The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 33, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 12 December 1912 — Page 7

GERMSVERSUSLOVE Antiseptic Engagement That Caused the Loss of Delicate Little Mustache. BY GUY ARTHUR JAMIESON. Florilla and I bad in reality been engaged over a year—since an idyllic summer at Lake 'Mohonk, where we had come to the supreme understanding intuitively and inevitably rather than by any conscious intent Technically, we had been engaged two months. Ours had been an ideal friendship and gave promise of an ideal marriage. We fitted into each other like the halves of a perfect whole. It seemed that the gods had planned it all and we were but willing, foolishly happy puppets in their hands. The blending of our love and personalities was beautiful to see. Then came the serpent in our Garden of Eden, with the usual serpent results. It happened on this wise. When I called one evening Florilla did not kiss me as was her custom. I offered myself as usual, but she purposely or absent-mindedly ignored me. 1 felt extremely awkward. It flashed through my mind that her love for me had begun to grow cold. It filled me with uneasiness and at the same time fanned my passion into a flame. I caught her in my arms impulsively. and kissed her. Kissed her on the snaky coils of her hair, for to my dismay when she fathomed my intention she ducked her face and I must perforce expend the exuberance of my affection upon her hair —or was it her hair? She struggled from my embrace, holding her hands out defensively.. “Don’t, Harold, don’t. You mustn’t kiss me.” ‘‘Florilla, what has come over you?” I asked, following her up. “Please sit down, Harold, and let me explain," she said determinedly. “I’ve been reading—” “Reading? What has that to do with your refusing to kiss me?” “Don’t interrupt me, Harold; I’ve beep reading that wonderful book, ‘The Insidious Pervasiveness of Germs,’ by Professor Helmbaits von Baldoni. He says people little suspect the danger that threatens them every minute of their lives; that there are millions of deadly germs hovering about us waiting a favorable opportunity to assault us, strike us down. They are in the air, on the furniture and bric-a-brac, on our clothing and bodies. He says larvae are more to be feared than lions. You shouldn’t have kissed my hair. Harold. You were taking an awful—’* “Florilla, what nonsense. Von Baldoni is crazy-—” “It’s terrible to think of, Harold,” Florilla went on ignoringly; “but he said where there was a—a mustache or beard—it gave me the creeps when I read that, and we’d always been so reckless. And you have such a little dear of a mustache. But think, dear, what might have happened. That’s the reason, dear Harold, I didn’t kiss you,” she said naively, her eyes avoiding mine. , “So your fear of Baldoni germs outweighs your love for me.” 1 said coldly. “Harold, don’t be unreasonable. I love you just the same, only I couldn’t think of endangering—we—can love each other just as devotedly:—” “And cut out unsanitary osculation,” I interrupted, ironically. . “You are quite correct. I couldn’t thipk for a moment of inoculating you with any of the fifty-seven varieties of insidious germs Professor Baldoni writes of so llluminatingly. So ours will be a kissless engagement. We will love strictly along sanitary and scientific lines. Is there anything else Professor Von Bald advises lovers to cut out? While we are at it, we had better settle on some definite program so as to avoid the chance of embarrassing each other—” “Now, don’t be silly, Harold. There’s nothing we need to cut out —if—you’d cut your mustache. Really would you dislike it very much, Harold?” “And you’ll stand for the consequences ?” “Yes." “I warn you, Florilla, It will make a ■ difference in my appearance. You’ve never seen me shaven." “How foolish. Do you think I fell In love with your mustache? It’s such a delicate little mustache, too, Harold.” “You were kind enough once,” I said reproachfully, “to say it was handsome. That it gave me a distingue air." "So I did. It does. But I may admire you even more with it off, if that were possible, and —and I’d feel so much safer.” “Then off she, he or it goes," I said with heroic finality. “Never again will you see me adorned with a hirsute, delicate or otherwise, if it brings the shadow of a shade between us.” I rose and bent over her, seizing her arm. “Kiss me, Florilla,” I said persuasively; “just as a kind of farewell to —to the old order of things." “I’d love to, Harold, but I will not just from principle and—because you’ve been so sarcastic.” “Oh, I beg your pardon—l—” “Good night, Harold,” she said, holding out my hat. I took it, and blowing her a kiss, slipped out into the night I called on Florilla the following Monday evening. That afternoon I had heroically sacrificed the pride of my young manhood to the all powerful Baldoni germs. The transformation was startling. I really felt as if I needed an introduction to myself. I felt embarrassed in resuming the old intimate relations. It seemed as if I were taking unwarranted liberties with a stranger. I was fearful of the effect upon Florilla. When 1 rang the door bell half an hour earlier than usual, for I wished to get the introduction over as soon as possible—she came rushing out to greet me. I opened my arms. Then —then she stopped. A look of , fear came into her eyes, and throwing up her hands defensively, she screamed, actually screamed into my face. “My dear Florida,” I said with all the tender reproach I could command

• in my humiliation, “do 1 look so terrible as that?” i She sank to a chair, her face hid in her arms 1 stood awkwardly staring down at her. I felt very miserable, t also indignant. “Very well, Florilla,” I said after a little; “I will go.” “Oh, Harold,” she walled dismally, “is it really you?” “It is—or was,” I said hopelessly. “I never dreamed it would- -would — you look so—only—” “And you are not going to kiss me, ’ Florilla, after all—all the sacrifice : of—” ’ She peeped out Then quickly hid her face again. “Oh, Harold, really, I can’t It ’ would be just like kissing a stranger.” “But you might close your eyes.” ’ "Harold please don’t be funny. It’s : —it’s no time to joke.” “Dear Florilla,” I insisted, “I am not ' trying to be funny, but 1 do feel like a J joke—a horrible joke. I think 1 had | ! better go.” 1 stepped toward the door. ’ “Don’t Harold,” she cried, not looking up. “Don’t go till we’ve settled on something." “I thought I had settled on something. I was to shave my mustache. I have. I’ve fulfilled to the letter my part of the compact You were to | kiss me, just as of old—before —before Baldoni and his germs came into our lives.” Florilla was silent for a space. “I think, Harold,” she said soberly, presently, “we have made a mistake.” I did not reply. “I could never love you without the mustache,” she went on earnestly. “It. really m ikes you quite a different person.” “Florilla/’ I said accusingly, “do you know it takes several months to grow a mustache? What is to become of us in the meantime —and you won’t even look at me?” “It’s horrid of me—l—l just hate myself—” “Now, please, Florilla,” I said sympathetically, “don’t incriminate yourself in that way. I love you just the same. Cutting off my mustache hasn’t changed you in the least—if—you only wouldn’t hi.de your face. It isn’t pleasant, I must confess, talking to the top of your head, but, nevertheless—” “Harold, do be serious—what —what do you think we had better do?" she said in distress. “Well, you might get up a little courage and face the music—l mean face your lover. I might improve on acquaintance—” “No, Harold. I don’t want to —to get acquainted and—you like that.” “Thank you, Florilla.” “But —but I’m not blaming you—” “How kind of you, Florilla—and generous.” “If you only wouldn’t be so—so sarcastic." “I tell you, Florilla, away out of the difficulty,” I said, a bright idea flashing upon me; “I could get a detachable mustache. 1 could have It made at the hair store where you purchase your marcels. I could wear it while we conversed. Then when you kindly condescended to favor me with a kiss I could deftly remove it. In the meantime you could close your eyes—" “Harold, please don’t be silly.” “Very well, then. I shall have to banish myself until nature again performs a miracle upon my lip, seeing that it is $ mustache you have fallen in love with. I assure you I am humiliated into the dust. Notwithstanding the many virtues you have been kind enough to attribute to me—all of them pale into nothingness when weighed in the balance with one poor, delicate, little —” “Oh, please don’t. Harold. Can’t you see how miserable I am?” “Then I will go—go desolate and alone —” “How long did you say it would take, Harold?" “That depends. I assure you I will do all in my power to—to, well, anyway, it is one of those things over which we have no control. It took the last about twenty years—but—considering the dire necessity of the case, nature may be more kindly. Let us hope that you may look upon my—my mustache in three months.” “But you’ll write and telephone me often, Harold?” “It will give me great pleasure to report from time to time the progress of —that is being made toward new rehabilitation. Until then, I will say good-by.” J bent and kissed her hair. “Harold. I feel awfully—” “Dear Florilla,” I said soberly, stopping in the doorway, “we are not solving the problem after all. With the return of the mustache there will return Professor Baldoni and his germs. Have you thought of that?" “Harold, if you love me, please never mention Baldoni and germs again.” “You mean it, Florilla?” "Yes, I’m going to burn the book." "Glory be! Then I go joyfully to my exile. A long, long farewell, dear Florilla,” 1 said, my hand on the door. “Haroldl ” Florilla sharply. “What is it, dear Flor’’’a?” "If—if you’ll turn off the hall light—--I’ll—l’ll tell you good night" New Egyptian Sphinx. Another sphinx, weighing 90 tons and carved from a single block of alabaster, has been unearthed at a point between the world-famed Colossi on the waterlogged plains of Memphis in Egypt. For hundreds of years it has lain, in a recumbent position, buried beneath the sands on the road ;to Sakkareh. Today it is half exposed to view, and next year it is to be raised to a vertical position above tho water line. It measures some 14 feet high and 26 feet in length and is considered to date from about 1,300 B. C. Alabaster being a rock foreign to the neighborhood, the new sphinx ranks as the largest that has ever been transported. Hadn’t Done So Badly. ” might have married a millionaire,” declared Everywoman. “One of my old schoolmates is now one.” “And several of your schoolmates are working right in this town for $lO a week,” retorted Everyman, “while one of them is fn jail. I guess in marrying a cflap getting $1,500 a year your average "islairly good.” And then Everybaby set up a howl and they had to stop quarreling to attend to him.—Pittsburg Post

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111? HO 18 thls « rand old ■W / / man » ad ore d by every r / one, and where was ■vS-.W I hq born? The answer f * s not eas J’> for Santa Claus was born ages ago and he has been BO busy ever s > nce that J he never has taken the time to study his family tree. One thing (- hie knows, and that is he has many names. -iAmerican children call him Santa Claus, the W \ little Dutch folk St. Nicholas, the French Pere Noel, and the Germans Prince Ruprecht or Kriss Kringle> b U t they all mean the same thing. The story of his birth is told in medieval legend. This Italian story says that his name was St. Nicholas and he was a bishop in the fourth century. He had a great deal of money, but he was so good to poor people, and especially to children, that he gave it away as fast as he got it. There are many tales about his good deeds, but perhaps the most interesting one. is how he brought back to life three children who had been killed. In Italy he was known as a tall man, dressed in white robes and wearing a crown. But the happy j Dutch did hot think of this kind man that way. To the Dutch people he always appeared as short-legged and pot-bellied and well wrapped in furs. He was accompanied by a black slave, who carried a bag full of sweets and presents. St. Nicholas carried a birch rod with him and asked the children who had been good and who had been bad. If they were good he gave them nuts, crackers and candies, but if they had been bad they got a flogging. The children put their wooden sabots in the open fireplace so he could put some more presents in these on going out. In Russia he was worshiped the same way, but he always appeared as a tall person wearing the vestments of a bishop, with miter and crown. His companion was a bearded man wearing a fur coat, carrying a stick and a basket full of presents. There are many interesting legends associated with the name of St. Nicholas or Santa Claus in England. One Is that he was put in prison for some unknown offense, but managed to escape. This i? told in “An Hue and Cry After Christmas,” and it tells of the arraignment, conviction and Imprisonment of Christmas, and *how he “broke out of prison in the holidays and got away, only leaving his hoary hair and gray beard sticking between two iron bars of a window.” In Germany he was at first considered 1 as an- advance courier for the Christkindlein, distributing part of the angel child’s gifts and promising a visit of the Christkindlein on Christmas eve when he heard that the children were good. In some of the small places he appeared grotesquely—sometimes in goatskin and dancing like a goat, again in a white sheet with a stick and two lights in his mouth. The legend says that Claus, Nicholaus, Necht Ruprecht, or whatever his name is, “coipes in wearing a white sheet and holding a stick in his hand." He tells the children to pray, and if they disobey he flogs them, but if they obey he gives them plenty of nuts and apples. The Italian children also believed In their patron saint, but they worshiped his wife instead. Her name is La Befana and they pay as much homage to her as the other children do to the saint She,As not good looking, for she is supnosed to be more than 2,000 years old. The legend says that when the three wise men were about to pass her window she refused to go to the window' and salute them. She saw’ her mistake when it was too late, and has tried to repent by making the children of Italy happy

ORIGIN IN PAGAN RITES Many Old Christmas Customs Have Been Handed Down From Ancient Times. It is interesting to note that many of the Christmas customs which have endeared themselves to the people scattered all over the world have their origin in many cases among those ancient men and women who worshiped strange gods before they heard the message of peace brought to them by the early Christian fath-

Dark Horse In Diplomacy. Old Uncle Jack, who closely resembles Old Black Joe in that he ain’t got no hair where the hair used to grow, has lived for several generations- -he does not know exactly how many—in the service of a Virginia family. Last summer there were two babies iu the and Uncle Jack, deserting for the moment the diplo- ■ macy and finesse which had always j characterized him. committed the fatal ' blunder of saying that one child was • prettier than the .other. The aggnev- »

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on her birthday, which is the sixth of January. She is supposed to be Santa Claus’ wife, and when she is not busy helping him she is in Italy getting ready for her yearly celebration. which takes place on the sixth of January, when she gives the children toys, fruits, candies, etc. She is also known in Russia and a great many children believe in Mrs. instead of Mr. Santa Claus. There she is called Babouska, and the story tells that she is so kind because she is repenting of her sins. i When the Dutch came to Wrissu. they brought their stories of tron saint and theiS Christmas celebrations. And the children commenced to hang up their stockings instead of putting wooden shoes into the open fireplace. Their saint was the same kind, jovial man, excepting that he came with reindeer instead of driving horses as in Holland. The German children told their stories of the Christ child, who sent Prince Ruprecht as bis servant to inquire into their behavior and to distribute their presents. They did not see a great deal of difference in the stories and so took the twenty-fifth of December as the day for Santa Claus’ appearance. In France it was the angel child who came every year to bless the children and to remember them with some small gift. Afterward he had so much to do he sent his servant, Pere Noel, which is the Santa Claus of the French and Dutch children, to help him distribute his gifts and to tell them that he will come to bless them before the New Year. Though Santa Claus has a large sleigh and two splendid horses or reindeer, according to the countries he visits, he has such long distances to cover that he cannot appear in all countries on the same day. Santa Claus was born in Holland, or rather it took the Dutch children to find him. But he is a great traveler and goes tb all countries, w’here he has many shops and thousands of men and women working for him. He goes to all the forests of Germany, especially to -the wonderful “Black Forest,” and gets thousands and thousands of trees. But even the great forests of Germany cannot give him all the trees he needs, so he hurries to Russia and even to Sweden and Norway until he gets all he wants. He has many in London, Paris, Chicago, New York, and in many other cities. His great factories are in Nuremberg and in Switzerland, in the Bernese Oberland. Here he has many of the dolls, wooden toys and miniature watches made that go to all countries of the wrorld. By the time he reaches Germany the Christmas markets are emptied of their trees, which are always dressed awaiting his coming. Then he takes a fast steamer to America, and by the time he lands in New York he is pretty well tired out. He always brings one or more servants with him and he has so many homes to visit that only a few of the children get to see him. He hurries in and out of the chimneys just as fast as he can.

ers. The holly, the mistletoe, the wassail bowl, the Yule log, and the Christmas tree are remnants of old customs that have become amalgamated and modified into the usage of modern civilization. The Druids of Great Britain, whom the Romans discovered there when they conquered the Celts, were a priesthood ruling the people by cruel witchcraft. They worshiped the oak. the mistletoe, and the holly. Their altars on their feast days were decorated with the branches of white and red berries.

ed mother hunted up the old man and asked him what he meant by his' remark. “Lemme see your baby again,’,’ said Jack, evidently much disturbed. This privilege was given him, and he stood for a long time silent and thoughtful before the child whom he had so grossly slandered. Finally he said, in a slow, critical manner: • “Well. I tell you, de yuther one is a 1 little fatter den dis one, but dis here ! one is a leetle stouter.”—Popular Magi azine.

He catches another steamer bound for France, where the children are awaiting their Pere Noel. Sometimes he is so late that the children have to celebrate their Christinas and New Year together. But his journey is not , yet enfied, for he goes back once more to Russia, especially into the interior, where he has not yet been. But he is the friend of all children and must therefore extend his journey into farthest Norway, and even iuto Iceland. White he is busy with the children _of the north his wife is looking after the children in the south, in Italy, Spain and Greece. At dark on the ; eve of Epiphany the Befana begins. The open squares are crowded with trees of all sizes, wax figures of the Christ child, candies and toys, while the air resounds with the sounds of whistles, horns and carols. When these celebrations are finished Santa Claus and his wife go off for a short holiday, nobody knows exactly where. It is said that they have been seen in the high mountains of Switzerland enjoying the winter sports. Wherever they enjoy their holiday it is short, for as soon as they are rested they commence their work fer the coming year. This is only a part of the real Christmas legend, for Christmas would not be nearly as beautiful as it is were it not for the splendid ever green trees, shimmering with their many brilliant candles and gay trimmings. The Dutch may boast that Santa Claus was born in Holland. Who knows? Perhaps he was. But Germany is the home of the Christmas tree, for it was the first country that used the evergreen tree in Christmas celebration, and it supplies more than one-half of the trees that are used by Santa Claus. There are many beautiful stories associated with the origin of the first Christmas tree. One legend says that on the holy night all nature, even the animals and the trees, were rejoicing and that the cedars, instead of pointing their branches upward as pointed, slender trees, spread their branches wide to protect the mother and her new-born child. Though it was midwinter the thorn commenced to blossom and its white flowers made a cover for the child’s cradle. The olive poured forth oil for the newborn child. All were happy except the small pine, which had nothing to offer, and year by year it grew taller. Still it never forgot that holy night and the wind sweeping through Its branches moans because the pine is still unhappy because it had nothing to give. YE CHRISTMAS FEAST. Now all our neighbors’ chimneys smoke, And Christmas logs are burning; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits ane turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if by cold it hap to die, We’ll bury’t in a Christmas pie. And evermore be merry.

When the early Christian fathers came over to Britain they found that it was easier to amalgamate the feast days of the pagans with their own customs and teachings than it was to eradicate them from the minds of the people who, like all men and women, loved their recreation days. The Christian missionaries merely changed the name of the feast of the winter solstice to that of Christmas, and so the people paid tribute in the old way to the new God, which, to their simple minds, was quite compatible. —National Monthly.

Lisa’s Trouble. “You don’t seem in a very good temper today, Lisa.” “No, our servant is ill, and poor mother has had to do all the work herself.” —Ulk. At Both Ends. Marie —I think Chollie is a delightful dancer; he’s so light on his feet. Lillian —When you’re better acquainted you’ll discover that he i» light at both ends. —The Pathfinder.

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: WANTED TO FINISH THE JOB : Pride in His Work, Not Tender Heart, Was What Induced the Chauffeur to Return. | ■ . They were going along the public highway at a leisurely rate of forty miles per hour, when a decrepit hen and rooster started to do the chicken special—ctoss the road. The front and hind wheels on the right side struck the poor, old. stiffjointed rooster amidships, and with one squawk he succumbed. Immediately the man at the steering , wheel started to slow down and to look about for a place to turn. His solicitous wife turned to her seatmate and said: “Isn’t that just like his tender heart? He won’t be satisfied unless he goes back and settles for that rooster. He just can’t bear to feel he has injured anyone or anything.” Then louder, to her husband, she said: “George, remember that appointment. We haven’t any time to | go back for anything.” Glancing at the clock near his feet and at the speedometer near by, he sighed and said: “You’re right, Jennie; but I just know if I had turned back I could have killed that old hen just as easy as I did the rooster.”—Judge. RASH ON FACE FOR 2 YEARS Sioux Falls, S. D.—“My trouble of skin disease started merely as a rash on my face and neck, but It grew and kept getting worse until large scabs would form, fester and break. This i was just on the one side of my face, i but it soon scattered to the other ' side. I suffered a great deal, especlal- ; ly at night, on account of its Itching and burning. I would scratch It and of course that Irritated it very much. This rash was on my face for about two years, sometimes breaking out lote worse and forming larger sores. It kept me from sleeping day or night for a couple of months. My face looked disgraceful and I was almost ashamed to be seen by my friends. “A friend asked me to try Cutlcura Soap and Cutlcura Ointment. I would bathe my face with hot watet and a lot of Cutlcura Soap, then I would put on the Cutlcura Ointment In less than two days’ time, the soreness and inflammation had almost entirely disappeared, and in four weeks’ time you could not see any of the rash. Now my face is without a spot of any kind. I also use them for my scalp and hair. They cured me completely.” (Signed) Miss Pansy Hutchins, Feb. 6, 1912. Cutlcura Soap and OiAtment sold throughout the world. Saifiple of each free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post-card “Cutlcura, Dept I* Boston.” Adv. Just Shopping. Tired Clerk (over piled up counter) —Can I show you anything else, madam? Customer—Yes; the nearest way out—Boston Evening Transcript Perspicuous. Percy (just introduced) —Ah! So ' you’re the chap who makes mud i heads? Sculptor—Not all of them. i The man who takes no interest in , public schools, good roads, religion or politics isn't even a satisfactory has-

Push Sale of Red Cross Seals. The American Red Cross has already printed over 85,000,000 Red Cross Christmas seals and probably the edition will number 100,000,000 before the end of the campaign. It the anticipations of the anti-tubercu-losis workers are realized, no less than $400,000 will be obtained from the sale of Red Cross seals. Practically all of the money remains in th* state or city where the seals are sold, only ai very small percentage of it la going to pay for the cost of the printing and distributing the seals and for •the expenses of running the campaign. In case any persons cannot obtain seals in the community where they live, they can secure them by writing; to Red Cross Seal Headquarters, 71& Union Trust building, Washington, D-. C. Red Cross seals cost one cent each, and every seal sold Is a bullet in the fight against tuberculosis. There Were pthers. “You,”, sighed" the rejected lover, “would find your name written in im> perishable characters on my heart could you but look.” “So,” murmured the fair young thing who was aware of the fact that the swain had been playing Romeo at the seaside for something like 20 years. “So? Then you must have a heart like a local directory by thia time.”—Tit-Bits. Protecting Valuable Interests. “Why do you charge so much extra : for putting in a load of coal?" “Well,” replied the dealer, “you i know coal is coal, and while it costa . a little more, it is better to have any- | body that handles tt bonded.” Many Children Are Sickly. Mother Gray’s Sweet Powders for Childres Break up Colds in 24 hours, relieve Feverishness Headache, Stomach Troubles. Teething Disorders. move and regulate the bowels, and Destroy Worms- They are so pleasant to take childres like them. Used by mothers for 22 years. At ag druggists, 25c. Sample mailed FREE. Adduce* AS. Olmsted. Leßoy. N. Y. Adv. > Its Cause. “Why do they want corporal punishment restored in the schools?” “To whip the young idea into shape.” Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets regulate and lnvf» orate stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated, tiny granules, easy to take as candy. Adv. The honeymoon is on the wan* when hubby quits taking wifie everywhere he goes. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflammation, allays pain,cures wind colic. 25c a hot* l " HA The chap who poses as a “good fellow” is apt to get the short end of tt eventually. Liquid blue is a weak solution. Avoid tt. Buy Red Cross Ball Blue, the blue that’s all blue. Ask your grocer. Adv. Most of the so-called theatrical star* are rockets. It’s a genuine surprise party if any one has a good time at it

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