South Bend News-Times, Volume 36, Number 153, South Bend, St. Joseph County, 2 June 1919 — Page 4

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HISPER. are you superstitious? You arc not? You always pay that, possibly because it Is a woman's way to dray that which she, has the firmest belief In, or wishes the mo3t to possess. You arc the little

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vornan, who said you could live without lov; you denied any desire or Inclination to wed even the best man In the world ; you have denied many things you believed In! Th?n. when brought face to face with the charge, you giggled merrily and admitted that stcII perhaps, after all. you might Iot ?orno men. but certainly not all, (and who expects you to?) that you would marry, provided the right man asked yo'vi. and you havo to admit that you shudder when a black cat leaps across your path, and you do not know why you do It, but you cut your hair cn the first Friday of the new moon, tnd -actually note results, for It makes your hair prow. How your cheeks pale- when you brak a mirror; how Riad yon are. to have money in your hand' when you first behold the new moon! U3ten. would you get married on the thirteenth of the month? "Well, you might, for It is a great temptation to get married when you can, but If the marriage had even a little ripple, of disturbance upon the sea of matrimonial difficulties, you, deny It If you dare. would Fay In most emphatic türm, sadly and hopelessly, "Well, you see, I was wedded on the thirteenth-of the month." The one reason why many persons claim they aro Immune from superstition is. due to the fact that in this, seemingly,, enlightened age, we aro supposed to look upon everything of the black it and Salem witchcraft order as nothing short of complete Ignorance. Howover, elaborate- statistic pro? that drinking at the fount of kno-w2edgo has no tendency whatever to destroy old beliefs which, if reasoned out, would be groundless, yet those very ideas, spooky, uncanny, faith-dratroylng or hope building, havo a way of thriving In each generation. You ran make a person laugh at any superstition except his own pot one. The "dark aprs" and the twentieth century havo at least ono bond of sympathy, all are more or less superstitious, yet denying it right along. In many colleges throughout the land various methods have been adopted to ascertain whether tho bright mind3 within the temples of knowledge, wert) disturbed by these petty fears. Strange as It may seem, not one young man or woman denied a total disregard for at least one pet OD -" '1 'i-1 1 -1 HERE was plenty of time to catch the seven-ten car, tho' even this was wholly unnecessary. It waa not really essential that Kitty should start before seven-thirty. Hut the young lady had her reafons for hurrying. She knew that Waiden Iiixby would be along In his machine about soven-ten. on his way to his real estate office in the city. Of cours . ha would drive past '.he house to take her to the Central Telephon. Station. Hut that slick little combination of business and pleasure wan, ;o cease, unless she was mistaken! She'd show him! Just as he should appear with his fine airs and his swell machine and his olive branch of peace, she'd cooly snub him, she would. She'd calmly turn her back and take the Watts Local. She'd turn him down right there before all of Watts at least all of it that was astir trmt early m tho morning and how she wished tho whole suburb might b out to witness his humiliation! Oh, i-he'd fix him! He'd see that he couldn't play her for a side show to his main attraction.-even if she was poor aud ho did own the half of Watts. Huh! A very fuperficial Judge of girls could that Kitty Lumsden had on her fighting mitts. The pink in her cheeks w-fi3 not wheily of th sharp morning air. And to aver that her black eyes Hashed fire is not wholly to speak in metaphors. Every line, every movement of her shapely little form bespoke fires within and dangers cf volcanc outbursts. Possibly there were spots on the son that is. the son of o!d Millionaire Mellville Iiixby. who lived further down the peninsula, and whoso son Waldon carried Watts around is his pocXet. Anyway, there were storms and things brewing, and Kitty was going to show this son that thero wera no spots on her. and that he couldn't carry her around in his reached the corner of San Jose avenue and Pacific View street and still no Watts Local was in fight. And how tho little devils of plqu and anger and Jealousy and general misery ran riot in her consciousness as she stood in the cold, damp air waiting for that car! Said one "There's Clara Kitz. small imp. I.Ike as not he'll ttt you haud it io Yul-cn, and

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omen. The hypothesis that "if a dog howls it 13 a sign of death in the family" is so old and so well established as a fact in the minda of some persons, that nothing short of death itself would result In the destruction of the most absurd of all omens, for dogs have howled ever since dogs were on th market. Thirteen clubs have been establshed for ages, it feian, and no hostess willingly will s;t thirteen persons at her hospitable board. The thirteenth person will decline the seat, and laugh off his superstitious fears, yet it Is shown that he does not wish to b-i ihe unfortunate person to be seated t the table. The harmless, or partially tamed domestic cat, which purrs softly in one's lap during the day, is loathed by many women if it prowls in the sanctuary at night. The touch of a cat is most disagreeable to most persons. I, myself, cannot touch any animal without being almost overcome by a very peculiar sensation. I am not the least fearful of a cat. yet I cannot bring myself "to touch even the most playful kitten. The world expects more of the educated person than the Ignorant, that Is true, but theso pet mental torments aro everywhere, and while accusing others of their peculiar belief, I confess that I am exceedingly wary of 23. although for more than four year3 I drew a weekly salary of $25, but I finally lost my position on the 23th of the month. I consider it ray "hoodoo" day, simply because I have kept an account of the many peculiar happenings which have been somewhat distressing and they all date to the 25th, of certain months. I stop there, for it Is my mental gem of superstition. I dj not believe In ghosts, spirit talks, getting out of bed with tho left foot fiist or putting a garment on wrong side out. Ono time, possibly two years ago, I was walking down the boulevard In the city of St. Louis. My companion was a highly cultured young woman of thirty. Suddenly she sprang anead of her, swooped to tho pavement and as. suddenly leaped back, laughing as she held up a crooked, rusty hairpin. "A new beau" she estatlcally exclaimed. I was amazed, for It seemed so Idiotic, especially for her to do anything so silly. I noted she, was looking about her, up and down and all around. I inquired what she was looking for and she said that it was necessary to hang the hairpin on a nail or the beau would not arrive. "Did you never observe the haiipins hanging on telegraph poles?' she askfd. I had to admit that I did not; but when she hung her pin upon a nail. It had four rusty companions! We then amused ourselves looking for hairpins on telegraph po'es, and I am most cer

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then she'll sail in and try to catch him. She's wanted him ever bo long, you know." Clara was bookkeeper for Mr. Crier, who kept the big general store in Watts and whoso uumerous children overran the neighborhood. "What a blue Monday!" suggested another little demon. Another called her attention to the foggy morning and the indications of rain. Still another pointed out the blocks and blocks of cheap little shacks that made up Watts little homes boughr on the "Dollar-Down-Dollar-a-Week" plan and the general undesirableness of the suburb as a place of residence. Another But Just then the Watts Local came in sight, and suro enough, there was Waiden Bixby in hisv machine Just behind. But Kitty, with grim resolution, was ready, and Just as tho young real estate man's car reached the corner ready to swing west on Pacific View street toward her houso, and he caught sight of her and stopped, she was ciilmly mounting the steps of the Local. She didn't look at him. But she knew he was looking at her, and she felt that the conductor of the Ical and several other Wattsltes were enJoying his discomfiture. Ah, how sweet is revenge! Did he think he could speed his machine in open daylight right on San Jose avenue itself, in company with another woman, and not hear from her? Huh! But the sweetest revenge roon palls. And Kitty Lumsden had no sooner seated herself more or less uncomfortably in the rigid car seat (she couldn't help comparing it with tho luxury of Walden's tonneau) and observed the young man's machine hoot ahead of the electric car without his so much as glancing at the window the girl was looking out of. than her mood changed. No. she didn't relent What else could she have done? He had taken another woman ndicg without excuse or explanation, and this, in an engaged man, was unpardonable. No. she had to keep her self-respect. And of course, all that was left now was to give him back hi ring she was tempted to take off her glove and look at il dismiss him. and forget it all when ihe could. But in spite of her the little devils came trooping in again and took possession of her thoughts as the Watts Local rattled along, taking the dust cf Walden's machine. They maliciously reminded her of the many, many rides she had taken with young

tain I saw hundreds, so it goes to show that more persons than this charming young woman believM in the new beau when the wire ha'-rpin was found. A straight wire hairin denoted a lover; a crooked one, a woman; a small pin. a child. After this incident, I noticed many persons, from time to time, picking up hairpins. Did I? Certainly, for I am a woman. When I found a n-w pia, I met a fine little lawyer that teek. and he was a grand rascal; th- pin I picked up on Olive street was hung on a nail in a new building. A workman sang out to me. "Hello little girl. I'm single, will you take me?"' 1 had the good grace to laugh, but I felt mighty foolish, and went my way in a hurry. It was the last pin I ever picked up from the sidewalk. Possibly there is nothing which takes a firmer grip upon womankind than that erroneous belief that some departed soul, the disembodied spirit that has escaped the toil aDd turmoil of life, can come back to earth and communicate with loved ones. Imagine, if you can, the horror that a young mother experiences when she "communicates" with the spirit of her beloved babe. The death was cruel enough, and it was hard to see the baby slip out of her loving arms that cuddled the little body each night; and it was doubly hard to see the little form lowered into the tiny flowervoice speaking to the bereft mother, lined grave, but imagine its lisping 0, that such belief could be forever destroyed! If it were possible for the person to communicate with loved ones, God in His infinite wisdom would make it possible for those persons to soothe the broken hearts of loved ones that mourn In the deepest of all human grief. Never was a greater fake perpetrated on a sane and sensible world; end nothing In the omen world has had a more faithful audience. It is such a temptation to go, even though one may go without belief, and return with a brain of wonder. This fake has been unearthed in many cities, and the perpetrators have been harshly" dealt with by the law; yet so cunning are the workings of many, that their methods seem truly marvelous, and many of the world's greatest scientists hare tried to discover the peculiar theory of their trde, yet are bafled at every turn. Not long ago a magazine, and a good one, too. had the bad policy to publish a series of articles to the effect that ther' were ghost3. A good ghost Ftory is r adable. and likable by a p"pon w ho e mind is sufficiently well poised to re a non-believer, but bless hearts and spades, a believer will lose breath and cuddle all up in a tiny knot in bed, at the mere recollection f that story. I can recollect when I was a mere

LüAl'i. wSiJ; as TT Waiden Bixby along that avenue. How proud she had been of her handsome, enterprising young "Dollar-Down-Dol-lar-a-Week" real estate man! Th?. little glooms and imps of darkness recalled to her mind all the plans she and Waiden had discussed; of Walden's purpose to begin raising his real estate prlco; to put on building restrictions, and gradually to weed out the unsightly hovels: to bring in a better class of resident and to make of Watts something a -e than the Joke it was. Aud th on the hill overlooking the sea ,he was going to build a bungalow, a flno one. which was to be their home when but that was all in the past, and Kitty sighed. He had taken to running with other women, and this, of course, was tho limit. Good thing she found him out before instead of after. Kitty was wisely glad when the dingy, dirty Watts Local reached the Central Telephone Station in the city, and her hat and wraps put carefully away in her locker in the girl's restroom, she found herself before the switchboard with the ear pads clamped over her ears. If there's anything that will effectually put the glooms to rout it is occupation. And certainly it would be a gloom with praiseworthy persistanco that could make any headway against the innumerable calls claiming a telephone girl's attention. And so in no time at all Kitty had dipped her voice into the dissolved sugar and was trilling sweetly into the mouthpiece, "Number, please?" "Put in your nickel, please." "Line's busy," "Party doesn't answer." etc.. Just as though she w-as happy as a bird and no "other woman" had darkened her sky. And so her day would have passed if something hadn't happened. But suddenly her name and a familiar voice came into her ear. "Hello, is that you. Kit!" she heard, and recogniied the voice of Clara Katz at Watts. The connection was lost on the instant, and in the Interval Kitty wasn't certain that she wanted to talk with Clara. Of course, Clara would want to pump her about her break with Waiden. And then Clara got the line again, and Kitty heard. "Hello. Kit, I lost the line. Say. Kit. there's another fire down at Watts" and again somebody broke in. But Kitty had heard enough. Another fire down at Watts? Fire? The word struck terror to the girl's heart and drove everything else from her

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child that a neighbor woman had the lack of good sense to tell m; that If I v i : md the devil would sit on the footboard of my bed and some night oi coursp, when I least expected it. he would get n.e; however, if I w ere good, obeyed my mother and did everything according to what she said, and what everyone else said, a beautiful angel would sit there and watch over me in loving vigil throughout the night. As I wa? not very good, ! lived in eternal torment expecting the devil to et me every night. I was glad when footboards went out of style, for now I have none on my lowly couch whereon his satanic majesty may perch his unholy seif. If he gets mo, and be may, for added years and hard work have not subdued my fun-loving spirit nor 6pells of spontaneous deviltry, he maydaim his own and I will come into my own hot estate, as hot as the hinges there

of. The love-lorn will fiock to the fortune-tellers. I have gone myself, but I cannot Bay they ever impressed me. I am something of a character reader myself, and can understand full well Low an intuitive mind can read most persons, not all but a few. If the reader is clever, skillful, and sympathetic, there i3 every hope of drawing from the visitor sufficient material to work on. Still, I must confess, that I have been puzzled at some clairvoyants. I visited a renowned medium at one time and as soon as I was seated before her. she called my name. It made the hair raise straight up on my head. My nam is anything but a common ono, and the mere fact that she called it was a shock. She followed by telling me I was a married woman. I am single, but I permitted her to say her say, and I said nothing to encourage her on. She spoke of the death of my child, the unfaithfulness of my husband, a certain married man who figured scandalously In my life, and she made a furious attack upon my chastity, and saw before me a great calamity, for I was standing on the precipice of great danger. I wondered how on earth she could tell my name, and go so far aBtray on everything else, for I would almost commit murder if anyone attacked the honesty of my womanhood, and I was not entangled in an affair de amour with anj' married man. and I never r.hall be. Then I looked down'at my handbag and saw cleverly carved across the latch wa3 my name! I paid her my money and left. At another time I went with a party of young persons and this woman was genuinely clever in character reaOing, although she understood the trick of leading her subject on to reveal certain important features to work on. For example, she looked at me and Interrogatively said: "You are not mar - . in 1 , um, . kJt-WuW t.ii fh iniiii mind telephone calls, the other woman, even Waiden. Fire! And her invalid mother was confined in their little board cottage, and Bob was away at school. And Watts was one immense firetrap, with no fire protection to speak of! Kitty, with quick presence of mind made the connection and calledr"Fire double three," thus notifying ihn city fire station. Then 3he removed her car pads and rushed from her switchboard and into the manager's office. It took but a moment to e.lain to Mr. Crosby the situation and to be rolleved from duty. And In another moment Kitty had seized her hat and wraps in the restroom, and w.13 in the 6treet looking for the Watts Local. Her heart sank as she realized that her mother and all Watts might burn up long before that lumbering coach would reach the suburb. "Good morning, Kitty. Get right in. I know where you're going. Heard the alarm you turned In on my line. Quick, there's no time to lose!" There was Wfilden Bixby in his machine right by her side. He was half standing, and. holding the car door open, was almost commanding her to eater. She obeyed. There was no other choice. And in one brief Instant Kitty foigot the other woman, forgot her perscnal pride, and the affron; that had been put upon her. and in a moment Waiden had thrown his motor Into thr high and w as breaking the sp ;i law s in the direction cf Watts. They caught up with and raced Motor Fire Engine No. 6, which, leaving a trail of burning cinders, was whizzing through the air on lt6 way to the fire at Watts like a meteor trying to make up lost time. They overtook and passed an electric repair w?gon, which in some way had gotten the start of them. The speeders going to the fire at Watts gathered numbers and excitement as they went by the- law of accretion. Motorcyclists, either through curiosity and the free-for-all race, or having interest at Watts, threw on speed, removed their mufflers, and added their smoke and thir smells and their din to the avalanche descending upon Watts. Doctors with patients at Watts, bill collectors with accounts there, idlers with no business at all there; everybody ia short, who could possibly pet to Watt? while the excitement was on. rushed pellmell in that direction. The streetcars

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ried. I see." Naturally I sald I was not. She then told me of a light men. also one medium rinrk. and saw a wedding in the distance. She saw more than I did. for at that particular reading the only man who was in my life was a married nan, my manager, and I mentally called him "Sitting Bull," so I was qui-e certain her predictions were raeanlngles. Of course, like others, she said I soon should hear of a death, a wedding, a frreat surprise and I would bo ill. I think "she predicted ptomaine poisoning. As I was boarding- at the time. I believed her, for I had enjoyed everything else in the various boarding houses, and was not golns to miss anything my money could procure; but I never had it. While this article wes to deal with vomen and their pet superstitions, it goes without saying that hey are not alone in their mental happiness or misery, for men are as pro?2 to superstition as the sparks fly upward. There is the farmer who studies the fat-faced moon of his Dutch almanac. He has a deep-rooted belief in his brain pan that if he plants beans in a certain period of the moon that those beans will not climb the pole; and if ho happens to plant them at the rroperjperiod, why those beans excel the n:4hological story of Jack the Giantkiller. He claims that if cucumbers are planted when the signs are "twins' that there wlllbe a double crop of cucumbers. "Women plant flower seeds when the sisns show the woman holding the bunch of flowers in her hand. That is the sign of Virgo, the bowels. Most all old-fashioned mothers weaned their babies when Jhe "3igns" were below the heart. The modern n other weans her baby at the start and allows it to yell its lungs out or dies. It is up to the nurse the cow and the pacifier to do what mother used to do. It Is not known what sign it is that made most present-day mothers withdraw the natural feast from her babe, but put It down as a sign that something caused a disturbance in Nature's own dining room. Some men were undoubtedly born or weaned when the eigns were in Pisces, the feet, for they are natural born kickers. I once worked in an office where I am quite certain the men was born or weaned under this tign, for there is no record on earth, or above the earth, or even below it when that man smiled. He was married when the signs were In the heart, I dare say, for never did a man live who so heartily regretted that early morning frolic at Dan Cupid's altar. The devout Catholic makes the sign of the cross. It is a pretty custom and there are many occasions for it. He cresses himself as he passes the holly

NWUJtll TV ft . ii -1-m 11 i mtm im .hii vmni I 1 going that way filled up. Teamsters Invited pedestrians to get in, and whipped up their teams; tramps stole rides; 'small boys on ponies rode double, treble, and quadruple, and blcyllst3 came down tho pike in platoons, companies, and regiments. If more numbers and thunderous noise could put out the fire. Watts was already saved. But when Engine No. 6, spitting fire and snorting vapors, reached Watts, with Waiden and Kitty Just behind, they found the place immersed in its usual slumberous calm. The dogs still snapped lazily at Jleas on tho doorsteps, and the foreign children still cluttered the streets and alleys. Tho smoke that Waiden and Kitty had seen watched apprehensively as they flew along was only a Portuguese woman burning trash In her back yard. It was evident there w-as no fire at Watts, and the only excitement at all was what the invaders had brought with them. Engine No. 6 circled around, stopped in front of Crier's store, and began to roar like a lion seeking some fire it might destroy, while Waiden and Kitty brought their machine to a stop and locked wonderingly at each other. And as the rest of the excitement hunters began to arrive and gather around and occupy space, Watts wokeup. The dogs stopped snapping at fleas and barked furiously. The children came from all directions and got in the way, and people began to come out of the doors and peer from windows. Kitty got out of the machine and hurried into Crier's store. She met Clara Katz, and each girl's face mirrored the astonishment pictured in the other. "Clara, what on earth T' tgan Kitty. "Where's the fire?" "The fire?" repeated Clira. "What fire? I never said there was a fire." "You said" but Kitty was Interrupted by a shriek of laughter, as Clara fell into a chair and doubled up like a clasp knife. "I said I said." crid Clara between gasps "I never said I told you that there was another" Clara put her Hps to Kitty's ear "another Crier down at WattsMrs. Crier's got a new biby." And again Clara fell into the chair while Kitty stood as though petrified, looking at Clara and helplessly listening to the mob outside. Clara was equal to the emergency, r.r.d the word soon spread. The firemen swore, and then laughed and fot

temple; the sign of the cross is made at the festive or humble board, and it is sympoiic of what is pure, holy, eternal in the Christian sense. In itself it i; nothing, yet beautifully significant of what is good. After the awakening of a misty and dreamy existence of spiritual bodies, thought waves, astral figures and other peculiar Ideas of an existenco not seen with the naked eye. many learned persons delved as deeply at poitible Into the rew conditions. It is not based so much on superstition as a theory thtv there Is a fluid of Influence which each learned person may use to his advantage. It empraces everything pertaining to thought waves, wireless telefrahy, etc. As yet so ponderous is its purport that not many persons have adopted it in the commercial wo.ld as a meanj of making a living. It is confined almost wholly to societies and "circles." Perhaps there is no place where the belief in the uncanny is so caretully nourished as right upon the American playboards where we might naturally look for its complete elimination, especially among persons of rare talent and highly developed intellectual attainments. May things are considered harbingers of good luck. Most all actors and actresses retain some article of clothing they wore upon the night of their crowning success in the play-world. Their bad omens are so numerous that, at first glance of the entire list, one is inclined to wonder whether they believe in anything real. They avoid certain yellow shades, which they consider casts certain evil spells. The cat that follows them as a mascot is beloved and petted so long as the felineshlp member of the troupe does not scurry across the stage. That, alone, is trouble without anything else to support the belief. What a manager won't do, and what he will do to the person who whistles in the theater is most interesting, for it brings trouble as surely as the crowing of the chanticleer brings company !f he crows in tho kitchen door. An actor who has been on the stage long enough to acquaint himself with certain superstitions will never, never go on the stape where there Is tho picture of an ostrich. Peafowl feathers are considered as worse than ill omens, and one famous actress positively refused to take the leading part in a play where the stage settings were a wonderful development created wholly in lights and gauzes of these brilliant tints; nor would she adopt the attire. Consternation reigned supreme, the plffy went on. and. as the good actress now says, ' I knew it. I knew it," for the play was a complete failure. It is considered fortunate for a man

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away as soon as possible. The crowd shouted and roared, and then lingered to shout ajid roar some more. But after a while the mcb and the fun melted away, and then iKtty ventured out to find Waiden waiting and smiling. "It's allTisht, Kitty," Waiden said. "Mistakes will happen. I made a mistake, too. I ought to have told you that it was my cousin. Miss Gibbs, who was In the machine with me yesterday. She's a trained nurse. It was an emergency call, you know," and Waiden blushed. "Let's go for a spin." And Kitty was only too glad. A Day With the Kids TOP crying, Jennie. You and Bobble are to go in the Jitney and be sure to wait outside the gate where It says, "Tickets." No! we won't get lost. Hold on to Bobbie and don't let him fall out. Good-by. Now, Milly and Hazel, come on, here is a car. Stop fussing, Millie, we are all crowded. Well, I should think a big man of his size would know trough not to r"h and step all over a little girl's new shoes. Yes. sir. I was speaking about you. sir. You've made my little sister here cry. Oh, yes, sir thank you, sir Hush Mill, see, the kind man Is giving you a dime to spend at the fair. Thanks awfully, mister. Mill, see the nice fat woman, she says you may sit on her lap Thank you, ma'am, you're very good. Here we are at the fair grounds, that's it Jump. Hazel. Well, now where is Jenn'9 and Bobbin? Oh, there th?y are, and Jennie bawling already. Hush. kid. we're not lost. I wish you were not such a crybaby. Yes. sir, three tickets children under ten get in free, today don't they? Come on. now. No, we're not going to sit on the grandstand. Ma said it would cost too much and you would want to be moving 'round all the t!m anyway. Yes, Jen, you can be a snake charmer when you grow up. No. not now. Yes, Mill, go ahead and have your fortune told, if you want to. We will wait here at the corner of the grandstand. No. we are r.ot going to rat now. bvit yea may each have a g!as3 of pink

to enter the house first on tiT5e-ir Year! The "Open .House'' was-a!d to be adopted by' mothers with eligl ble daughters to interest men irr-cAll-ing on New Year's Day. No Vnbt many pretty romances havo been enacted as fair lips sipped tho Ncr Year's beverages, and merry eyes laughed across the. punch bowL-btrt history does not record ax. vt hin 5 mufcual when a woman was th first caller. The countless festivities eccarVsneS at HaJlow E'en ro not without soma hidden belief that the mystic charms and fun-provoking sxnusenwcita art not a wee bit truthfuL Happy. Indei is the girl who finds the rtag. for we. she knows it f orteila -bar mm tnjg rasrriage. In foreign countries wher ha!? birth is iro Important end the epptsranoo of a little girl ro sadly ceplcred. there is any amount of witchcraft practiced in hop that the little chili will be a Fon. EVen among royalty the omens have honx caft. magicians have been paid enorsious sumj to make certain the sex of a child. i is considered rewt fortunate trhen &n hefr is born to any kingdom. In the professional world ai many peculiar beliefs, some too absurd to chronicle, others as reasonable asany. if any are to be considered witiin the bounds of good sense or Judgment We have long wondered why !t was that presentiments Lava, at tiaea. come true. Whatcrver it is or la not. yet we all know of pernons who have had presentiments and they actually occurred. In the occult world they describe it as the snapping of the chain between two harmonious bodies. Many women have awakened from their slumber conscious of the fact that some great danger had befallen their husbands. If we are to believe these stories, they are often founded upon facta. Dreams are either most delightful, or else they produce profound gloom, and many persons are morbid as long as the dream remains in mind. So sure are some dreamers that what they dream means something significant in the occurrences of the day that they keep a book of dreams that they may interpret them as soon as they awake. It keeps them in & continual state of worry or they enjoy a hilarious condition of mind which fortells coming happiness which may or may not occur. Taking it all in all Americans are superstitious, and if you have read this article from start to finish and feel that absolutely nothing hap touch-e-d your life, then you are a non-believer; if however, you smile a bit, and admit to yourself that you are guilty you are in the same row with we women and cur hairpin baux.

OD lemonade and the balloon! It i rising. Yes. yes. it is going to heaven. Jen. Yes. there is a man in it. You will see him in a minute. Iook! No, that isn't a sunshade, that's a para- ( hute. We will walk over here a little and watch that elegant young lady in pink ride the tight rope on her bicycle. Ain't she splendid? Well, Mill, what did the old woman say? Oh. well, that's very fine, but don't believe all you hear. To'.d you your name, did she? Pity you didnt know that already. Yes. get one if you want to. Here, now Jen. you can't have any mustard on yours. Millie, tell the man not to put any mustard on Jennie's. No, thanks, bring me a ham sandwich. Oh. there goes -ho woman, that's dangerous business. Oh! gee, did you see? Look, she's all right now turned a somersault in the air in an auto! Oh. gee! Wfcei is Bobbie? Oh. what shall we do? Stop crying, Jen. Millie, you go down Fakers' row and I'll go this way. Come back to the corner of the grandstand. What shall we do, if he is lost? Oh. what wil! ma say? Stop crying. Jen. Millie! Millie! Here he is. Robert Edward Robblns! Wbr have you been? You bad boy, answer me at once. Didn't I tell you to ke?p away from the wild man? Walt till you get home. Just wait Now, while I go up cn the ferria wheel with Hazel, Millie will take you in to ree the mermaid that lived 4 days under water and whoso hair is sea-weed. Hush, Hazel, you sad you wented to go. Two tickets. Hop in. sis. This is awful! O, hush up. we'rt ail right Now see. wo are coming down all right. Well. Mill, how did you like the mermaid? Now we are going home. You shall each hav a balloon and a bag of peanuts. Bobbie, what are yon doing? Ob. so you have giren your nickel to the monkey because he cried. Well, it didn't do him any good, you see. "The man that ke ps him has got It now and where are you going to get your peanuts? Hush now, don't cry. Jen. give your little brother some of your peanuts. Millie, you tak care of Hazel. Bobnie and Jennie, don't let fo my hand. No. we can't stay to see the airship sro up. It is growing dark and there is auch a mob W must 3 tarly to acid ths rjah Coma öi.