The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 29, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 14 November 1912 — Page 6

HER MEMORY FINALLY* FAILED Sally Sweeny, Young Peasant, Resorted to Novel Manner of Recalling Message of Mistress. J. M. Caldwell, in ‘ Old Irish Life? tells a story of a young peasant woman, Sally Sweeny, who to do shopping for her family when they lived in the country. She could neither read nor write, yet she never made a mistake with any of the messages that were intrusted to her. Once, however, her memory did fail her. One of the ladies of the family had ordered her to bring back a yard of some color of satin, and the unaccustomed word slipped out of Sally’s recollection. Hut she did not allow herself to be beaten without an effort to recall the word, so she went Into the principal shop in Galway still thinking hard. “What is’t that ye call the divil,” she asked, “whin it’s not divil that ye say to him?’’ "Is it satan you would be meaning?” asked the astonished draper. “The very wan,” said Sally delightedly. “An’ ye’ll give me a yard.” A Happy Outlook. In Detroit they tell of a young man who, although he made a great deal of money, was always in debt because of his extravagance. Not long ago, however, he wooed and won a young woman of great wealth, and immediately things took a roseate hue. During the honeymoon the bride ventured to ask hubby whether the fact that had money made any difference to him. “To be sure it does, my love,” was the unexpected response. Whereupon wifey was a bit alarmed. “What difference?” she asked. “Why, darling,” continued the husband, “it is such a comfort to know that if I should die you'd be provided for.” “And if I should die?” added the bride. , “Then? darling.” was the reply, “I’d be provided for.”—Lippincott's,

Empty Plates. A well-esteemed preacher in a New England community that was rather notorious for the stinginess of Its inhabitants suddenly announced his resignation, am} the deacons immediately sought him out for his reasons. “My decision has been brought about by the negligence of my congregation,” announced the divine. "Why, sir,” protested one of his hearers^—l can’t see how you can accuse us of negligence. The church is crowded every Sunday.” “Oh, yes,” agreed the preacher; “but what I accuse them of is contributory negligence.”—Lippincott’s. A Sordid Affair. “Digby, you are worrying about som woman.” “Eiffels, I am.” “I knew it! She is constantly in your thoughts.” “I can’t get her out of my mind.” “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to tell me her name.” “I have no objections to letting you know her name. It is Mrs. Pruner,, my landlady. I owe her for six months board'.” QUITE A DEAL. A a 1 •A (j “There’s a lot in that girl if it can only be brought out.” “Yes; she has a quarter of a million in her name.” Responsibilities. “So you think there are responsibilities women should not assume?” “I can’t help feeling that way,” said the apologetic man. “I retain a vivid boyhood recollection of the time my mother undertook to cut my hair.” Wise Man. Mrs. Excite —Oh, doctor, husband is in an awful way. Just as he goes to sign my checks he faints away. Doctor —What am I do? Mrs. Excite —Get him so that he won’t faint till after he signs them. A Waste'of Time. “I wonder why ball players argue ■with the umpires. They never win one of those discussions.” “I know. People also argue with street car conductors and yet you never saw a passenger win an (argument, did you?’ Preliminary Understanding. “Are you au alienist?” “lam.” “Well, I want your advice.” “Which way?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want to get somebody into an asylum, or out of one?”

SHOPPING IN THE USUAL WAY While Wife Matched Some Ribbons Husband took in Cricket Game and Ride in Motor Car. Jack and Kitty have not been married very long. A few days ago they went together on a shopping expedition—to the land of frills and frocks. “Now, dearie, I shan’t be long,” said Kitty, as they entered the emporium. “You sit in this comfortable chair and wait while I match these two samples of ribbon.” Jack duly sat in the furnishing department, and Kitty disappeared in the nether regions. “Have I kept you long, my poor dear?” asked Kitty, airily, on her return. “Oh, I haven't minded a bit!” came the reply. “I just jumped on a car and went to the cricket match; then I had come tea and went for a ride in Fred’s new motor car. Did you match your ribbons?” “One of them, dearest. But it’s so provoking! I shall have to come again, for they’re just closing the shop.”—■ Tit-Bits. She Needed Proof. It w’as after ten o’clock at night and the jury had just been discharged. A stout juryman came over to the reporter’s table. He had a worried look. “You’re an Evening News man, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Are you going to report this case?" “Yes.” “For tomorrow’s paper?” “Yes.” “Would you mind putting in a line saying that the jury was out until ten o’clock?” “I'll mention it, if you wish.” “I certainly hope you will. You havo no idea how much I want you to. You’re a young man and probably you’re not married yet, but some day you’ll have a wife and then you’ll understand.”

MEAN. Dick —When Harry eloped with May Scads he rubbed it into her father. Tom —How ? Dick—He telegraphed her old man that they had been married —and sent the message collect. No Place for Prayer. A Chicago woman was arrested the othei- day charged with praying too loud. This recalls the story of the . verger in Westminster Abbey who had a foreigner arrested for kneeling and praying in the main aisle of the building. “But” said the judge, “why do you object to the man’s devotional act?” The verger was amazed. “W-why, your honor,” he stuttered, “if I d-didn’t make an example of this man people would be praying all over the place!” A Cruel Girl. “Mr. Slippers, do you believe love makes the world go round?” “I cawn’t say really, Miss Kutely, but, deah me! It makes my poor head go round.” “Well, there may be a certain analogy between your head going round and the earth going round.” “Please be so kind as to —aw —explain.” “Some scientists say the interior of the earth is hollow.” The Infant’s Might. “Saw a wonderful sight at a circus last week.” “New sensation?” “Midget trainer made up like a baby, put a big elephant through all kinds of tricks.” “Just a make-believe baby did that, you say? Come down to our house some night I will show you how a real baby can put all the members of a big family through their paces.” What Makes Us Weary. “What is the most depressing sight on earth?” “That is a question hard to answer, but I can tell you one of the most de-, pressing sights on earth.” “Go ahead.” “It’s the near-comedian in vaudeville who pretends that he is a policeman, seizes himself by the collar and says, ‘Come along with me, now!’” Another Want Filled. Downtown —I see you buy the Evening Smiler. Pretty bright paper, isn’t it? Upton—Bright! That paper is so absorbingly interesting that when you are riding in a street car with a lot of ladies standing you don’t have to pre* tend to be interested. A Symptom. Crawford —Do you think he’s henpecked? Crabshaw —He never mentioned it, but I’ve noticed that the portraits over his mantelpiece are those of his wife’s folks— Judge. • Sure Guess. “Are those women suffragettes?” “Yes.” “What do you suppose they’re talking about so earnestly?" “It’s one of two things—millinery or politics." The Tightwad. Sims —While In Paris I paid $3.75 in tips alone. Waiter (assisting him on with his coat) —You must have lived there a good many years, sir.—London Tit* Bits. „ *

y 11 — : ■ v ■ t Fashion

MUST BE SIMPLICITY THAT IS THE ORDER FOR THE WINDOW DRAPERY. Many Arrangements, and All of Attractive Description, Are. Possible—Here Are Some of Them Outlined. The Tact that a room never seems Quite complete for winter use until the curtains are tip makes one think of those accesscries almost the first of all. It is this problem that takes one on long, tiring ambles about town looking at every kind of curtain that is made and often asking for some-thing-that has not been made or is not made any more. Fashions change in curtains, as in all things else. The regulation parlor lace curtain is still in use to a great extent, but it is not so popular as it was in the days when everything was draped back or KJ •' “ loXXXI K wfiw I | sS® - » feoocH! A. —i— i —= The Net Curtains Should Be Stretched Plain From Top to Bottom. looped up—the period of lambrequins and bustles. Will the return of the pannier bring back the tournure and "looped back curtains? We hope not. The simple dignity of curtains hung in straight lines, whether entirely covering the windows or pushed back to the sides, has won general favor throughout the country. It is probably due to the advent of the so-called mission style of furnishing, but because of its simplicity it lends itself to any style and period of decoration. Plain net curtains or net effects cannot be surpassed for charm of durability. They are made with plain wide hems and simple Battenberg or cluny edgings, or embellished with interesting medallions and insertions of various sorts. But whether these are of the most costly sort or are the inexpensive machine-nxade reproductions now to be had in every good shop, the suggestion or effect of sim-

MAKING THE BEST OF ROOM| With a Little Care and Arrangement Much Extra Space in Attic May Be Contrived. There are thousands of thousands of homes where attic rooms are “done off,” and in almost every instance a lot of space is wasted. This can be overcome in most cases. Making a room in a top floor or ’attic” is generally done by paneling or plastering the walls, and where the roof slopes down to the floor, or almost to the floor, a large place is cut >ff by building a short partition down the roof to the floor. The partition or “wall” of such a room is generally not high enough for the average bureau or dresser with its swivel mirror; no old-fash-ioned bureau without a mirror is high enough for a chiffonier. And so a small one is generally placed against this wall. This takes up a lot of space, sticking out into the already small room. This can be avoided if, when the room is done off, instead of cutting WICKER NOVELTIES FOR BABY Most Attractive and Cortvenient Are the Articles Just Now Offered in Profusion. The white wicker double wardrobes for baby’s first things are very convenient, as «well as most attractive. These wardrobes differ from the single wicker wardrobes which came out last year, inasmuch as they contain six drawers or trays instead of three for baby’s clothes. Four of these trays pull out, while the other two are stationary. The top of the wardrobe forms a dressing table for baby with a tiny shelf above. All the little toilet articles may be placed on this table, while the trays may be kept for the tiny clothes only. Little white nursery hampers, made palm, are among other wipker novelties shown for baby. These hampers are made very much In the shape of a tiny trunk, with a cover which can be kept open the same as a real trunk lid. Another trunk feature is the tiny inside tray, in which all the dainty lit- ■

plicity is maintained. For outside appearance of the house it is preferable to have the white curtains covering the windows They may be put on rings in order to be easily pushed back, or if there is no necessity for this the hem at the top should be made wide enough to slip the small brass rod through. This latter arrangement will make the curtains hang in better lines, and will save much time and labor at laundry time. The window will look much better from the outside if these curtains hang next the glass, the shade being inside, next the room, and for both looks and cleanliness should just escape touching the sill. When the windows are open and the curtain blowing back and forth they will not pick up so much dust and become so soiled along the lower edge. NOW THE CHAMELEON GOWN Scientist Promises, Among Other Things, Matter of Some Moment to Women Readers. Chameleon gowns for women, changing color with the intensity of the light, are predicted by Dr. Giacomo Ciamician of Bologna, addressing the eighth international congress of applied chemistry, recently in session at the College of the City of New York. “Photographic substances,” said Doctor Ciamician, “which often assume very intense colors in the light and return in the darkness to their primitive colors, may well attract the attention of fashion. The dress of a woman so prepared would change color according to the intensity of the light. Passing from darkness to light, the colors ( would brighten, thus conforming automatically to the environment, the last word of fashion for the future.” Another of Doctor Ciamictan’s suggestions was that the world prepare to use the daily solar energy, equal to 6,000,000,000 tons of coal, instead of the mere 1,000,000,000 tons of real coal which is mined per year. “Out of the arid lands there will spring up industrial colonies without smoke and without smokestacks,” he said, picturing what will happen when all the coal is gone; “forests of glass tubes will extend over the plains and glass buildings will rise everywhere. Inside these will take place the photo-chemical processes »that hitherto have been the guarded secrets of the planets, but that will have been mastered by human industry. Life and civilization will continue as long as the sun shines. If our black and nervous civilization, based on coal, shall be followed by a quieter civilization of solar energy, that will not be ; harmful to progress and to human happiness.” To Freshen Veils. To freshen veils or faded silk scarfs, let them lie for awhile in gasoline into which has been mixed a small portion of oil paint of the desired shade. To renew slimsy lace or mesh veils, dissolve two teaspoonfuls of mucilage in two of hot water. Pin the veil to a cloth, exactly as a cur tain is stretched, and apply this liquid j with a flat paste brush, or small paint ! brush, and leave until dry.

I off this space back of the short partl- ' tion, a series of drawers is built in. The bottom drawer would be deep and wide and the other three or four drawers would taper up, the top one

JT' 'ink ° being quite narrow as the roof is sloping toward this short partition all the time. With two such built-in bureaus oi sets of drawers the entire floor space of the room remains for the bed. chairs and table, and yet there are plenty of drawers handy. tie accessories may be kept, while the dresses and underwear may be placed in the lower part. If a canvass cover were made tc fit the hamper it could easily be used as “baby’s trunk” when away for the summer. Two little brass handles are fitted at each side, and a lock and key could be attached at the front of the hamper. — — • Weatherproof Artificial FlowersWinter hats will have a choice of blossoms for theiP adornment in a variety of material and color hitherto unknown in millinery circles. The hues will, of course, be or a more subdued character than the summer ones and the materials used in the makeup of the flowers will be specially made to suit the weather. Rainproof roses will be seen and artificial flowers will be created in fabrics immune from the onslaught of fog or snow. New Umbrellas. Pretty little umbrellas come for the small girl and have black or'change; able silk covers, with natural wood handles and sterling silver tops. ■

RACE FOM WIFE The Best Man Won Despite the Great Odds Against Him. By HARMONY WELLER. Blossom looked down, suddenly very much abashed. The question lurking in the masculine eyes must be answered and there were three sets of eyes, all adoring and likewise all Impatient. Dick gazed fondly at the little brown hand that he longed to possess as his own; Harry’s eyes were riveted on the misty line of blue that showed beneath her lashes and Tom absorbed the whole perfect girl in his glance, but mostly he watched the crimson stain of her lips which curled now and again with a troubled smile. •he looked up and her eyes lingered on Tom, on Dick and on Harry. Each man watched with trepidation the dimple that played fitfully in the girl’s face. A half drawn breath escaped her lips. “You have all,” she began in her sweet voice, “honored me —by loving me.” The men glowered, each at the other two. She continued a trifle nervously, “And in return —I love you —each one of you—with the same amout of loyalty. I think that I am not a ‘one man woman.’ I think I could be happy with any one of you—very happy,” she added. This polygamous speech had not the soothing effect that the girl had hoped for. The masculine element glowered with greater force but made no attempt to break the line o£ thought that struggled behind the girl’s eyes. A touch of color fanned her cheeks; her eyes became darker. “I want to marry one of you. I long for the city! Life on this island has become irksome to me and I want to see the broader sphere of life. Living here. I have been denied so many pleasures. Until this summer I had not realized a half of what life holds. You have each, in your grand big way, made the last three months a Paradise to me. I had never seen an airship until the day Harry swept down through the air in his huge machine. I had never been in a motor until Dick came whizzing across that old bridge. Good old fleet-footed Bess, whom Tom has taught me to ride, has filled me with —well —joy, and you have all three just spoiled me with you; - attentions.” Negative shakes from three heads condemned her last words. “Yes, you have,” she contradicted quickly. Blossom drew a deep, troubled sigh. “And now—l have to decide whether I would like to marry a birdman and fly with him, a motorist and joy-ride with him or an equestrian and gallop through life with him! It is a vexing question.” She raised appealing eyes.. to each man in turn. The look compelled an answer. “The latter* is of course the most enjoyable,” said Tom. “The former is more exhilarating,” said Harry. “The middle path is always the safest,” said Dick. , Blossom laughed and jumped quickly to her feet and motioned the men to remain. “I am going to bring out a jug of cider and some fresh doughnuts. While you three are making them disappear I shall walk once around the i island. When I return it will be to j tell you whether I motor, gallop or fly ■ through life.” With another rippling laugh she was off. When she had gone a second time, leaving in her place a tray of fresh doughnuts and cider, Tom, Dick and Harry glowered darkly one upon the other. Then, because they were all of fine mold, an arm shot out from each brawny shoulder. ‘To the best man—may he win!” they toasted in one breath. Blossom tripped along with light feet. She went first along the level stretch of sand upon which a great airship spread its wings in rest; she looked tenderly at it. She passed the old bridge, the only connection between the island and the mainland; a gray racing motor lay silent. Blossom’s eyes caressed it. Still farther on, under the great spreading elm, Brown Bess grazed. The mare whinnied at sight of the slim figure in the pink sunbonnet and Blossom fondled the sleek neck and let fall a light kiss on the mare’s velvety nose. Shrf' walked on with knitted brow. Half way around the small island she stopped short. The idea had come. Excitement lent speed to her return. Blossom sank down in a little flutter of grace beside Tom, Dick and Harry. She began without preamble. x “I will marry—” she paused. “ —The man who first reaches me with a parson and a license!” The girl gasped. She was not prepayed for the lightning effect of her words on her three admirers. Had she shot them simultaneously out of a triple-barreled cannon they could not have started with such precision and speed. Her grip on her breath relaxed and she looked after the flying ( figures wondering at the hidden force of her words. A little unsteady laugh fluttered from her lips. She closed her eyes and Wed to still the beating of her heart. . In this position of expectancy Blossom remained until some time later, when a multitude of sounds broke upon her ears. Her eyes traveled to the mainland whence the noises came. First, a cloud of black dust like the funnelshaped mass that precedes a summer cyclone and out of it arose the honk, honk and whirr of Dick’s green racing car. Second, her eye caught sight of the great winged thing hovering over the tree tops, and the sound of its engines floating down to her like the humming of a million bees. , Blossom held her breath. A fearful sinking of the heart took possession of her when she discovered Brown Bess and her rider were nowhere to be seen. “Oh, what if my foolish dare has brought them to grief!” She was scarcely able to stand as she scanned the horizon line. “Ah!” a sigh of relief escaped her. They were there, far in the rear, like a speck of black against the blue, but dashing toward the inlet for dear life.

Nearer and nearer, the three men came, inch by inch the birdman drew ahead! He was just over the water’s edge! The motorist dashed to the bridge and good old Brown Bess leaped on at the same moment Blossom, no longer having control of herself, beat the ground with her foot and cried excitedly first to one and then the other. Suddenly her blood seemed to stop in its course. There was a deafening crash, a splintering of wood and a fearful splash. The girl, terrorstricken, was afraid to look. But she summoned her courage. The unexpected had happened. The old bridge, unable to stand the strain of a motor courtship, had given way and a thin line of water separated it from the shore. A terrific jerk of the brake threw* Dick and his aged member of the clergy sprawling on the bridge, jjrown Bess, her master and a young curate, were thrown into panic. Suddenly a dull roar rent the air. Blossom screamed. In the topmost branches of the old elm tree the airship had come?to grief and Harry, a minister and the huge machine were struggling with Fate. She stole a glance into the elm tree. The reverend gentleman was safely wedged in a supporting branch while Harry was trying frantically to aid that dignified person into speedy descent from the tree. It looked to the girl as if she would one day be a birdman’s wife. She sighed. Hastily her glance swept in the scene on the bridge. Dick was storming violently both at his machine, which was half in and half out of the water, and in a milder but none the less urgent manner at the old curate, who was slowly collecting himself. “Can’t you swim?” Blossom blushed at Dick’s tone toward the whitehaired minister. Above the beating of her heart it was not possible to hear Tom’s voice, but his words had been effective. She saw the wiry young curate fling off his clerical coat and hat and make a neat dive into the water. After that Tom commanded Brown Bess, and she, too, with a tremendous splash went into the water. Tom followed suit. Out on the bridge Dick raged inwardly and outwardly. Up in the tree top Harry fumed at the impotent moment. Yet in the heart of each defeated man was a somethin;, that clamored for expression. And as Brown Bess reached the shore and with steady muscles drew herself on to a level beach a cheer went out from each heart. The mare stood for a moment dripping; then, as the slim figure in the pink sunbonnet made an involuntary movement toward her, she whinnied a glad w'elcome. It seemed almost as il the animal’s intelligence had told her that she had won a very dear prize for her master. Blossom found, when she reached the mare’s side, that she was trembling. The girl did not realize until her arms were about Brown Bess' neck that she could not have faced any other outcome from the race. Tom and the young curate splashed onto the beach then, and in the new shyness that had come over Blossom she could only hide her flushed cheek on dripping Bess. The parson went hastily to Blossom. “Allow me to congratulate you,” ho said, smiling broadly and giving her a wet but genial handshake. “This is another case of the best man tc win despite all odds against him.” “I consider my victory a good object lesson, parson,” put in Tom, bringing himself alongside his sweet heart. “You see my desire was sc strong and my object so desirable," he sent a swift, tender glance into Blossom’s eyes, “that no new inven tions of mankind could cope with the God-given power of good old Bess; nothing co\ld take you from me,” he added, as heAmnded Blossom a soaked license. (Copyright, 1912, bKrhe McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Found Tobacco Popular. Compilers of the “Statistical Account of Scotland,” published in 1791, did not find tea drinking much in vogue. They reported that “the chief luxuries in the rural districts are snuff, tobacco and whisky. Tea and sugar are little used, but the use of whisky has become very great. The use of tobacco may almost be said to be excessive, especially among the fe male sex. There is scarce a young woman by the time she has been taught to spin but has also learned to smoke. Smoking seems to have been introduced as an antidote tc rheumatism and ague. The favorable alternation with respect to these diseases has produced only a greatei avidity for tobacco. True Love. Love is the purification of the heart from itself; it strengthens and en nobles the character, gives a higher motive and a nobler aim to every action of life, and makes both man and woman strong, noble, and courageous; and the power to love truly and devotedly is the noblest gift with which a human being can be endowed; but it is a sacred fire that must not be burnt to idols. Wealth Derived From Tourists. Were it not for the travel and resident foreign population attracted by religious interest, and the extensive charitable and other contributions which flow tc it from all over the world,' Jerusalem, with a population of 80,000, would be of very small importance commercially. Fully two-thirds of its population consists of non-pro-ducerST who are supported from abroad. Life in a Large City., “Don’t you carry a revolver or a jimmy to protect yourself?” asked Bill the Burglar. “No,” replied his pal. “I go entirely unarmed.” “But suppose some rude sperson interferes with you when you are at work?* “I always have my police whistle with me.” Public Opinioif Supreme. . All free governments, whatever their name, are in reality governments by public opinion.—James Russell Lowell. " '

Paradoxical Promise. "I want you to pay down.” “All right. I’ll settle up.” A CURE FOR PILES. Cole’s Carbolisalve stops itching and pain-, and cures piles. All druggists. 25 and 50c. Adv. A woman is always trying to impress upon her husband that she isn’t feeling as w’ell as she ought to. Liquid blue is a weak solution. Avoid it. Buy Red Cross Ball Blue, the blue that’s all blue. Ask your grocer. Adv. Unfortunately charity doesn’t seem to possess any of the qualities of a boomerang. Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the guuis, reduces inflammation, allay spain, cures wind col ic,2sc abottle.Adu, Paradoxical Misfortune. “There is nothing in this place but soft drinks.” “Just my hard luck.” Many Children Are Sickly. Mother Gray’s Sweet Powders for Children Break up Colds in 24 hours, relieve Feverishness Headache. Stomach Troubles, Teething Disorders. move and regulate the bowels, and Destro-j Worms- They are so pleasant to take childres like them. Used by mothers for 22 years. At al druggists, 25c. Sample mailed FREE. Address A. S. Olmsted, Leßoy, N. Y. Adv. Doing His Part. “What part are you taking in thewar on flies?” “I do sentry duty at the breakfast table over the milk pitcher every morning.” Scotch Query. A bluff, consequential gentleman; from the south, with more beef on his bones than brain in his head, riding along the Hamilton road, near to Blantyre, asked a herdboy on the roadside, in a tone and manner evl. dently meant to quiz, if he were “halfway to Hamilton?” “Man,” replied the boy, “I wad need to ken whar ye hao come frae, afore I could answer your question.”—Exchange. Truth About Old Age. George F. Baer, the famous Philadelphia railroad man, said on his seventieth birthday: “I agree with Professor Metchnikoft about the wisdom of the old. Proses sor Osler made it fashionable to decry gray hairs, but my experience has, been that the old not only possess, wisdom, but they seek it also.” With a smile Mr. Baer added: “The only people who think they are too old to learn are those who really are too young.” Enterprising. In a section of Washington, says* Harper's Magazine, where there are a number of restaurants, one enterprising concern has displayed in great illuminated letters, “Open All Night.’ Next to it was a restaurant bearing with equal prominence the legend: “We‘Never Close.” Third in order was a Chinese laundry, in a little, low-framed, tumbledown hovel, and upon the front of this building was the sign, in great scrawling letters: “Me Wakee, Too.” Probably Prize Grouch. A grouchy butcher, who had watched the price of porterhouse steak climb the ladder of fanfe, was deep in the throes of an unusually bad grouch when a would-be 8 years old, approached him and handed "him a penny. “Please, mister, I want a cent’s worth of sausage.” Turning on the youngster with a growl, he let forth this burst of good salesmanship: “Go smell o’ the hook."—New Orleans Daily States. Newspapers and Literature. All this over emphasis of the un meaning surface is due to a confusion of newspaper and literary standards, ends, aims. The word literary has come to suggest an absence of red-blood; spinners and knitters in the sun; the 35 cent magazine crowd; this is nonsensical, of course. In its elemental meaning literature is at least as stem a jab as journalism, albeit the intention and function of the latter is merely to present things that happen, ot the former to volatilize such material into hovering and potent meanings Ac strike the rock and raise a spirit that is life, t NO MEDICINE But Change of Food Gave Final Relief Most diseases start in the alimentary canal —stomach and bowls. A great deal of our stomach ant? bowel troubles come from eating toe much starchy and greasy food. / The stomach does not digest any of the starchy food we eat—white bread, pastry, potatoes, ogts, etc.— these things are digested in the sma! Intestines, and if we eat too much, as most of us do, the organs that should digest this kind of food are overcoms by excess of work, so that fermenta. tion, indigestion, and a long train ot ails result. Too much fat al§o is hard to diges: and this is changed into acids, sour stomach, belching gas, and a bloated, heavy feeling. In these conditions a change frotr indigestible foods to Grape-Nuts will work wonders in not only relieving the distress but in building up a strong digestion, clear brain \ anC steady nerves. A Wash, womai writes: “About five years ago I suffered with bad stomach—dyspepsia, indiges tion. constipation—caused, I know now, from overeating starchy an<. greasy food. “I doctored for two years withou! any benefit. The doctor told me then was no cure for me I could not oa anything without suffering seven pain in my back and sides, I be came discouraged. “A friend recommended Grape-Nutt and I began to use it. In less thar two weeks I began to feel better ant inside of two months I was a wei woman and have been ever since. “I can eat anything I wish witl pleasure. We eat Grape-Nuts ant cream for breakfast and are verj fond of it.” Name given by Postun Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Roat to Wellville," in pkgs. » reason.” Evtr rend the above letter! A nev one appear* from time to time. Thei w-<- Kennlue. true, and full of btunai Interest. Adv.