SIX EASY
LESSONS
You, too, can learn to eat
ice cream cones like a vet
eran, executing any or all
of the intricate strokes illus
trated at the right by Eddie
Collins, appearing in Irving
Berlin's “Alexander's Rag
time Band." Simply follow
the instructions and you'll
emerge from the lesson
quite experienced, and quite
messed up.
Listen, You Bridesl
Here's the Secret
Of Staging Parties
By BETTY WELLS
' I 'HERE'S a line art to this busi
ness of being a hostess. And for
the sake of brides just starting out
on their careers, here are some of
the rules:
Yourself, first of all. No use to
try to put a party over unless you
are looking like a million. So have
a festive dress all ready to slip into
at the witching hour, and a sched
ule that permits a last minute
primping after you've got everything
finished in the kitchen.
The Menu—Whether it’s to be a
company dinner, coffee and cake on
the porch, or iced punch in state,
have one interesting touch. Some
thing unexpected in homemade
cake; sandwich filling that will en
chant the men; a salad that is as
beautiful to see as it is good to eat.
If you have one high point, you can
get by with staples for the rest. That
makes even a big occasion easy to
put over.
The Appointments—Have all the
dishes and all the glassware you’re
going to need sparkling on trays
ready to bring forth to set the ta
ble whether it’s for buffet supper,
formal dinner or tea on the porch.
It will save no end of flutter or dish
washing during your party. The
ideal way is to settle on the kind of
entertaining you can do best, then
buy enough china or glass to
serve as many people as you’re like
ly to have at once.
The Decorations — Flowers ar
ranged where they do most good
and in colors that do things for the
house. From the garden if possible,
but when there isn’t just the right
thing available for the picking, don’t
hesitate to balance the budget to in
clude some “boughten” blooms.
The House Itself—Don’t try to re
fix the whole place the day before
company comes. If you start too
many ambitious plans for changes
just before the party, you’ll get all
involved and probably not finish
anyway—only make a wreck of
yourself. Just clean up enough to
be presentable. Be sure there’s a
place for coats and hats and a good
mirror for the ladies.
The Guests—Invite as few as pos
sible just because you think you
should.
© Bv Betty Wells.—WNU Service.
I The favorite, and easiest ice
cream stroke is pulling the
tongue in an upstroke movement
over the cone, lapping it up much
like a dog laps milk. But don’t pull
up too fast or you'll slap ice cream
all over your face!
•» The downward pull method illus
“ trated above is quite similar to
the upstroke movement, the only
difference being that the cone is
pulled down, whereas in the first
movement the cone was held sta
tionary and the tongue pulled up.
O The first two movements are
'•* nice, but they get tiresome. For
full enjoyment and variety, the
cone should be shoved against the
tongue (and face) occasionally. This
aids in pushing the ice cream to the
bottom of the cone for a later trick.
4 Another cute trick is biting the
ice cream. This is fun but it’s
hard on the teeth as our instructor
indicates with his expression. This
is all part of the game, however,
and the successful ice cream cone
eater must grin and bear it.
C For the lazy man, veteran ice
cream eaters recommend the
circular stroke, attained by twirling
the cone in the hand. Meanwhile the
tongue is pushed forward gingerly.
This is a cleanup stroke, removing
the drippings from your cone.
/Z Here’s what we’ve been waiting
^ for . . . the climax of all this
business. As a final gesture the ex
perienced ice cream cone eater can
bite ofT the bottom and suck his re
freshment downward. But you must
be good to do this!
BEDTIME STORY FOR THE YOUNGSTERS
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By THORNTON W. BURGESS
’Twas just a sudden odd surprise
Made Farmer Brown's boy's hair
to rise.
’ | 'HAT’S a funny thing for hair
-*• to do—rise up all of a sudden—
isn’t it? But that is just what the
hair on Farmer Brown's Boy’s head
did the day he went fishing in the
Laughing Brook and had no luck at
all. There are just two things that
make hair rise—anger and fear.
Anger sometimes makes the hair
on the back and neck of Bowser
the Hound and of some other little
people bristle and stand up, and you
know the hair on the tail of Black
Pussy stands on end until her
tail looks twice as big as it really
is. Both anger and fear make it do
that. But there is only one thing
that can make the hair on the head
of Farmer Brown’s Boy rise, and
as it isn’t anger, of course it must
be the other thing, fear.
It never happened before. You
see, there isn’t much of anything
that Farmer Brown’s Boy is really
afraid of. Perhaps it wouldn’t have
happened this time if it hadn't
been for the surprise of what he
found. You see, he had patiently
fished down the Laughing Brook
through the Green Forest without
getting so much as a nibble, and
this seemed very, very queer to him,
for it had never happened before.
Then he had found the heads of
some trout on the bank, and this
had seemed very queer, too. be
cause they had been bitten off and
not cut off with a knife. He knew
right away that some one else had
been fishing and that was why he
couldn’t catch any, but the only fish
erman he could think of who might
bite off the heads of the trout was
Billy Mink, and he had never known
Billy to do it before and leave
them lying around that way. Be
sides, it didn’t seem possible that
little Billy Mink could have eaten
all those trout. He didn’t once think
of Little Joe Otter, and so he was
very, very much puzzled.
He was turning it all over in his
mind and studying what it could
mean, when he came to a little
muddy place on the bank of the
Laughing Brook, and there he saw
something that made his eyes look
as if they’d pop right out of his head.
It was right then that he felt his
hair rise. Anyway, that is what
he said when he told about it after
ward. What was it he saw? What
do you think? Why, it was a foot
print in the soft mud. Yes, sir,
that’s what it was and all it was.
But it was the biggest footprint
Farmer Brown’s Boy ever had seen,
and it looked as if it had been made
only a few minutes before. It
was the footprint of Buster Bear.
Now, Farmer Brown’s Boy didn’t
know that Buster Bear had come
down to the Green Forest to live.
He never had heard of a bear be
ing in the Green Forest. And he
was so surprised that he had hard
work to believe his own eyes, and
he had a queer feeling all over, a
little chilly feeling, although it was
a warm day.
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Somehow he didn’t feel like meet
ing Buster Bear. The very thought
made his hair rise. If he had had
his terrible gun with him it might
have been different. But he didn’t,
and so he suddenly made up his
mind that he didn’t want to fish any
more that day. He had a funny
feeling that he was being watched,
although he couldn’t see any one.
He was being watched. Little Joe
Otter and Buster Bear were watch
v * W
It was right then that he felt his
hair rise.
ing him and taking the greatest
care to keep out of his sight.
All the way home through the
Green Forest Farmer Brown's Boy
kept looking behind him, and he
didn’t draw a long breath until he
reached the edge of the Green For
est. He hadn’t run, but he had
wanted to.
“Huh!” said Buster Bear to Little
Joe Otter, “I believe he was
afraid!”
And Buster Bear was just exactly
right.
© T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
6Living’ Ancestors
Studied by Science
CHICAGO.—Our n-th degree an
cestors, or something very near
them, still live on this earth, and
two specimens of them have been
brought to the Field Museum of Nat
ural History, here, for study. One is
a skeleton, the other is preserved
in a bottle. They are pigmy tree
shrews of the East Indies, known to
scientists as Dendrogale. They very
closely resemble the earliest mam
mals whose fossil remains have
been found in ancient rocks.
For Lustrous Eyelashes
Jean Chatburn of the movies believes every girl should take precau
tions early rather than wait until age creeps up to destroy her beauty.
She is seen here applying tasteless and odorless castor oil to her eye
lashes, which keeps them soft and lustrous and promotes their growth.
Old Covered Bridge
At Historic Village
DETROIT —Here is the Ackley
covered bridge, brought to Henry
Ford’s Greenfield village from West
Alexander, Pa., near the home of
Dr. William Holmes McGuffey. The
bridge was dedicated recently in
connection with the third annual
convention of the Federation of
McGuffey Societies. More than 600
men and women attended.
ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
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HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!
“Death in the Grandstand”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
Here’s Harold T. Leach of Newark, N. J., with a
story for us—the story of how he went out looking for thrills,
and got one he never expected. The sort of thrill Hal was
looking for was the kind you watch from the grandstand.
He didn’t expect to participate in any of the doggone things
himself. But—well—before he knew it, Old Lady Adven
ture was climbing right up into that grandstand after him.
A dirty trick on the part of Old Lady Adventure, sez you? Well, let’s
not be too hasty in judging the old dame that packs the thrill bag.
As a matter of fact, she played not one trick, but two, on Hal
Leach on that bright Sunday morning in 1912 and Hal swears that
one of those tricks saved his life.
Now let’s look over the first trick the old girl played on Hal. Hal set
out that Sunday morning to go to the motorcycle races which were being
run on a wooden track on South Orange avenue. And right from the
beginning it looked to Hal as if the whole trip were hoodooed. He wanted
to get to the track early and .get a certain seat that was a favorite of
his, right down in the front row and just above the tent where the riders
rested, but one thing and another turned up to delay him.
Couldn’t Get His Favorite Seat.
He started from home late, and just missed a trolley. He had to
wait ten minutes for another one, and then, at the point where he had
to transfer to the old South Orange avenue line, doggoned if he didn’t
just miss another car. He got to the track before the races started, but
too late to get his favorite seat in the front row. He had to be content
with one right back of it in the second row.
And maybe he didn’t cuss his luck over that. He didn’t know then
that it was Old Gal Adventure that was putting the jinx on him.
There was a great crowd at the track that day. Every seat in the
stands was filled before the races started, and the overflow of the
Hasha's Motorcycle Plunged Into the Grandstand.
mob was jamming the bull pen. Excitement was running high, for there
were some doggone good races being run, and there was one particular
event that everybody was interested in.
That was a race between Eddie Hasha and Johnnie Albright. A
great rivalry had sprung up between these two. They were the fastest
riders on the track, and this race was to decide which of them was the
Champ. There were three other riders in the race—just to make it more
spectacular. But nobody was paying much attention to those other three
guys. Every pair of eyes in the place were focused on Hasha and
Albright.
Last Ride for These Racers.
It was a big day for Eddie Hasha and Johnnie Albright—and
well it might be. For those two fellows were setting out on their
last ride.
The race was a corker, right from the start. Hasha took the lead and
held it. Johnnie Albright was right behind him. The other three riders
trailed along in the rear. Eddie had run up a lead of a hundred yards or
so on Albright, when suddenly things began to happen.
There was a four-inch black line circling the track, above which the
racers were not allowed to go. Beyond that line the track banked up to
a perpendicular wall four feet high. Above that was a fence of heavy
wire behind which the spectators sat. That was for their protection in
case of accident. But there are times when even the best of protections
fail to protect.
Hasha, still in the lead, was clipping it off at eight-five miles an
hour, when suddenly he hit the deadline—that four-inch black line
that went around the entire track. Immediately, the referee fired a gun,
signalling a foul and ordering Eddie Hasha out of the race.
Hal Was in the Midst of Death.
But Eddie didn’t stop. To the consternation of the crowd he kept
right on going. His motorcycle whizzed right up that four feet of
straight wall—right up the heavy mesh wire in front of the specta
tors—shot over the top of the fence and toppled into the grandstand,
RIGHT WHERE HAL LEACH HAD WANTED TO SIT.
There followed the wildest ten seconds that Hal ever saw in
his life. Hasha dived headlong into a timber upright that sup
ported the grandstand roof, and was killed. His machine landed
in the midst of a shrieking mob of race fans in the front row,
and right in front of Hal. Its motor still going at top speed,
it hopped crazily along that front row, killing and maiming
as it went. Then it leaped high in the air, hurdled the wire fence
again, and fell on top of Johnnie Albright as he sped on down the
track in the lead of the other three riders.
Johnnie Albright was thrown from his motorcycle, and he was dead
when they picked him up. Seven other men died in the grandstand
from injuries they sustained when the motorcycle landed among them.
Says Hal Leach: “I helped lower the bodies down to the track, and
then passed out of the picture—just from the shock—and was lowered
down in my turn. Do you wonder why I get the shivers, even now,
whenever a motorcycle dashes past me?”
Copyright.—WNU Service.
American Seamen’s Friend Society
The American Seamen’s Friend
society was organized in 1828 and
incorporated in 1833. It has been a
pioneer in seamen’s work, establish
ing the Sailor’s Magazine, erecting
the first sailors’ home in New York
city, and maintaining a loan library
service for use of seamen on Amer
ican ships sailing from New York
since 1859. In 1908 it built the
Sailors’ Home and Institute and it
co-operated with two other organ
izations in the erection of the Sea
men’s house at Eleventh avenue and
Twentieth street, New York city.
The Sunspot Cycle
The sunspot cycle of 11% years,
approximately, has been identified
among the weather records left in
trees and ancient rocks. This seems
to prove that whatever causes the
variability of the sun, it has been
varying for perhaps a billion years.
Fish Has Elastic Stomach
The black swallower, a fish of the
Atlantic depths, has an elastic stom
ach and often swallows fish thrice
its size, stretching its stomach to
transparency.
Distributed “Mourning Rings”
In George Washington’s day the
curious custom of distributing
“mourning rings” among relatives
and close friends was common.
When a person felt that he had only
a short while to live he would order
a supply of rings made up, into
which could be inserted strands nfhis
hair. A Smithsonin institution col
lection contains several “mourn
ing rings” of less notable individu
als of Revolutionary days. The
strands of hair in the Washington
ring are gray. Washington in his
younger days had sandy hair.
Qualifications for Ohio Governor
In Ohio a candidate for governor
need possess only the qualifica
tions of an elector. Article XV,
Paragraph 4 of the constitution,
states: “No person shall be elected
to any office In this state unless he
is an elector.”
Bald Eagle Easily Indentified
The bald eagle is the emblem of
our country. It is better known
than the American eagle and is eas
ily identified by the white feathered
head.