Walkerton Independent, Volume 62, Number 49, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 29 April 1937 — Page 2

♦j— — — — II Beauty’s Daughter | I By KATHLEEN NORRIS • • • |

\ CHAPTER I —l—- — Herrendeen came up from the beach with her sandy fingers tight in her father’s hand. Those girls down there had been mean to her because she didn’t understand the French they were jabbering with Mademoiselle, and they had laughed at her. When Dad had appeared, with his usual smile, wearing his old blue coat and the loose old white trousers Mother sometimes let him wear on a summer morning, he had looked to his daughter like an angel of light. Here was her unfailing friend and champion. He came down from the San Francisco office when he could; not every week-end, but at least every other week-end, and when he was there Victoria had the companion she loved best in the world, and the best time any little girl ever had on a beach. Dad was a chemist—whatever that was—and worked in a laboratory with a man named Butler, who was mean to him, and a lot of other men who were nice. Victoria knew about Butler because she had often heard her mother say, “Butler wouldn’t put it over on me that way, Keith. I’d not stand it! I wonder what you do.” They loved each other dearly, she and her father. They were exquis’tely happy together. While she waded, and he made a beach fire and scrambled eggs and boiled cocoa, they liked to plan dim future days in which they two would live alone on a desert island and signal to the people on the shore for what they wanted. She was an odd-looking child, not pretty yet, but too small to worry about looks herself. Her mother, however, was extremely concerned about them. She had just begun to realize that Victoria might be quite lovely some day—or striking, anyway, distinguished-looking—and was watching her keenly for signs of it; but Victoria did not know that. Mrs. Herrendeen said to herself that if the child ever grew up to that big red mouth, and if the deep-set slategray eyes opened a little more, and if the thick straight tawny hair were cut and curled into a becoming shape, and the dark, freckled skin cleared, she would be all right. But the big teeth had to be straightened and the hair brushed . . . Magda Herrendeen might indulge in a little sigh about it, deep in her own soul. She was far too fond of Victoria, far too loyal to everyone she loved, her own small daughter included, to give the child any hint of it. Vicky’s life must be happy, confident, free; she must never feel any inferiority or shyness. Magda had had no trouble with her own beauty. It had been given her at about fifteen as a complete gift from the gods. It was flawless; it was only comparable to other perfect beauty. But it was not anything tangible or even describable about her that made her lovely, nor the firm straight body with its wide shoulders and thin hips, nor the fine nervous hand and modeled arm. It was a glow, a fragrance, a light that seemed to emanate from her, and that was somehow in her voice too. and in the clothes she wore. Victoria could not appreciate her beauty, even when new men were introduced to her and held her small sandy hand while they asked her the question all the other men had: “Do you know you have a very beautiful mother?” She would look at her mother on these occasions and smile shyly, pleased, but a little puzzled, too. Was it so important? Evidently it was very important. Anyway, for that reason or some other everyone did really make a great fuss about Mother. She laughed about it, but of course she liked it, too. Victoria’s mother always had flowers; men brought them when they came to tea, even in winter. The Herr end eens did not have dinner parties themselves, because the apartment was so small, but even if Mother did not have a maid at any other time she always was in touch with a nice colored girl or a clever Japanese woman or a young Chinese in purple and gold and blue, who came in to serve tea. And men—or more often a man—came then, and whoever he was, he brought flowers. Orchids and gardenias, and great soft melting begonias in tones of

/ggk —— KATHLEEN NC EKlS’ new serial... \ Tempestuous ... poignant . . . deep with significance • • . the foremost story by America’s foremost writer is now ready for you in serial form. Read each installment of this modern serial as it unfolds from issue to issue in these columns! ...^7 ^"BEAUTY’S DAUGHTER” ~ 1

peach and warm cream, and longstemmed roses and sweet dark vioi lets —these were always in Mother’s rooms. She said that she would feel really poor without them, and Victoria suspected that Dad would do anything to keep Mother from feeling really poor. He had confided to Victoria that they were poor, quite poor. He had been very rich once, and could give Mother those pearls, and furs, and everything she liked, and then she had had flowers—many more than these even, every day. And then she had had a great big house to put them in, and servants to find vases for them. Mother had had a maid, and Dad a valet . . . “And did joo like that. Dad?” Victoria might ask. But this had been in the old days when they had the big house with Ferdinand in the downstairs hall and the dumbwaiter and the chauffeur. These had faded away, somewhere around the time of her seventh birthday, and the big motorcars with them, and the Herrendeens no longer went to great big hotels and lived in great big rooms with letters embroidered on the towels, and telegrams and flowers in yellow envelopes and big green boxes. They moved to a small apartment, and Victoria discovered to her ecstasy that her own bedroom was right next to a similarly simple room where her mother and her fan Ri* I i W® 4 I w if\ FInJ & Mt 1 Pa® V / Wil 1 1 I a They Went Up the Path. ther slept. Now she could go in her pajamas in the early morning and sit on their knees w’hile they were in bed and talk to them. And now she was never lonely any more, for there was school and there was Dad every night. He taught her how to cook; chocolate cornstarch custard and baked potatoes and apple sauce; it was all fun. On this hot August Saturday, coming back from the beach with her sandy hand tight in his. she said: “Did Mother meet you?” “I don’t think Mother knew I was coming.” “00, Dad,” said Victoria, fearfully, “she likes you to let her know!” “I know she does, darling, and 1 did. But when I left the station just now the telegraph man came out and said: ‘Are you going over to Cutters’?’ and I said, ‘Yes.’ And he said, ‘Here’s a telegram then for some Mrs. Herrendeen—the tel- ' rphone wires are down.’ And it looks like my telegram.” “Oh. yes. they are down,” Victoria agreed eagerly, giving a skip of sheer delight because it was summer, and Saturday morning, and almost time for lunch, and Dad was here. “I know because she tried to telephone Johnny last night.” “Johnny?” “The polo Johnny.” “Oh, yes — Mr. Kendrick. It sounded like one of your friends.” “You’re my friend, Dad,” Victoria said, kissing his hand. They went up the path where the daisies and marigolds were stirring uneasily in the soft sea wind, and past the white gate that always looked as if it were washed and blown clean by the winds, and into the big wide-open porch door of the boarding house.

Her hand was still in his as they crossed the hall and entered her mother’s room—an airy room, with flowers in it, and the good scent of the sea. ‘‘Not here,” said Keith Herrendeen. “She’s playing golf, maybe.” “Well, what shall we do?” , Victoria, feeling a little uneasily apologetic for her mother’s absence, regarded him hopefully. “What would you like to do?” “Let’s have lunch first—then we can decide.” So they went out to the Salisbury steaks and the corn muffins and the baked potatoes, and ' Victoria had two pieces of peach pie. “You’ll get fat, Vic,” her father said. “Salt air,” said Vic. ' They went to a little tent circus ' that afternoon; all the children were going, and Victoria was enchanted. The circus was wonderful, too. and Victoria was tired and blissful and quiet on the way home; but she did rouse up when she and her father went into their big room to find Mother there stretched out flat on the bed with the powder-blue taffeta cover over her, sleepy, delicious, affectionate. “Oh, hello, you darlings,” she said. She stretched a hand toward her husband, and he stooped over her for one of their quick kisses “I knew you’d carried her off somewhere because the Kinsolvings’ nurse came up here half an hour ago, ’ she added, jerking hei long lovely body over so that he could find a narrow ledge on which to sit. “Sit there. Keith. Did you have a nice time, Vicky?” Victoria burst into a very delirium of reminiscence, but as she presently discovered, neither parent w’as listening to her. Her father took off his coat and vest and collar and began to walk back and forth betw’een the bureau and the washstand; there was an old-fash-ioned washstand in an alcove, and he washed his face and hands there, , combed his wet hair, found himself a fresh collar. Meanwhile there was a little idle talk between him and his wife, and Victoria had an uncomfortable familiar sense that something vaguely unpleasant was brewing. “Nice dowm here?” “Perfect days; that is, except Tuesday. ’Member that Tuesday was windy and foggy, Vic?” “It was cold in town,” Keith Herrendeen said, without waiting for Victoria’s answer. “So someone was saying.” Mrs. Herrendeen bunched her beautiful । shining fingernails and looked at them thoughtfully. “Great doings here for the Harwoods—the newspaper people,” she said. “Tonight?” the man asked evenly, after a pause. “Small party,” his wife said lightly and briefly. "Bridge for Lady Cuthbertson. She’s here on the Harwood yacht. They’ve all gone mad over her.” “You’ve got to go, I suppose?” A pause. “You wouldn’t, I suppose?” Another pause. “No,” Dad said briefly and quietly. “I suppose not. But—being bridge ...” Victoria’s mother began hesitantly. She looked at his face as she spoke. “You feel you have to go?” “Well, Keith,” his wife began, with an eloquent shrug, “you see, it’s only two tables,” she went on making a fresh start. “That’s all right,” Keith Herrendeen said heavily in a tone that belied his words. (TO BE CONTINUED) Weather Signs Shown in Sky Are Seldom in Error The sky is an excellent weather prophet, and seldom errs. This will be proved, says a writer in Pearson’s London Weekly, if the following signs are watched closely: —A red eastern sky in the morning means rain and high wind to follow, but a red western sky in the morning is a sign of fine weather. An evening red sky in the east invariably means fine weather, but evening red in the west is usually followed by fog and frost. A ring around the moon is almost a sure sign of a storm, and a ring round a weak sun generally precedes a downfall of snow.

IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY 1 chool Lesson By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for May 2 ABRAHAM A MAN OF FAITH LESSON TEXT—Genesis 12:1-9; 13:14-18. GOLDEN TEXT—By faith, Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed. Hebrews 11:8. PRIMARY TOPIC—A Friend of God. JUNIOR TOPIC—A Hebrew Pioneer. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Adventurous Faith. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Creative Faith. One of the greatest characters in all human history comes before us today in the person of Abraham. He is venerated by Christian, Jew, and Mohammedan alike. His personal history is replete wit' interest and instruction. But his claim to an outstanding place in history is broader than any of these things, for he was the one by whom God called out a nation for himself and began his dealings in sovereign grace which continue to our day. In choosing Abraham God began the history of the Jewish people, his chosen nation. They were called by him to be not only a national witness to the one true God, but also to be the repository for his truth (the Holy Scriptures) in the earth, and, above all, to be the channel for the coming of the Redeemer to the earth. So we are studying today one of the “beginnings” of Genesis which » of the utmost importance. Our lesson, however, centers on the faith of Abraham. As the Golden Text (Heb. 11:8) indicates, it was by faith that Abraham responded to the call of God. That call came to him in his father’s house in Mesopotamia (Acts 7:2, 3). His partial obedience brought delay at Haran (Gen. 11:31), and wasted years, but in Genesis 12 we find his complete obedience and the resultant blessing. The study of faith is always fascinating. Faith is the thing in man that pleases God. He is quick to honor our trust in Him. Unbelief shuts the door not only to blessing, but also to usefulness. I. Faith Calls for Separation, Obedience, and Worship. 1. Separation (Gen. 12:1). “Get thee out” was God’s command to Abraham. It is his command to his followers today. “Come out from among them and be ye separate, saith the Lord” (II Cor. 6:17). This is the crying need of the church in our day. Instead of the church's being in the world seeking to win it for Christ, the world has come into the church and destroyed much of its vital testimony. 2. Obedience (Gen. 12:4,5). “So Abram departed, as the Lord had spoken.” Faith obeys God. without question, without hesitation, and without reservation. We need a revival of obedience in the home, in society, and in our relation to God. 3. Worship (Gen. 12:7, 13-18). “There builded he an altar unto the Lord.” Faith in God is far more than the psychologist's preachment of self-confidence. It results in fellowship with God, reliance upon him, not on one's own strength of personality. Faith worships God. 11. Faith Results in Blessing, Protection, and Liberty. 1. Blessing (12:2,3). “I will bless,” said God. “The Lord’s commands are rarely accompanied with reasons, but they are always accompanied with promises, either expressed or understood.” God is always on the giving hand. In the case of Abraham the promise was not only to him, and to the nation of which he was the father, but to “all families of the earth.” That promise was fulfilled in the coming of Christ to earth to be our Redeemer (Matt. 1:1). 2. Protection (12:3). “I will . . . curse him that curseth thee.” That promise to the seed of Abraham is still true. The nations have forgotten it in their hatred of the Jew, but God has not forgotten. The promise is equally true in the case of those who follow Christ, “the son of Abraham.” His protecting hand is over us even in the dark hour when it looks as though the hosts of Satan had conquered. We are still “safe in Jeohovah’s keeping.” 3. Liberty (13:14-17). “All the land. . . will I give.” After many and varied experiences in which Abraham proves God’s grace and power, he comes out into a place of unlimited liberty. The man who boasts of his “personal liberty,” who feels th it he is free from the “bondage of religion,” is in fact a slave to the enemy of his soul. And the man who becomes “the bondslave of Jesus Christ,” he alone is free. None is more fettered than he who shouts “I am the captain of my fate. I am the master of my soul.” And none is so free as he who can say, “Christ is the Captain of my fate, the Master of my soul.” Example I know no better mission for mankind than to strive to make all men equal to the finest examples. The effort would transfer us from hell to haaven; we should feel, like Enoch, that we were walking with God.—James Platt. (Life.) Deciding What Not to Do Men must decide on what they will not do, and then they are able to act with vigor in what they ought to do.—Mencius. God’s Way God can act where we cannot even think, out of resources that we know nothing about. Strength of Character He who is firm and resolute in will moulds the world to himself. —Goethe.

s

1 1 ' w . ** »>xX Ik F । «' - -y^ || । : C^IF I 1 < fWSF*’ S .1'

© New York Post.—WNU Service. Bowling Official as Guest Columnist Praises 1937 Event ■■ ii—H—(Elmer H. Baumgarten occupies this space this week as guest columnist for Hugh Bradley. He is secretary of the । American Bowling Congress held this year in New York for the first time in history and like all howlers, thinks there’s no other sport like it.) By ELMER H. BAUMGARTEN TT SEEMS that Charlie Ebbets. * while in attendance at the 1906 A. B. C. tournament at Louisville, Ky., was so impressed with the tournament that it was his intention to have the event awarded to New York City. He said at the time that if it was ever taken east of the Allegheny mountains, it would never be returned to the Mid-Western states. i This display of enthusiasm was misinterpreted by the bowlers of the Western and Mid-Western states and, as a result, the tournament i never was permitted to go east of Buffalo until the 1935 event was held at Syracuse. The Eastern bowlers made a remarkable showing in organization work, in patronizing the Syracuse tournament, and living up to their promise to return the tournament to the West the next year many of the leaders from the Western cities supported New York City in its campaign to obtain the tournament for this year. The entry of 4,017 teams in this year’s tournament must prove conclusively to all skeptics that the Eastern seaboard is capable of enlisting such an entry as to make any future tournaments in the East attractive to the bowlers of the United States and Canada. We entered in this year’s tournament approximately 22.000 individual bowlers some coming from points as far as 3.200 miles away. The great majority of these were accompanied by their wives; many by their entire families. The average stay was four or five days, but some remained in the city for two weeks or mere and, as a result, we have been told that the American Bowling Congress tournament and convention is the most valuable of all conventions and gatherings inasmuch as there was a consistent Gow of business into the tournament city over a period of weeks. : A. B. C. Makes “Hot Shot” Just Another Bowler The A. B.'C. tournament alleys level off all participants. One who might have a very fine average on his home alleys becomes just another bowler. There are only a small number of the country’s outstanding bowlers who continue to maintain an average nearly approximating their averages at their home alleys. Quite a number of the so-called exhibition bowlers must have a particular alley finish upon which to do then stuff. When these individuals are permitted to practice a certain number of games in order to find the particular spot on which to start their ball on each alley, they can then make a creditable showing, but in an A. B. C. tournament ' they must begin to count immediately after a game starts, no practice being allowed except one ball on each alley without pins being set ■ up. Quite a number of the so-called ■ “hot-shots” are practically scared to death when they appear at the ! A. B. C. tournament each year sim- ■ ply because they realize that they have no advantage. They do not ■ know the “run” of the alleys, but must go in cold and proceed to ! knock down the brand new ten pins ! which are spotted for each team. Although alleys are resurfaced , each twelve months and all alleys ' on which sanctioned league and tournament games are bowled are ‘ certified as to being strictly regulaj tion so far as the specifications are concerned, some bowling alley proprietors, alley mechanics, resur- ’ facers and so-called sharpshooters ’ insist upon having alleys finished in , such a manner as to enable them to bowl a hook ball that has terrific ’ power, and brings about excessive J or unnatural high scores that in the end cause these particular individ- ‘ uals to look ridiculous when they ’ bowl on alleys that are strictly flat; ’ carry the proper amount of shellac and are correctly polished in accord--1 ance with the written rules and in- ; tent thereof. This practice can be compared - with a golfer who has been playing i on a so-called croquet course, and « then attempts to display his profi--1 ciency on a championship golf ; course. i.• • • Johnny Kilbane was guaranteed [ $55,000 for defending his feather- । weight championship against Danny ’ Frusch of London in a bout at Cleve- > ; land in 1921 while the European I i challenger drew only $2,500, out of which he had to pay his expenses . . . Kilbane won by a knockout in the seventh round. ... It won’t i be long until you’ll be seeing Nick > Lukats, former Notre Dame half back, in a starring role of a Hollywood film ... It is reported that he | will be featured, not as a half back ( in a college football story, tut in his own right as an actor.

| NOT IN THE BOX SCORE: I A T LEAST ten ballplayers who " * performed on Cuban teams last winter could make good in such leagues as the International or the American Association. Two or three others would have excellent chances of holding jobs in the majors. They do not get a chance because organized baseball is almost as prudish, as unenlightened and as selfish as Joe Louis in the matter of drawing color lines. . . Horsemen who wintered in California say that Santa Anita has the country’s best-con-ducted race meeting and that next winter the minimum purse will be 51.200. . . Lou Chiozza’s worst fielding trouble is that he tries to straighten up and aim before throwing. When he gets the ball away quickly from any old stance, his control is better and he looks more like a Giant third baseman. When the indoor season ends boxing will have grossed more than $1,000,000 in the New York metropolitan area. The Garden naturally heads the list in gross revenue with St. Nicks and the Hippodrome running neck and neck for second position. This is the biggest season since pre-Hoover days and promoters are so enthusiastic that they plan twelve outdoor clubs in addition to those operating in the Garden Bowl and the ball parks. . . . The Bomar Stable, a Marylandtrained outfit owned by Detroiters, is a combination of the names of Charles Bohn and Peter Markey—thus, the 80-Mar. . . “Fall Guys,” a new book of revelations due from the pen of the sports writing Marcus Griffin, already has wrestling eminentissimoes in an expectant dither. That feud between Burleigh Grimes and Charley Dressen is strictly on the level.

Players whisper that, late last summer, the Cincinnati manager, who was none too secure in his own job. was offered the Brooklyn berth but refused to carry on negotiations behind Casey Stengel's back. . . . The reason why Tony Cuccinello, whose legs were

supposed to be worn out several seasons ago, still can star for the Bees is simple. The Boston infield is the deadest in the league. That is. the ground is so surfaced that halls do not take the fast and erratic hops they take in Chicago and other spots. Dick Shikat, former world heavyweight wrestling champion, is in town trying to buck the Trust. . . . Indian Quintana is very anxious for Champion Sixto Escobar to know that he'd like to fight him for money, marbles or old moth balls. . . Bowie, the track that opens and closes the Maryland racing season, once was a rabbit hunting ground. . . . Bill Johnston will promote boxing at the Coney Island Velodrome this summer. Also, not at all awed by the task of filling the 18,000 seats in the Velodrome, he is dickering for a show or two at the local ball park. . . Johnny Neun, the former Tiger who now manages Norfolk in the Piedmont league, also is a Baltimore sports writer as well as a noted basketball and soccer official. Although he is doing well enough, it is Jack Dempsey’s ambition to promote a big heavyweight championship fight. . . An American league club could make a smart move by picking up Babe Herman. The former Dodger still has a year or two of big-time baseball left in him and a change of surroundings would give him a chance to bring it out. . . Purists can take the worg of one of the nation’s most celebrated gambling house proprietors as ti why roulette wheels—which never fail to provide the house with a better than 5 per cent profit—- : still remain in action. He says, । “We gotta keep ’em going. The men got wise long ago. But we gotta lotta lady customers and they squawk like hell whenever we try to remove the wheels. . . . Incidentally, another eminent proprietor of such devices of the devil provides the information that 45 per cent of the money gambled in Florida during the past winter was gambled by the gals. The main thing holding up the • sale of the Dodgers is Judge Steve McKeever. The Ebbets heirs, who own 50 per cent of the stock, are more than willing to peddle their end. So are the Ed McKeever heirs, who own 25 per cent. But even though his 25 per cent of the stock is in his daughter’s name and she would like to get rid of the headaches it causes her, the Judge has been holding out for the past several weeks. Keeps insisting that Cap Huston must let him have 25 per cent of Brooklyn’s new deal !or there will be no sale. Naturally Huston, who very well knows how , divided ownership already has wrecked baseball’s best town, is firmly opposed to this. Harry F. Sinclair, once a mighty turf force, has only one horse left on his expansive farm in Jobstown, N. J. That’s the old, and once truly great. Grey Lag. . . Jimmy Foxx is playing first base for the Cambridge, Mass., Latin school baseball team while Lou Gehrig is a I candidate for second base. They ■ are not related to the major I leaguers. Sam Leslie, the Giants’ first bases man, wanted to be a prize fighter. . . . Herb Stegman, who virtually junked a Harvard education and I an trchitectural profession to be- ■ come a wrestling referee in Los ’ Angeles, is writing a piece for a - magazine on the life of a referee i and is calling it: “800 for the Refr eree.” . . . Bob O’Farrell, the ; Waukegan boy who made good bet fore Jack Benny ever owned a viot lin, says Carl Hubbell is the great- : est pitcher he ever caught and f among OFarrell’s battery mates in - the National league were Dizzy Dean j and Grover Alexander. . . George : Uhle, coach of the Cleveland Indi- ; ans, says Bob Feller’s greatest asset is his wrist action.

Pleasing Types of Needlework to Do Add lacy crochet to dainty cross stitch, and what have you? A stunning decoration for your most prized scarfs, towels, pillow cases or whatever! However, either cross stitch or crochet may be used alone, if you wish, and both [ HR Pattern 5751 are easy as can be, even for “amateurs.” What could be more captivating than graceful sprays of full-blown roses, cross-stitched in color, with the border crocheted! In pattern 5751 you will find a transfer pattern of two motifs 4^ by lOVfe inches; two motifs 3^si by 7% inches; a chart and directions for a 3 by 15^4 inch crocheted edge; material requirements; illustrations of all stitches used; color suggestions. To obtain this pattern send 15 cents in stamps or coins (coins preferred) to The Sewing Circle Household Arts Dept., 259 W. Fourteenth St., New York, N. Y. Write plainly pattern number, your name and address. Foreign Words and Phrases Simplex munditiis. (L.) Plain in neatness; of simple elegance. Affair d’honneur. (F., An affair oi honor; e duel. Sine cu a. (L.) Without charge; without care. Basso rilievo. (It.) Low relief; sculpture in which the figures stand out very slightly from the giound. Jus gentium. (L.) Law of natier.s. Siste viator! (L.) Halt, traveller!—a frequent inscription on graves. Flagrante delicto. (L.) While committing the crime; caught in the act. Toties quoties. (L.) As often as. Ultra vires. (L.) In excess of one’s legal powers. Ante meridiem. (L.) Before noon. Amende honorable. (F.) A satisfactory apology; reparation. Do YouNaveThis OLDER YEARS mtxPROBLEM? ; * Advancing years bring to so ! TWi many people the constipation 1 a problem. And it is so important for older People to meet the matter correctly. Mere partial -.At L relief is not enough. For systerns clogged with accumulated wastes are bound to result in aches and pains. Thousands of elderly people have found the real answer to '^l constipation problems in Nature’sßemedyi.NßTablets). V j Nature’s Remedy is a purely vegetable laxative. It not only thoroughly cleanses the bowels, but its action is gentle and refreshing — just the way nature intended. By all means, try any drugstore. Different Viewpoints Looking from a mountain of vision or from a valley of self-seek-ing makes a difference in the outlook. I KILIS INSECTS I ON FLOWERS • FRUITS I VEGETABLES & SHRUBS I Demand original sealed I bottles, from your dealer VVNU—A 17—37 Wanting the Moon He who is too powerful, is still aiming at that degree of power which is unattainable.—Seneca. you Miserable?

■< i i Burleigh Grimes

Prescription as a tonic and it increased my appetite and I soon felt stronger and finally all the misery was relieved. My advice to both young girls and women is to try this tonic.” Buy of your druggist. Tablets 50c. T.iquid SI.OO & $1.35. "Quotations' The universities have a greater responsibility now than they have ever had lo bear. A large portion of the world is moving w ithout a compass.— Nicholas Murray Butler. We have only to trust and do our best, and wear as smiling a face as may be for ourselves ami others.— R. L. Stevenson. Manv vears ago I learned that the periods in one s life when one i- simply a listener and observer may seem useless, but are in the end verv valuable.—Wrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt. I think a young fellow can get as much out of baseball—maybe more —than any other business.— IF alter Johnson.

MRS. C. R. Irelan of 405 Detroit St.. Jacksom Mich., said: “I suffered । from pains in my back and I sides, also had headaches ' and would become very nervous associated with functional disturbances. I took Dr. Pierce's Favorite