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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELE GRAM. WEDNESDAY, JULY 2, 1913

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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women Dainty Lois Meredith Talks on Beneficial , thleties

DO you know any little girls? Of course there are quite a few children in the world, and I know numberless young very young ladies but I have just met a very sweet little girl and I am going to introduce her to you. Her name is Lois Meredith; she is eighteen, and is making a great success of the part of Helen Morris in "Within the Law." Off the stage she does not play the part of a sophisticated young lady or a "Broadway favorite" but fairly dawns on you in the absolute simplicity of a white middy blouse, black velvet tam-o'-shanter and the unstudied coiffure effect of a "head running over with curls." Of course the very first question I asked Miss Lois was one anent clothes and her ideal costume. "I like my middy blouses pretty well," said she, "so well, in fact, that I would sacrifice all the sweeties in the world rather than eat goodies and get too fat to wear sailor suits. But my ideal costume is Greek drapery. I do love the classical lines of drapery that leave you free and untrammelled, so you can breath and move naturally and look natural, too. I'd like to wear layer after layer of chiffon and sandals

went on this sensible girl. "If you are pretty, jewels sort of attract attention to themselves and away from you. And if you are not pretty, anyway, showy jewelry makes you conspicuous, and then people notice how unattractive you are." Dainty little Lois Meredith can afford to believe in "beauty unadorned," but every eighteen-year-old girl ought to ponder the bit of philosophy: "Plain women are always adding some little fancy touches that make you notlc6 how very plain they are!" "Will you tell me how you spend your days?" I asked. "You must carry out your theory of simplicity, in living as well as clothes." "My theory of living," answered Miss Meredith, "is WORK, for everything worth getting in this world you must work, work work. To keep well and strong, to look attractive, and to get ahead in the profession you have chosen, you must keep working and striving. In my chosen calling I find that I have to keep developing my brain, so I can do better and better things all the time. I am studying French and music in the interests of my brain. "Then I take care of my body, too.

j Of course I have to have plenty of sleep, because I am still growing. I ! have never in all my life been to a ' restaurant after the theatre; most I girls would think that an awful sacrij flee, wouldn't they? Well, then, I get I up at about nine, and have a glass of ! hot water, which is not a bit hard to take when you keep at it, and then j for about half an hour I exercise; I stretching motions, aesthetic dancing ! movements and bending over, with my i knees held taut and my body poised. ; Sometimes 1 touch my finger-tips to ' the floor, sometimes I wrap my arms around my legs and see how far down j I can bring my head. "I have one little pet exercise: A I very great artist said that I had the most beautiful hand in America! Now I'd like to believe him even if that i would be conceited but anyway I ' take care of my hands and try to keep them soft and tapering. I go through an exercise as if I were wringing them and stroking them. I work at my hands as if I were putting on and taking off i a new pair of gloves very carefully. I

truly can recommend this exercise, fpr just think what it made Mr. Gibson say of me. "Would you like to hear about my favorite part?" went on the girl ingenuously. Perhaps it would make a good conclusion to your interview. My favorite part was Modesty in 'Everywoman.' I thought it a compliment to be asked to play that part, I loved doing it and I felt that the only way to play Modesty was to be modest. That applies to girls everywhere doesn't it? Modesty is always the sweetest part and it has to be true, or people will know." And I think that is a very good conclusion for the interview Modesty and the sweet simplicity and charm that follow in her wake are the best parts for all girls only they must not be parts. Modesty must be true if you want to be a truly charming girl. LILLIAN LAUFERTY.

The Blessing of Age A New Side to An Old Question.

Winsome Lois Meredith. and give my whole body a chance to breathe. Think how wrapped up and ehut away from the health-giving fresh air our poor bodies are. Well, I wear as few layers as I can dispensing with every unnecessary thing I can corsets for instance and I wear white, so I'll feel cool and clean, and I try to give my body a chance to sway and to move so I will feel all through me how good it is to be alive. No Jewels. "I don't believe in jewels, either,"

SERMONS WILL DEAL

WITH VITAL ISSUES (Palladium Special) MILTON, Ind., July 2. "Questionat)le Amusements and Other Things," was the subject of a forceful sermon by the Rev. F. C. McCormick in the ecHool park Sunday evening. He took up drinking, smoking and the popular amusements, dancing and card playing gnawing how they - were wrong, and

I their influence upon others which re- j DOUGLAS AT MILTON"

i suited in the greatest wrong. Mr. Mc

i Cormick's services during the remain- ! der of the summer will be conducted I ia tLe school park. He has arranged a series of sermons to deal with simi ilar vital problems of the day.

Stocks and Bonds. The world's wealth as expressed in par value of Stock Exchange secuwtiea is $115,S0O,00Q,Q0O.

(Palladium Special) MILTON", July 2. The Rev. E. Douglas of Des Moines, who with, his wife, is visiting his mother, Mrs. Mary Wright, filled the pulpit at Doddridge Chapel Sunday evening for the Rev. Mr. Westhafer. He will also conduct prayer meeting at the Cnapel tonight.

BY DOROTHY DIX.

POOR, foolish woman has written me a letter about a great reform that she wants to see inaugurated. She pro

poses to aDoiisn age by denying that any such thing exists. She says that the lives of many women are made wretched by the thought of growing old, and that thousands of

women ruin their health and bring on insanity by worrying over their age. To pre

vent this catastrophe, she would have a law passed preventing the papers publishing anything about age, and forbidding people to ask each other how old they are, or to speak of age in any manner whatever. In fact, she would make age the one taboo subject in the world, and she thinks that the result would be that everybody would be young and happy, and kittenish. I'm sorry that I can't undertake to push my correspondent's reform along, but I can think of nothing more horrible than a world in which everybody was young and foolish, or aping the manners and the appearance of youth. It would be like a picture without any softening shadows, like music without any minor chord in it, like a day that was all garish noon without any purple haze of twilight. It takes age Jo ripen humanity, to give it flavor and sweetness, just as much as it does wine, and the society of the intelligent man or woman of fifty or sixty, who has seen and known life, is as much superior to that of the boy and girl of eighteen or twenty as the vintage of 1863 is to that of 1912. Youth's Desire. Naturally, all of us desire to keep young in the sense of keeping our bodies vigorous and our minds alert, but barring that, what have we to fear from years, why should we so dread the coming of age? Especially why should women worry about growing old, until they reach the point of distraction, as my correspondent avers that they do? If a woman has been a raving, tearing beauty, we can understand her agony at age robbing her complexion of its fairness, her hair of its lustre, her eyes of their brightness. But not one woman in a thousand is a living picture, and it is an actual fact that the great majority of women are better looking as middle-aged matrons than they were as girls. Often and often age is the sculptor that chisels rough features into symmetry, or gray hairs soften a hard face into comeliness, and many times just the mere expression of goodness of an old woman's countenance gives her a beauty that her youth never knew. It's the soul that we see as people grow old while it's only the flesh be behold in their youth. As for being interesting, certainly all the advantage goes with age. Nearly every young girl is a bore to talk to. She has no conversation worth listening to, because she has not had time to read anything, or see anything, or have any experience of life. You can amuse yourself for an hour playing with her as you would with a kitten with a ball, but after that, Heaven help you if you have to depend on her for companionship. The Great Problem. On the other hand, practically every middle-aged woman is interesting because, no matter how stupid sire is, something strange and thrilling has happened to her. She has had some experience unique to herself. She has touched the great problem of human existence at some new angle. She has take'n her part in the tragedy, or comedy of life and has at least one story of absorbing interest to tell. Age also means to the average woman the playtime of life, and in this country it generally brings with it comforts and luxuries. The early years of most American married women are strenuous ones. They are busy bringing up their children and working and economizing, trying to help their husbands get a 6tart in the world, but by the time they are fifty years old their task is done, and they are ready to spend the balance of their lives enjoying the fruits of their labor. Look over the middle-aged woman at any matinee or any woman's club gathering and you see about as comforta-

Confessions of a Medium A Startling Expose of Frauds Practised Under the Guise of Spiritualism, Clairvoyance, Etc., Etc.

I He slowly rose from his 6eat before his assembled auditors and impressively spoke:

"My good friends, we are now go-!

' ing to attempt the most difficult ex- , periment of all something never before accomplished in the records of the world. If we succeed in doing it we shall prove beyond all possible doubt the fact that we CAN communij cate with the dead." He cleared his throat and waited

as a sharp flash of lightning illuminat-;

ed the room and a murderous peal of

thunder crashed on its heels. It was a night late in August a hot, black, scary night, when you look warily over your shoulder at the bent, slinking, soaking figures that pass you

by; when the very air seems laden

with hobgoblin phantoms, and the wind seems to echo the moaning and groaning of lost souls. Within the darkened room, fifty frightened people held firmly to their chairs and listened to the deep, faraway tones of the spealer medium. This had been a night of wonders. Tables and chairs had floated about by unseen supernatural means. Wonderful messages had made fifty hearts flutter like leaves in a Kansas cyclone.

where on the mantel could be faintly traced the outline of a ponderous old-1 fashioned timepiece. I "Listen, Spirit, listen. Over there you hear the ticking of that clock. ; Over there you hear it?" ! Tick tick tick fell on the ears of the listeners, who held their breath for fear it would drown the sound which grew louder and louder with

each successive second, until it seemed to beat on their very hearts. A Request. "Spirit, think carefully now please. Here is where the experiment begins. Can you will you STOP THAT CLOCK?" Deathly silence ensued. Just tick tick loud and clear and sharp as a bell. No answer. "Spirit, will you do it?" Tick tick tick. "Will you?" "Why why, y-yes, I'll try," came

the answer in mysterious taps on the table. j Tick tick tick each second seem- j ed an hour to the fifty auditors, who ' sat half turned toward the clock eager-.

cared, faint-hearted. Tick tickSnap! In the very middle of a beat IT STOPPED! Oh, the eternity of silence that followed, broken soon by a storm of gasps and screams. There was a crash of thunder, and some one, no

who were there, it was the most wonderful phenomenon they had eTer witnessed. At least that is how It happened to all but the medium. And the medium was myself. Would you like to know how it was done? I will tell you. No spirit stopped the clock. No mechanical means stopped it. Even I did not stop it. IN THE FIRST PLACE THE CLOCK "WAS NOT GOINQ AT ALL! "How and why was ticking heaTd?" Here is the whole story: Back of me, on a roll top-desk, I had previously placed a very tiny alarm clock, noted for its loud tick. Nobody thinks of a clock until you mention it. When I said, "You hear the ticking over there OVER THERE," the audienca imagined the sound emanated from the direction I pointed; and, by suggestion, on which is based hypnotism, by the way. they had placed it as coming from the silent clock on the mantel. Then, while they were listening for the unexpected, half turned to the opposite wall- I had, unobserved, slipped my fingtr to the pendulum, stopped the alarm and dropped the clock into a drawer! "But then how was the other clock the exact time?" Before the audience had arrived I had placed the hands ahead several hours and had brought my experiment to conform to the very minute I had arranged. This was simple in a flash

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"And the clock STOPPED!" To these persons accustomed by their longer able to stand the oppression of mystifying leader, the startling events ' the darkness, turned on the gas floodof the meeting had overshadowed any- ing the room with light. Then they thing of the past. And now the thouent j crowded about the clock pale and of something still mere dramatic ; wide-eyed. It was stopped, no question brought them to breathless and awed j of that lle nn, -ompaing it wit" attention. j their watches, found it recorded just

"Dear spirit, breathed the medium j one minute behind theirs

raising his eyes to the ceiling. "We crave your assistance' and beg your parcion for tiring you so much this

of lightning I had casually looked at my watch. The mystery of the night, the darkness, the w6nders already witnessed, had all aided me to fool these intelligent people, among whom were a magazine writer, an artist, two theatrical folks, and several writers and lawyers. Now consider this: That this experiment was far more dramatic and Inexplicable than is generally seen at professional seances, where money is paid for admittance. Yet on incidents such as these, the credulous people of the masses are convinced of spiritism and defrauded by fakirs, whose wonders I warrant could be unravelled as simply as the one I have Just record-

"Wonderful!" "Velrd!" "Proves ed. r dId theBe things to study and exspiritualism absolutery." "Could NEV- j tt ia not highly probable that oth-

; ER have been done bv human or ma- v, ,vA; in. vi-

d;.ACCrap1 th!S AeemmS im?8terial means-it was surely the work! t rlr nt

of a spirit." These were the comments J -wonders." I do not say spiritualism,

rapiuij uuefeu, jib uitj examined me clock to see if any wires or mechani-1 cal contrivances could have been con

nected with it.

sibility which I am about to put to

you, and prove your existence and your ability to communicate with us to the most skeptical unbelieving member of this circle. "Over there is a clock" and the speaker pointed a long, lean, bony finger to the opposite end of the room,

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is wrong. I do not essay to pass Judg

ment on this great question. It is against the fakirs that I direct my campaign, beseeching every sensible man and woman to save their hardearned money and evade them.

ble, well fed, well dressed, happy and satisfied looking a set of people as you will find anywhere on earth. They are women enjoying the fat years after they have passed through the lean years. You will find more middle-aged women riding in automobiles than you will young ones. You will see more middle-aged women than young ones at the theatre; you will meet more middle-aged women than young ones when you travel. And this is as it should be. The young women are at the worktime of life. The middle-aged ones have done their day's labor and are taking their ease. They are at the best time of life, and if they are worrying any about their

lot they certainly don't show It. No Terrors Now. There was a time when age had terrors for the women who did not marry ind when to be an old maid was to be the butt of the ridicule of fools. That time has passed. Instead of being an object of pity or scorn, the old maid is the subject of envy and admiration. She has her place in the world, her interests in life, her mission to humanity, and all that age brings her is the boon of greater freedom and of wider liberty than is possible to the young girl. ' Seldom Object. There was never a time in the world's history when age meant as

little to women as it does now, and that they appreciate this is shown by the fact that you seldom bear the subject discussed, or see a woman who objects to telling how old she la. There are so many more things of interest now than the fountain of perpetual youth that we've ceased to hunt for It. At any rate, we are all wise enough to know that nothing stops the clock. It goes on ticking off birthdays, whether we lie about them or not, and the only thing to do Is to make the best of it. Time is only an enemy to woman when she makes it so. When she accepts it as a friend it brings her the choicest ble&sicss of life.