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Women Ure-ed o to Organize Against War Writer Says Mothers Have Right to Determine Sons’ Future. BY HELEN WELSHIMER Whether or not the "Veterans of Future Wars” will some day wa'i in alien trenches for a signal to empty their guns and scatter their gas bombs that the world may change the contours of its maps i., a question that must be decided immediately. The throb of the drums comes nearer, the music is faster and faster. When its tempo swings into marching time, the lads will be off again, down a weary road to a bleed - ing Calvary, whose idealism holds no counterpart with that of the hili outside Jerusalem. Up to People There will be war, the military scientists are telling us, unless ttn people take action. War. unless we realize that as citizens of a government founded "for the people, by the people and of the people” wc can prevent it! a a a In an analytical article, William Frederick Bigelow, editor of Good Housekeeping Magazine, says: "There is now pending before the House of Representatives a bill proposing a Peace Amendment. At a hearing on the bill its author, Rep. Louis Ludlow of Indiana, said: "The decision as to whether there shall be war or peace should be made by the 125.000,000 people who comprise the American nation.” People’s Rights Commenting further, Mr. Bigelow continues: "The whole thing Is not a question of whether powei should be taken from Congress, but whether there should not be given back to the people the right to decide whether or not they are willing to have their sons killed in battle or die of wounds or disease or spend a lifetime in pain.” "What can we do to end war?” women have asked for years. Ever since the dawn of civilization in that southwest corner of the Euphrates valley, women have wished that men might settle their differences in some amicable manner. What did they care who had the most tents, the choicest wells, or the valleys that were most fertile if then* husbands and sons were a martial sacrifice for the coveted treasure? Women do not want land and power. They want homes and fires and flower gardens and the men they love beside them. Job for Women If women would unite for peace as men have united for war, the echo of the last bugle call would be gone before spring comes again Ws have searched for many years for some method of keeping a universal peace. Now, at least, we have tt£ proposed amendment. It may not b.t perfect, but no amendment ever is. At least, it is better than any other sword of peace that has been proffered. If women bear sons, surely they have a right to a determining vote in the future of those boys. Noi do the fathers of those lads want ■war. "The people of America,” Mr Bigelow says, "will not vote for America to take war to another nation. And if we give no cause for war—and keep our powder dry—we will not be attacked.” Advises Dignity It is time that the world grew up, melted its swords into plowshares and settled its disputes with dignity and quietude. Ten-year-old boys wage fistic battles in the alley, but when those boys are 10 years older, they go to jail for following the same tactics. They are men, then the judge will tell them, and should come to a decision through verbal procedure. Nations grow up. too. Let us keep the “Veterans of Future Wars” the mythical organization that it is today. iCopyright, 1936, by NEA Service. Inc.)

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FOR 42 cents you can buy a nice, lean piece of round steak about l‘i rnenes truck iron ’vnlen you can concoct a most delirious meal for four. This is just what I did last week. I told my butcher to give me pot round. And here’s the recipe: MARINATED ROUND STEAK WITH STUFFED MUSHROOMS FOR 4 Vi pounds round steak pound large mushrooms 1 teaspoon prepared mustard 4 teaspoons chili sauce or catsup 2 tablespoon* lemon juice 2 teaspoons melted butter 1 teaspoon grated onion Vi teaspoon Worcestershire sauce teaspoon paprika Salt, pepper. Brush the steak with the mustard. Make a sauce of the last seven ingredients—that is. everything except the mushrooms. Place the steak in a flat bowl and pour the sauce over it. Let stand in the refrigerator for several hours turning frequently. Break the stems from the mushrooms —saute the caps and stems in a little butter until nearly tender. Three-quarters of an hour before dinner place the steak in a large frying pan and brown well on both sides, then transfer it to a large, well-greased caserole or baking dish, add the mushroom stems and 1 cup of hot water mixed with the sauce and poured over the meat. Bake slowly (325) about 45 minutes. Meanwhile, prepare the mushroom caps—make a little bread stuffing, of three slices of white bread crumbled with a little mincod onion, salt, pepper and two tea spoons of melted butter. Fill the cap 6 with this mixture and broil them about 5 minutes before the steak is done. Place the filled caps around the meat. You may think this a lot of trouble, but you will know that cheap—or at least what once was cheap—cuts of meat take a lot of doctoring. This won’t taste like a tenderloin or filet mignon, but for one-third the cost you can have a very tasty meat dish. The piquant sauce gives the meat flavor.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Gail Everett, winner of the John S. Larne costume design prize, comes to New York to find work. Gail’s parents are both dead. She has spent the past three years at Miss Grayston's fashionable school for (iris—due to Miss Cranston’s generosity and friendship for Gail’s mother. Armed with a letter from Larne, Gail, goes to his office and is told he is out of town. Derek Hargreaves, an artist, overhears this conversation and offers -o help Gai). He advises her to go to Madame Lizeit’a shop to apply for a job. Gail arrives there just after tempermental Madam, Lizette has learned her designer has gone to Hollywood. Gail is shown into the office where Miss Carolie, Madame Lizett’s assistant, is at work. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER THREE I'VE no time to talk to any one just now,” declared Miss Carolie. “If you want to see me about a position you'll have to come in the morping.” “Oh,” exclaimed Gail. "I'm sorry if I've interrupted you. It was Madame Lizette I really wished to see.” “Madame Lizette? You’re a friend of hers?” Miss Carolie.rose quickly. "No. I’m a designer.' I’m looking for a job, and someone in the showroom told me I'd have to see you, but I didn't know you saw people only in the mornings.” “Well, that’s bur rule, but —” Miss Carolie laughed. “Won’t you sit down? You've come in at the psychological moment, for I’m just preparing an advertisement for a designer. Before I send it down, perhaps you’ll show me some of your work.” "Os course I will.” Quickly Gail untied the portfolio she was carrying and drew out her skftches. "Oh, that’s beautiful!” the older ! woman exclaimed, picking up a | watercolor drawing of a youthful evening frock. “What a clever idea that is.” She pointed to the unusual line of the ddcolletage. “Are i these all your own designs?” ’’Why. yes!” a a a THEY’RE very attractive,” Miss Carolie declared as she laid j them on her crowded desk. “And you say you won the Larne prize?" "Yes. I guess I was rather | lucky, for Miss Cranston has some | very clever students.” “Then you went to Merrywood | Hall in North Carolina?” Miss I Carolie looked intently at the girl. ! What was the idea of one of Miss * Cranston's students looking for work? Then she remembered that otic I reason why Miss Cranston's exi elusive finishing school had been so successful was that she tried to develop any natural talent* the girls might have. Besides in these days even the richest girl might come to be thankful that she was equipped to make her way in the world. "Yes, I’ve been there for three years.” “I think your work is very good!” was Miss Carolie’s verdict. “Then you feel Madame Lizette might be interested in it?” a a m THE door opened and Madame darted in. “Have you got that ad ready, Mees Carolie? The young man from the paper is here. He is going to see about that writeup I wanted. Quick, let me have it.” x. i

‘'lt Isn’t ready. Besides, Madame—” ‘‘Oh, dear, are you going crazy too? Am I to have no help from you? Tch! So, what is this?” and she pounced on Gail’s designs. “Some sketches I’ve been looking at. I don’t believe you need to look any further for a designer. I think you can use this girl. She has some very clever ideas.” “So?” Madame gave Gail an appraising stare, as though not bj the flicker of an eyelid could her victim learn what impression he. work had made. “Yes,” declared Miss Carolie. “She’s just won the Larne prize and she's a graduate of Miss Cranston's school.” tt tt tt MADAME shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, zese prize winners! They make me seeck. They think they know everything.” She waved her plump white hands. “Let me have that ad.” “But. Madame, why advertise now? You can’t get anything better than these,” and Miss Carolie placed her hand on Gail's sketches. Then, turning to Gail, she said, “I don't believe I got your name.” “Gail Everett!” the girl replied. “What’s that name?” Madame questioned, while Gail watched a slight tremor pass over the woman’s siiken-clad shoulders. “Mees E-ver-ett?” “Yes.” repeated Gail, as Madame announced, “Tell that man there is no ad. Give him the information ht wants about that material we have used in Mees Allwynne's trousseau. I will talk to Mees E-verett.” tt tt tt ONCE more Gail joined the throngs on Fifth-av. Her step was light and a little song rose in her heart. She had a job! Tomorrow morning she would join the crowds of men and women as they hurried to their work in the towering gray buildings that flanked the gay street, and stretched in dim vistas on both sides of the worldfamous avenue. Os course the salary was nothing to write home about, and Madame had acted rather strangely. She had kept repeating the name, “Everett,” as though it held some special significance for her. Gail had felt rather annoyed at the moment, for she was proud of her New England ancestry, and the way Madame repeated the name made her feel that it brought to mind some distasteful memory. Madame Lizette had also shown she was quite skeptical about Gail's ability, but somehow her disaparaging remarks that were intended to make the girl feel less than the dust, did not accomplish their end for Miss Carolie’s enthusiastic praise still echoed in Gail’s ears. tt tt tt UNDOUBTEDLY Madame was a temperamental person. Maybe working with her would be hard; but Derek Hargreaves had advised Gail to take anything she could get at first, so that she might get experience. She smiled as she remembered how earnestly he had talked of her chances of getttng a job. Luck, he had said, often played a big part in landing one. 6he‘d never thought of that before. If one had ability, and perhups experience, surely one should easily get a start. Perhaps Derek was light she'd surely had

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BY MARJORIE BINFORD WOODS Times Fashion Editor

“'T'HE corner stone of the summer wardrobe is a cool and charming X house-coat,” observes Miss Jane Weldon, seen here, rehabilitating her informal wearing apparel. Miss Weldon has just returned from a two and one-half months’ sojourn in South America and is now ready to spend relaxing summer mornings at ease in her own home, “for a while,” she says.

She selects this handsomely tailored dusty-rose morning coat of lustrous grained satin. Its full pleated sleeves drop pointedly below the elbow, its double breasted, lapeled front fastens with silk corded frogs. The skirt trails with an alluring swish-swish and on the whole, the ensemble presents a readiness to relax with its wearer or to receive informal guests for breakfast or for tea, as the case may be. tt tt tt MIDWESTERN summers being what they are, it behooves every last woman of us to be ready to jump into shimmering cool house clothes like this after basking in the sweltering glow of an Indiana sun. If the very sight of silk makes you shudder with the heat you'll find peace offerings of sheer dotted swiss, lawn and batiste fashioned into house coats that are delectable for warm weather wear. One memorable negligee of fluttering grace seen in a local shop was of red and white dotted swiss with unique trimmings of rows and rows of cherry red rick-rack. Another simpler style was of pastel-colored sheer with bandings of vari-colored sheer material on pockets and in front line trim. If you have to take your summer afternoons lying down, keep an eye out for wearables that will help keep you cool and content even though the thermometer may be rising to new heights! a lucky break when she stepped into Madame Lizette's Yes, that was so, for Madame apparently didn’t think much of her work! Still, if Gail could have stepped into Madame’s office an hour later and heard her talking to a friend about the newest addition to her staff she might have had more confidence in her ability and. realized that, from Madame’s viewpoint, it paid her to belittle the work of her helpers. Slowly Gail sauntered on, looking at the windows, getting new ideas from the models she saw displayed or from some passerby, for always Gail’s eyes were aware of style. It was still early. She did not want to go back yet to her room in the young professional women's clubhouse. It was a lovely place. Miss Cranston had made all her arrangements for her to stay there. tt tt a WHAT a lot of people her old teacher seemed to know! important people, too! But then of course Miss Cranston had founded Merry wood Hall more than 20 years ago. and now many of her earliest students were the wives of leading Americans in business and political circles. How strange it seemed to be walking down the avenue and never seeing a person she knew. Stranger still not to talk to any one! Gail smiled as she thought of her roommate. How Rosemary Searles and she used to chatter, especially during the last term when Lucille Travers and her set had practically ostracised her. Gail’s eyes grew dark as she thought of Lucille. Ever since Lucille had learned that Gail was penniless, she'd had no use for her, had informed her that a school like Miss Cranston's was no place for her. She

had even tried to turn Rosemary against her! a tt a Gail shrugged her shoulders. She’d be homesick for Merrywood Hall and her old friends if she didn’t stop thmking about them. Passing an attractive looking tearoom, she suddenly decided to have some ice cream. She could at least speak to the waitress when she gave her order! She mist speak to someone or die of loneliness right on the avenue! The tearoom was crowded, but at last she found a small table for two. A woman of uncertain age was seated at one side, and as Gail settled herself and started to read the menu, the woman lit a cigaret. “Hope you don’t mind my smoking,” she said, in rather mannish tones, as Gail raised her eyes from the menu. “Not at all,” said Gail, while she turned to the waitress and gave her order. Suddenly she realized how long it had been since she had eaten. The talking and laughter at the tables around her fascinated Gail. The wave of homesickness passed as she felt herself caught up in the bright atmosphere of the place. New worlds to conquer lay before her, and as her eyes roved from table to table she felt that in this new life to which she had committed herself all sorts of interesting things might happen. tt . tt “ A RE you interested in art?” boomed the woman across the table, for Gail had taken a small sketch pad from her handbag and was making a tiny drawing of a clever piece of neckwear she had just observed. Gail smiled her assent. She did not feel particularly attracted to the woman. “Well, if you haven’t already seen the exhibit of modern paintings in the Ferrara Gallery, it might repay you to take a look around. But there, I don’t suppose you’ll take the advice of a woman to whom you haven't been formally introduced.” She rose quickly, and stalked from the tearoom. Gail watched her go, a puzzled look in her eyes. Then, lightly, the waitress moved to her side. “Guess you don’t know her. She’s a frightfully rich woman, but terribly queer. She means all right, though. Always gives wonderful tips!” Wondering what strange adventure she might meet next, Gail left the tearoom. CHAPTER FOUR THE subdued tinkle of the telephone on her bedside table awoke Gail next morning. Still half asleep, she reached for the receiver, and heard a crisp young voice announce, “It’s 7 o’clock!” “Thanks,” answered Gail, mechanically placing the receiver in its cradle again. She’d quite forgotten she had left word at the desk to be called. She’d been so afraid she might oversleep. Well, she needn’t rise just yet, for she’d have plenty ot time to get dressed, have breakfast and be at Madame’s by 8:30. The sun was shining brightly, and already the unfamiliar noises of the city were drifting into her room. There was the screech of the elevated as its serpentine train swung

Travel-Study Club Dinner Set Tuesday 0 Federation and Chapter Officers Are to Be Installed. More than 400 members are expected to attend the annual dinner of the International Travel-Study Club, Inc., at 6:30 Tuesday at the Claypool, when 250 federation and chapter officers are to be installed. Chapter members are to be seated at tables decorated with blue and yellow flowers and ivory candles. Mrs. Verlin Crousore is general chairman. Greetings are to be extended by Mrs. Robert Caplinger, president, to honor guests, who are to include heads of womens organizations. Mrs. H. P. Willwerth, newly-elected president of International TravelStudy Club; Mrs. Frederick G. Balz, Indiana Federation of Clubs president! Mrs. C. J. Finch. Seventh District Federation of Women’s Clubs president; Mrs. B. B. McDonald, Indianapolis Council of Women president, and Mrs, E. May Hahn. May Wright Sewell Council of Women president, are to be included union g honor guests Mrs. John W. Thornburg is to be installation officer. Mrs. Harold Littoral is to head the hospitality committee, and Mrs. Homer Cox is publicity chairman. I'ederation officers to be instilled are Mesdames Willwerth, Grousore, first vice president; George Dyer, second vice president; Glenn Cruzon, recording secretary; Henry Esky, treasurer; R. J. Roller, corresponding secretary, and Vaughn Cooke, auditor. around a curve, the throbbing of innumerable motors as a never-ending stream of cars swept along the street. Hundreds of men and women were already on their way to work.

HOW different it was from Merry wood Hal!, thought Gail, brushing her sunny hair. There on a May morning like this the singing of birds would be awaking her former companions. Kicking off her green velvet mules, she stepped into a pair of smart street shoes. Then, still wearing her green seersucker bathrobe, she walked toward the window, and looked down on a kaleidoscopic view of slate roofs, rows of old brown sandstone houses, tall loft buildings, and many storied apartment houses separated by deep canyons where gray streets and traffic laden avenues meandered through the city’s maze. Gail breakfasted alone, for she was not yet acquainted with any of the young business women who comprised the population of the tall clubhouse. At the tables around her little groups of girls were coming and going, pausing here and there to call a greeting to new arrivals or wave gaily to others in more secluded corners of the large dining room. Gail felt thrilled. The atmosphere was so buoyant. Surely romance and adventure were in the very air. Didn’t the gay laughter, the tantalizing smiles, and snatches of whispered conversation tell her so? She rose from the table but as she neared the door she came face to face with a girl whose vivid green eyes and dusky hair immediately set her apart from all the others. She gave Gail no friendly good morning, but a cool stare which undoubtedly she would have resented from a less intriguing character. tt tt tt “TT7"ONDER who Natalie’s gunVV ning for this morning?” sniggered a rather petite blond to the girl beside her who carelessly shrugged her shoulders as the green-eyed girl passed. But had Gail not been in such a hurry to leave she might have heard the blond girl exclaim, as her eyes still followed Natalie, “She’s looking us over again to see if there’s any newcomer worth getting acquainted with.” Her companion answered, rather bitterly, “We’re all workers here. She hasn't much chance of getting into society through any one she might meet in this place.” Gail sniffed the air as she stepped into the street. Although there was no fragrance of flowers around her, and she missed the sweetness of growing things, it felt fresh. Perhaps the rain in the night had washed away some of the grime of the city. tt tt tt SHE walked quickly, amazed to see so many people on the streets so early in the day. Then, catching sight of a mail box, she crossed the street and dropped a letter into it. She noted the time of collection before she hurried on, her lips parted in a smile. Had Derek Hargreaves really wanted to know the result of her search for work, or was it only politeness that had prompted him to ask her to let him know how she had had made out? Would she hear from him, she wondered, or was their meeting just one of those accidental contacts that blossom into friendship—perhaps romance all at once, and then come to an untimely end because there is no second meeting? Gail still was smiling as she stepped down to the basement court where the employes’ entrance to Mme. Lizett's shop was located. Something seemed to tell her she would see Derek again. tt tt a T l IS the wrong entrance you'll be coming to here, young lady.” exclaimed Pat Murphy, the porter “Sure, tis only the employes that do be going in at this door,” continued the ruddy-faced old Irishman. tipping his hat. “Well, I’m one of them,” Gail answered gaily. “Begorra, then, ’tis my mistake, though it’s a lady you be!” and he flung the door open for her. Down the dark passage Gail followed the other workers into small dressing room which was crowded with lockers. She looked around. It was bedlam in the closely packed room where girls weie changing their shoes, combing their hair, adding another touch of lipstick, and calling back and forth t. each other, until suddenly, some one said, “Shush!” as Miss Carolie entered. “Mbs Everett,” she called, “here's the key for your locker. Use 57,’ she added as Gail appeared. “'T'HANK you," Gail answered; JL but when she tried to open the door, she could not move It. “Here, sister, let we show you

MY DAY By Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt

prelude to “Bury the Dead” yesterday afternoon as the veterans in their chairs lined up down by the bandstand. The Arthurdale Homesteader Quartet began its first song, the President sat in his car directly in front of the platform on which the quartet stood, everybody else stood in back of the wheel-chairs of the veterans, and it brought back the three disabled veterans in the prelude to the play—the blind boy reading his Braille, the man without legs winding wires for his poppies and another man making a raffia basket. Thus these man pass their days. One hour of forgetfulness and then many, many gloomy hours’ stretch into the future! I think the boys from St. Elizabeth's (the Federal Hospital for the insane) are the happiest after all. for they live in a dream world of their own and most of the time it is not an unnappy one. Our son James arrived last evening and we had dinner in my husband’s study, after which James and my husband had a long talk. James flew back to New York this morning, but we got out for a ride at 8 o’clock together first. Our wonderful weather still holds and it is most invigorating. I worked at my desk all morning with some very interesting answers coming in to the query in my column as to what industrial leaders were thinking of as a solution to the unemployment problem. An old friend of my father’s, Mr. Franklin-Bache, from near Philadelphia, brought some of his grandchildren to lunch with me. At 4:30 I go to a garden party for St. Thomas’ Church, and at 5 my husband speaks on the South Porch to the School Boys’ Patrol. After that I go to a picnic on the island which has been chosen as a memorial to President Theodore Roosevelt. (Copyright, 1936, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

the trick,” exclaimed Clytie, the model Gall had seen the day before. With a crooked smile in her languorous eyes. Clytie took the key and continued, “It's a temperamental one. you know. Taites after Madame.” There was a loud guffaw in the room. Then, having opened the locker. Clytie aid, “Maybe you'd like to meet the crowd, Miss Everett?” Gail nodded. “Yes, I would,” she said. “Girls this is our new designer, Miss Everett,” Clytie announced. Then, turning to Gail, she declared, “I don’t believe you'd remember all their names even if I told them to you. Oh, you’d better meet Selma and Toinette. They’ll sew for you, and Ariadne, who’ll be your model." a a a GAIL acknowledged the introductions, though she felt a little tremor as she met the rather disdainful glance of the dark-eyed Ariadne. For a moment she wished that Clytie had been assigned to her. Then, quickly, she tried to banish the thought that the dark-eyed girl might be difficult to work with—perhaps a trouble maker. Yet as she walked toward Madame's room to await her orders, she confessed to herself that, as a rule, her first impressions were correct. “Madame’s just telephoned that she won’t be here for an hour, so she wants you to work up some ideas for youthful summer frocks. I’ll show you the designer's room.” Rising from her desk, Miss Carolie led Gail along a dim passage to a room in the rear. It was an extension .to the old brownstone house which was Madame’s salon, and the long studio windows at the north made the room quite light. There was a large work table in the center and at one side Gail saw Selma and Toinette busily at work, the former running an electric sewing machine and Toinette, the finisher, working on a filmy organdie frock. Nearer the door was a handsome Italian with a beautifully curled mustache, pressing a fine white woolen coat. a a a “'Y7~OU’LL find paints and paper X here.” Miss Carolie pointed to a small chest of drawers. “I guess there are plenty of supplies, but if you need anything make a list and hand it to me. Frank does your pressing and Selma and Toinette will help you. Madame said she wanted you to make some water color sketches before you start to work in the materials. You’ve had some experience in the practical side of designing, haven’t you?” “Oh, yes,” answered Gail bravely, though she stifled a sigh as she thought how different her surroundings were now. “All right,” Miss Carolie exclaimed, leaving the room. For a moment Gail felt a desperate desire to follow her. Then, turning to the chest in front of her. she found the paper, paint and brushes she needed. Soon she was absorbed in her work. a a a A BUZZER sounded and Ariadne, who had been in the showroom most of the morning, sauntered over to Gail. “It’s 12 o’clock. Time to go to lunch.” ‘My, but the morning’s gone fast,” cried Gail, sitting up and looking about her. “I guess I’d better finish this before Igo out. Madame may wish to see it.” Once more she turned to her worn. “Better go when the going’s good,” advised Ariadne, and she slouched from the room. A moment later the door opened and Clytie called, “Didn’t you hear the buzzer, Miss Everett? It’s time to go to lunch. I don’t go till 1, for someone has to be in the showroom. but our designer always goes at this time.” “Then I guess I’ll go,” said Gail, rising and cleaning her brush while she studied her painting through half-shut eyes. a a a "CAY, that’s gorgeous! I bet Madame will like that. Oh. well, if she doesn’t—and when she's worried about Rex (that’s her son) she often acts crazy—just never mind her. She gets out of it, especially if some of her pet customers arc pleased with the sketches she show* them.” So Madame had a son, thought Gail, as she quickly got ready to go out. Clytie’s warning words were still ringing in her ears when she reached the street, “Don’t be late. Miss Everett, if you'd take a tip from a model.” Gail glanced at her wrist watch. It was 20 minutes past 12. She’d have to hurry through her lunch. Directly across the street she saw a smart-looking tearoom. Maybe she'd better go there. Still, service was often rather slow in these places that cater to women of leisure. Gail remember passing a drugstore on her way to work that mornin. The drug store was at the corner, so she hurried toward it. A cup of coffee and a sandwich would;

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have to take the place of anything more substantial today! She dare not risk rousing Madamfes wrath the first day! But fate often smiles at mortal'i resolutions! As Gail left the drugstore, a luxurious car pulled to the curb and a young man with tho figure of an athlete stepped out. (Tto Be Continued) Club Meetings MONDAY New Era Club. Picnic. Indianapolis Literary Club. D. A. R. chapter house. “The Present Fad for Biography,” John I. Kautz. Present Day Club. Mrs. T. A. Moynahan, hostess. Mrs. F. L. Pettijhon, assistant. Book Review, Mrs. B. F. Leib. Chapter P, P. E. O. Sisterhood. Mrs. James F. Hall, 5325 Ohmer-av, hostess. Mrs. Hiram E. Cunningham, assistant. Et Cetera Club. 12:30. Webb Tea Room. Mrs. J. D. Smith, hostess, Mrs. Thomas Gutelius. assistant. Monday Conversation Club. Mrs. John S. Wright, hostess. Music by Miss Martha Burns, harpist. TUESDAY Amicitia Club. Mrs. E. E. Queeney, hostess. Mrs. H. W. Bates, assistant. Student Group. Epsilon Sigma Omicron. Mrs. Herman Roescn, hostess. “Farmers of the 20th Century,” Mrs. W. F. Holmes; “Why the Weather,” Mrs. Percy D. Merrill. Independent Social Club. Mrs. Florence McFeeters, 2623 Jacksonst, hostess. Alpha Kappa Latreian Club. President’s Day Luncheon. Irvington Chautauqua Club. Mrs. Daniel S. Adams, 59 N. Irvingtonav, hostess. “Faust-Mehr Lichl.” Miss Helen Holbrook. The Proctor Club. Mrs. William F. Kuhn, 3835 Forest Manor-av, hostess. Alpha Beta Latreian Club. Mrs. R. F. Milburn, 4302 Capitol-avj nostess. Mrs. John A. McConnell, assistant. Meridian Heights Inter-Se Club. Luncheon. Mrs. F. M. Lytle. Stop 5, Rockville-rd, hostess. Mesdames E. C. Ruhush, G. B. Supple and Mrs. E. M. Morgan, assistants. Anagnous Group, Epsilon Sigma Omicron. Mrs. S. S. Faussett, 58 Johnson-av. hostess. Book Reviews, Mrs. W. L. Sharp, Mrs. Charles Symons. Hoosier Tourist Club. Mrs. John N. Hardy, 2050 Ruckle-st, hostess. Marion County Chapter, American War Mothers. 12:30 Luncheon. Columbia Club. Alpha Beta Latreian. Bridge tea at Meridian Hills Country Club, Mrs. J. A. McConnell, hostess. Inter Alia Club. 1:00 Luncheon. Mrs. George Bruce, 2815 Sutherlandav, hostess. Book reviews by Mr*, L. A. Tumock and Mrs. J. W. Hutchings. Arabian chapter. International Travel Study Club, Inc. Mrs. J. H. Flynn, hostess. Covered dish luncheon. Artema? Club. 12. Luncheon bridge. Mrs. William G. Kay, 5344 Lowell-st. Mesdames W. O. Yaguline, C. H. Urns, J. H. Balch, Harry Griffey, assistants. Hoosier Tourist Club. Marott. Mrs. L. B. Phillips, hostess. Alpha Eta Latreian. Picnic luncheon. Mrs. Glen J. Pell, 7335 N. Meridian-st, hostess. SMOKY NAIL POLISH SHADES IN VOGUE If smoke gets in your nail polish bottle, your fingertips will be definitely 1936. Smoky shades of polish are fashion’s latest decree. Liquid polish is more in use than ever, according to statistics. But the trend is away from the hard gleaming reds. The soky shades are newer. more flattering to the hands. Instead of intensifying the slightest! nail defect, they have a soft, dusky glow that gives the hands charm and distinction, without making them garish. Well tanned hands and feet, or those faintly gilded by the sun, are more effective in the smoky reds than in the harder shades. Robin red, newest and smartest of the smoky polishes, has a dusty goldbrown undertone. It is particularly good for evening because of its deep soft glow. Rust, coral, mauve, all have the muted quality characteristic of the smoky shades tliat makes them harmonize so well with the newest costume colors. llth ANNIVERSARY ALL MERCHANDISE GREATLY REDUCED: fl