may have something like a
cape to cover the back when
you do not want to burn.
In beach wear, cotton is SUI
The Washington times., 1934-05-18

hot h ou r S
work in the
k i t c h e n,
ahead. There.
fore, if you
can b a t h e
quietly, 81 ip
into fire S h,
cool clothing.
and go out
IN the KlCcn-
en- to contend
with the ice
box instead
Of a stove,
life really
takes on a
far roS e r
The Washington times., 1934-05-18

a m o n G S t
them.)
A g fy
column. Not
like any of
the rest. New
er talks about
t he S a m e
thing. Why,
in S t e a d of
writing a | |
over the lot,
don't I de-
eide to stick
to just one
+ h i n g? Do
s o m e t h in G
really worth
The Washington times., 1934-05-18

Write Betsy Caswell, inclOsing
self-addressed. stamped envelope.
on problems of table etiquette
and arrangement, what wines
to serve and when, care of The
Washington Times,
The Washington times., 1934-05-18
Soko Says:

"The legend old that this sad
monk
Must keep in cloister is the
bunk,
And yesterday when you missed
my piece,
I was at the circus with my
niece"
The Washington times., 1934-05-18
Prepared in the Early Part Of Day
They Add to Pleasure
Or Evening Program
BY BETSY CASWELL
Womdn'S Pace Editor

Here recipes for things that be cooked
In the ktchenette early in the morning placed in the ice
box and be served rumphany for dinner with effort
other than that attendant the opening and closing of
door!
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Natures Children
BY LILLIAN cox ATHEY.

Finally, the little lion decides to take
a rest. A wrapper of silk is woven,
and as he has only a limited supply,
he mixes the outside of his garment
with sand. Inside of his cozy COM
partment he passes the Winter. Three
weeks before it is time for him to
emerge as winged fairy, he cuts a
hole through the side of his wrapper
At the end of this time, the garment
splits, and it does not seem possible
so large an insect could have occu-
pied so small a cell.
However, with a few deep, long
breaths, the short abdomen takes on
length. The crumpled wings unfurl
and dry, and before your eyes the
exquisite creature waves its transpar-
ent and glistening wings in the sun
shine.
In the country the boys have much
fun singing" to the doodle-bug. It
has been believed by many of them
that it was their voice that charmed
the pit-diggers to dance at the bot
tom Of the Gen. What happened was
this: The singers breath started the
grains of sand to rolling down the
steep walls. The lion, thinking an
ant was prowling along the walls,
decides to make it impossible for his
victim to get foothold. So he sends
up showers of sand grains, and he is
so excited that his antics have been
construed as dancing. The magic
words of the song are ''Doodle-bug,
mummy bug, come out and dance!"
assure you that you can get the
same results by sending few grains
down the precipice, in case you do
not care to sing
Copyright. 1934)
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Uncle Ray
Tom Thumb.


THERE never was a tom Thumb"
l. "a little boy who walked and
talked, even though he was as small
as a thumb"-but there is an old
English legend about such a boy.
Tom Thumb, we are told, was born
into the family of poor farmer, who
lived in little cottage. His parents
had hard time keeping track of
him, since he was so small.
One day when Tom was near his
mother while she was milking COW.
he was mistaken for something to eat
by the COW, and only good fortune
and his cry of alarm-saved him.
The person, or persons, who made
up the Tom Thumb stories did not
seem to care whether any one would
believe them or not. The tales 60 on
to tell of long train Of events which
took little Tom to the court of King
Arthur, where he was well received.
When, at last, he asked to go home,
so that he might see his father and
mother again, the King told him that
he could go into the treasury and
take away "all that he could carry"
There is a touch Of humor in this
part of the adventures, for all that
Tom could carry was silver three
penny coin. Struggling under this
burden, he reached home, very tired,
indeed.
Later Tom asked to go back to King
Arthur's court, and his mother said
that he could do so. She gave him
tiny umbrella, blew her breath to get
him started, and away he sailed
through the air until he came to
Kings palace. AL were pleased to
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Bedtime Stories
BY THORNTON w. BURGESS.

rain down this way the last Sum-
mer?"
There were times when It was
rather dry, but nothing very bad" re-
piled Peter.
Mrs. Quack sighed. IT wish we
had remained here instead Of going
up to our regular nesting ground !"
said she. up there there was no
rain for weeks and weeks. 1t was dry.
dry, dry. The marshes dried up. All
the little ponds dried up and the
larger ones grew smaller and smaller.
Only a few Of my eggs Matched and
by the time these did there was no
water near and of course no food. I
tried to lead the babies to the nearest
water, but 1t was too. far. They are
too weak. 1t was dreadful. All
around were others no better of.
Only those who had neSted near some
large body Of water succeeded in rais-
ing any children this year and even
these had hard time. Never in all nv
life have known anything like it
and may I never know anything like
1t again. Even we older Ducks, who
could fly. had hard work to get food
and none of us had enough. There
are few young Ducks to come South
this year, Peter Rabbit, and few of
the older ones in good condition for
the long journey"
And as If that wasn't enough,
there are more Of those terrible guns
all along the way than ever before" +"
interrupted Mr.. Quack, bitterly. How
we ever got here I don't know. I
really don't. And I don't know how
we are going to get down to our
Winter home. It will be guns, guns,
guns, terrible guns all the way" He
shivered.
(Copyright, 1934)
Evening star., 1934-11-13

"HERE were times when Peter
Rabbit thought that no one
had troubles equal to his own:
l. that no one had as hard a
time as he did. So you see,
Peter was very much like most of us.
Many times had he been sorry for
that Mrs. Quack the Mallard Duck
told, such troubles and dangers as
he had had seemed of small account.
Mr.. and Mrs. Quack had arrived
only that morning from their Summer
home in the Far North. Peter had
come over to the Smiling Pool to visit
Jerry Muskrat. He had been delighted
to find the Quacks there, for they
were old friends. Almost since he
could remember they had visited the
Smiling Pool twice each year, once
on their way North in the Spring and
again on their way South in the
Autumn. He had noticed that they
looked very tired and had said so.
Both had admitted that they had had
a long and dangerous journey, with
few opportunities to rest because of
the hunters with their terrible guns.
All the time Peter was aware that
there was something that didn't seem
quite right. Suddenly 1t came to him.
They were alone. That was it, they
were alone. Always on previous visits
on their way South they had brought
their children and usually some
friends with them. Peter looked as
best he could among the rushes,
thinking to see some Of them hidden
there. At last he ventured an inquiry.
Where are the children?" he asked.
Mrs. Quack shook her head sadly.
1--WE haven't any this year." she re-
piled in low voice.
Peter wondered if they had been
shot by the hunters on their way
down but he didn't like to ask. per-
haps they are coming LATER" he ven-
tured.
Again Mrs. Quack shook her head.
''we haven't any," she repeated.
Were all killed by those terrible
guns?" Peter blurted out.
Once more Mrs. Quack shook her
head. "No," said she. None lived
to grow up"
do you mean all were killed while
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Dorothy Dix Says
Give Husband His Head at Fifty, Lest He
Kick Over the Traces, Is Sound
Advise to Wife.

EAR MISS DIX have married years a
he very proud have been good mother good wife
spd s@ mS nse
tired He says Ss he is in love % with
ties, divorce him. What shall do? MARION
plan would be him
agree to separation year Tel MIN that you have no desire
up your s, life
really wants
TT very turbulent appears
S Pc .n s Of sick snd @ @ d s M s
their professions and change They long for liberty and free
to themselves They want to be able to and
they please without giving q account to any
having to home
dinner and the wife the table and spend the evening
trying the same going old patients
WHILE this mood lasts many gets divorce from his wife
ret from business and generally with the
@ He T % ad 1a ] hs without M % his old dust we fnd aa ashss sS on his
death with nothing do The appers who seemed glamoo
he was fenced on from them the domestic fold he finds to be
SHY silly little M ss with It'll whom he has nothing Just he finds
burden when he nothing
begun But you with s whose % seps ss
you weep wear the
the re tssss he % will @ go where there
quickly he will flee from the sound of your voice.
THE only thing bring to his senses experience
or G 5 him LET ena 5 Ssii the sa home Let G him hs Ss.
order clothes
when sick Let him lack the million things
wife has long for his comfort
ALL let him have to not interested
in him his affairs who have background him. for
society Then he will find out the worth wife price
divorce believe that
years separation before
decisive STEP DOROTHY DIX.
DEAR MISS DIX think love girl because depth
Of character mmeasurabe She
She appreciatve ideas She
enjoys obnoxious She fills
deeds. 1t Is glorious be with
thrill unreasonably. justified saying love
A
Answer have found girl who listens talk
who burns incense before
for pipe have certainly
thank your stars for having got girl beyond price,
AP1TAI1oNs are no sign of love They often
OF Indigestion than proof Of the passion do
not last You can't thrilling
hot and cold at the sound foep
and they become the commonplace Of everyday lue
Besides everybody
If experience
viii never marriage
likely TO be happy than that rests upon passing thrills
DOROTHY DIX
Crpyrirht
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Grapefruit Salad.

This is appropriate for the salad
course of the Thanksgiving dinner, or
it may be served as a part of the
supper meal. Mix long, cut-out Sec
tions of fine grapefruit with peeled
and seeded white grapes which have
been soaked for an hour or so in
white grape juice. arrange on in
dividual plates of crisp lettuce, add
ing two or more balls made from
cream cheese which has been nicely
seasoned and moistened with thick
cream. Serve with French dressing
or fruit-salad dressing made as fol-
lows: Mix together two. lightly beaten
eggs, q quarter Of a cupful each of
sugar, fruit sirup and lemon Juice,
and cook in a double boiler until it
thickens like custard, stirring all the
while. Add half a teaspoonful Of
salt. ANY sirup from canned fruit
may be used. although pineapple is
especially delicious.
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Acorn Season
BY d. C. PEATTIE.

NOW is that season when the
acorns fall and germinate. The
first spell of November rains sets
them to sprouting, the embryo COM
ing to life, and sending its little root
down into the ground. The powerful
pull Of the root often drags the acorn
upright, so that, in places. the ground
is Uttered with the nuts Of our COM
mon oaks. standing mysteriously on
end!
Now the seed will anchor itself
firmly. With the coming of Spring.
the first leaves, the thick cotyledons,
will absorb the starchy reserves Of the
seed itself, giving place, in turn, to
the true leaves. So the oak begins
upon its 800 years Of life or more.
OF course. the mortality in acorns
Is terrific. The squirrels devour them,
yet often only for the purpose of get
ting at the grub of the acorn weevil.
I constantly find acorns that seem
only to have been nibbled, and it is
small wonder, II a grub tastes better
than an acorn.
Anything more tannic, astringent,
or bitter I cannot imagine. In most
cases, should say, the squirrels do
more to help the oaks than not, for
who can imagine that they remember
all or even a tithe of the places that
they bury their nuts? Not one of
our common squirrels actually carries
acorns to the tree nest for the Win
ter, there to devour them wholly, so
that, with burying the nuts and for
getting them, and devouring the
dangerous acorn weevil, the squirrel
Is the oaks best friend.
Evening star., 1934-11-13

see him. He was made knight and
was given a mouse to ride on.
The verses of old English ballads
tell the story of Tom Thumb.
"An oak-leaf hat, he had for his
crown" says one verse. His shirt
of web by spiders spun, with Jacket
wove Of thistledown; his trousers were
of feathers done"
When he died, its said that these
words were placed on his tombstone:
Here lies Tom Thumb, King Ar
thurs knight, who died by spiders
cruel bite. He was well known in
Arthur's court, where he afforded
gallant sport. He rode at tilt and
tournament. and on mouse a-hunt-
ing went"
A real person who went by the name
of 'Tom Thumb" was born in Connec-
ticut in 1887. He was displayed to
the public by Barnum, and was ad-
vertised as being "just 2 feet tall"
At the age of IS q measurement
showed that he had q height Of 81
inches, not great deal, but much
more than the Tom Thumb Of legend.
(For general interest section Of
your scrapbook.)
Seven Wonders Of the World! Do
you know what they are? Would
you like to know more shout them?
II so, write to Uncle Ray to ask for
his "Seyen Wonders" leafiet. and en-
close Scent, stamped envelope, adj
<racsod IN xyrssruolf Tr1fT n Paw
Evening star., 1934-11-13

the open. They lay from five to six
elliptical eggs that are creamy white
In color, and so are not easy to find.
Before Winter comes the eggs hatch.
Such queer looking babies! They are
short, broad and yellowish gray. Their
heads nave the most fierce-looking
jaws, extending for some distance.
And though they have six legs Gas
all insects do) only the hind ones
seem to be of much use to them.
AS soon as baby ant lion, or rather,
It is now called larva. or better still,
. doodle-bug, finds itself in the big,
wide world, it starts excavating its den.
The youngster begins to plow into
the sand by moving in circle, back
ward! Gradually the sand falls in
showers on the fiat head of the worker.
With swift jerk of his head, he
sends the sand over the top. Each
circle is smaller, and made in the re-
verse order Of the one before. The
walls are perfectly sloped, so that even
o breath Of air will send grains Of
sand tumbling down.
At the bottom of the pit, the small
engineer digs himself In and leaves
his open jaws exposed. He Is ready
now for his dinner to drop inl
Ants, as you know, are very curious.
They come along investigating every
inch of sand. Peering over the walls
of the ant lions den, they lose their
balance and begin to slide. The lion,
feeling the grains of sand pelting his
head, decides to hasten matters and
sends up showers of sand with q flip
and q snap Of his efficient head.
This is usually too much for the
surprised ant, who goes tumbling down
into the waiting jaws below. The
lictim is dragged under the sand. The
Iance-like points of the hollow-tube
jaws fasten about her, and in q short
time the lion has drained her body
of it's life-blood and piling the withered
frame upon his square head, the lion
gives it q quick, strong flip over the
wall! He takes no chances on future
meals seeing discarded prey. a
The amount Of food the trabber
is-~able to- snare governs the length
of time the lion takes to grow up.
Some haYe lived for two years In their
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Everyday Psychology
BY DIR. JESSE w. SPROWLS.
The New Age,

THE new age" is just coming In.
If it doesn't come in, the ma
chine will kill the man that made 1t.
That's the gist of modern psychology
the problem of creating healthy
minds.
The new age. it seems, imposes a
definite set of responsibilities upon
each individual. These responsibilities
are scattered all along from the cradle
TO the grave. AS the psychologist sees
it, these responsibilities are:
/. Some one must find ways to give
the coming generation a chance to
express its natural tendencies In q
natural way.
2. Some one must give children
chance to play.
8. AS the child grows up, he must
be taught to work as If he were still
at play.
4. The individual will have to learn
to keep his mind on one thing at
time. For we are in an age Of spe-
cialization.
S. The individual must learn to face
difficulties frankly. He must recog-
nize that life has its problems from
which there Is no escape.
6. The individual must learn to toll
crate his fellows. Glasses seem to be
gradually disappearing. This has
happened before in the history Of the
world. And history seems to repeat
itself.
tCopyright. 1934)
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Who Are You?
The Romance of Your Name
BY RUBY HAsKINs ELLIS.

ham originated, "where anciently,"
says the historian, was a castle"
The Pelhams used for their coat
armor a shield Of blue on which were
blazoned three pelicans vulning them
selves. For a crest, peacock in its
pride. Motto-Vincit amor patriae.
It also appears that In the church
windows in one Of the parishes of Pei
ham, pelicans were painted.
During the period following the
Norman Conquest, the Castle Of Pei
ham was possessed by De Pelhams,
and some authorities hold that this
family was descended from one Ralph,
who was In possession OF this lordship
in the time of Edward the Confessor.
This family was early represented
in America by Herbert Pelham, who
came from Lincolnshire, England, to
Cambridge, Mass, in 1888. He was
granted land In Salisbury, Mass, IN
1914. He was the first treasurer Of
Harvard College. John Pelham, his
brother, located in Boston, Mass His
brother, william, lived in Sudbury,
Mass, but later returned to England,
as did Herbert. Penelope Pelham, the
daughter Of Herbert, married Gov. Jo-
siah Winslow.
Pelhan1s are now found living in
many sections Of the United States.
Copyright 1934J
Evening star., 1934-11-13
My Neighbor Says:

To remove finger marks from
polished furniture, use q piece Of
chamois wrung out Of cold water
and polish with dry chamois.
A little hot milk added gradu-
ally to potatoes when mashing
will make them light and fluffy.
When using sour milk or cream
In making cookies or doughnuts,
mix them up the night before
and set them in the refrigerator.
They will roll out with less -four,
will be light, and keep moist
much longer than by the usual
method.
Oysters and fresh fish should
be kept very cold. Oysters may
be put into q covered Jar and
buried In cracked ice.
fN~~~~t~h< 1ooA 4
Evening star., 1934-11-13
How 1t Started
BY JEAN NEWTON.
To Be an argus.

HE was a regular Argus" 1t Is
said OF a former Secretary Of the
Treasury Of the United States, who,
incidentally. antagonized many people
because of his watchful and vigilant
guardianship Of his trust.
This metaphorical use OF Argus"
is a reference to Greek antiquity.
The allusion is to the fabulous be-
ing, Argus. who was said to have
hundred eyes.
Argus was set by Juno to watch
10, who was having one Of those
Greek god-love affairs with Juno's
husband, Jupiter.
Argus was finally killed by Mer-
curry and his eyes were placed in the
peacock's tail!
(Copyrisht. 1934.)
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Diet Habits
BY JAMES w. BARTON. M. d.


YOU are reading so much about the
terrible mistakes modern man Is
making in regard to food that you
wonder how much of it is true. Un-
fortunately. much Of what is written
about our bad diet habits is only too
true; but, on the other hand, there
are some mistakes our. forefathers
made which We do not make.
Prof L. Jean Bogert, Kansas State
Agricultural College, an expert on nu-
triton, has put our good and bad
habits into two main groups.
Good habits:
Eating breakfast regularly, but not
eating too much at this meal.
Making lunch or supper from SIM
pie. easily digested foods.
Eating considerable fruit, especially
for breakfast.
Tendency to use lighter desserts
(such as dried or fresh fruits, nuts,
cheese, simple puddings).
Tendency to use more soups, espe-
cially thick soups. made with milk
and vegetables.
Tendency to more liberal use of
salads.
Tendency to more use of leafy and
succulent vegetables.
Use of kidney, liver, heart.
Use of some whole-grain products.
Taking more raw foods.
Taking more foods which need
chewing.
This is certainly an improvement
over the diets of even 80 years ago.
However our bad habits in diet are
many. They are:
Eating too much.
Eating too much meats. sweets, con-
| centrated and refined foods.
Failure to appreciate less highly
favored foods.
Failure to use sea foods and less
expensive cuts Of meat.
Extravagant use of some expensive
foods-poultry, meat, butter.
Using too little milk, cheese and
leafy vegetables.
Excessive fondness for hot breads,
rich desserts, cold foods. soft drinks,
Drinking too much coffee
Taking insufficient lunch Cor break
fast).
Eating too fast.
I believe that if we study these two
groups we will find that they about
fit our modern diet habits.
Evening star., 1934-11-13
Little Benny
BY LEE PAPE.

WE WAS waiting for Nora to ring
w the dinner bell for supper and
pop sneeZed about sneezes, saying,
There go again, I'm getting another
one of my nice long dependable colds.
It's Just going to love me, it will stick
to me through thick and thin, it's
going to be SteadfaSt and true and
stick to me more and more faithfully
the more do to discourage it. It's
going to have the most forgiving ma
ture, in fact even If I kick 1t out it
will come humbly back again, he said.
Now Willyum be sensible, ma said.
Where would I be today If allowed
every little site petty thing to pray
on my mind? Just tell yourself that
it doesn't amount to row Of Q pins,
and as a result it really wont. That's
been proved by sycology, she said.
Wich Just then Nora rang the din
ner bell for supper and we went down,
being stuff chickin, and ma started
to carve it, saying, Now, this Is the
last straw, bar none without excep-
ton. That butcher has sent me an
other tuff fowl and you'll have to stop
III Itere anu speak 10 MN yourself
Willyum. much as you'd rather eat
tuff chickin and say nothing like a
proverbial meeky Moses.
Why not just tell yourself that it's
tender, and so itswill be, pop said
Why, the very egg that this berd
stepped out Of was so tender that the
shell fell apart at the very ferst peck
instead of waiting for the usual and
half pecks. And all through its
young life, for it was cut down in its
prime, thus accounting for the prime
meat, this chickin never lost that
bewtiful tenderness. Every werm it
swallowed brawt a tear to its eye and
lump to its gizzerd So how. telling
myself all that, can I imagine this
chickin isn't practically melting be-
fore it gets to my mouth? pop said.
I'll see that butcher myself, in per-
son and no telefone, ma said.
And she kept on eating her chickin
with mad expression and pop kept
on eating his with loving one.