Why Do the Girla Do It?
“Why do only very pretty girls wear
their hair in knots over their ears?"
asked Jenkins.
"Because fur earmuffs cost money
in these war days,” ventured Judkins.
' They wouldn't probably, if they
knew constant covering up the ears
tends to deafness, besides being un
sapttary," said the doctor. “The ears
require air as well as the face.”
“Pshaw!” returned Jenkins, "they
cover their ears because they don't
wish to hear all the pretty things said
about them.”
"Jenkins, you don't know a thing
about human nature, as exemplified in
the pretty girl," retorted the doctor.
And they all laughed.
Value of Hardship.
"So you've been camping?”
"Yes," replied the sunburned man.
"Of course you had a good time.”
"No. It rained almost incessantly,
the insects nearly ate me alive, and I
didn't catch any fish. Still, I derived
a great deal of benefit from the expe
rience."
"I must say you are optimisitic."
"Yes. Before I went away 1 didn't
know how to appreciate a hall bed
room."
Choice of Hostelries.
"Wliat is the best hotel?" the new
comer inquired.
"The one down the street,” replied
the native, reflectively, "has the best
dining room for dancing. But the one
around the corner has the best roof
garden and skating rink. And—oh,
yes, J nearly forgot—there's an old
fashioned tavern up three or four
blocks, where you might get some
thing to eat.”—Judge.
Painful Contrast.
"Who is that fellow fulminating
against American bankers for being
willing to lend Great Britain and
France approximately $1,000,000,000?”
"That's Jibway. No wonder he's
bitter.”
"Why so?”
"He’s been going around town for
two weeks trying to borrow $50."—;
Exchange.
Gentleness.
"So you think the world is growing
better?”
"I do,” replied the cheery citizen,
"In spite of all these wars?”
"Yes. If human nature were not,
very gentle and obedient it would bo
impossible to send so many men to
war without letting thorn know pre
cisely what they were fighting about.”
Of Course.
"I want to git a bed an' a mattress,”
said Farmer Wayback, entering a
Newark furniture store.
“Yes, sir,” replied the furniture
dealer; "a spring bed and spring mat
tress, I suppose."
“No; I want that, kind that kin bn
used all the year round.”—Mrs. Emma
E. P. Wilcox, California.
Adaptable Art.
“Let us tarry a moment before tills
cubistic picture.”
"What does it represent?”
“War.” I
”1 wonder what it would represent
if turned upside down.”
"You never can tell about these
Athletic pictures. It might represent
peace."
Living Up to It.
“You have an excellent motto for
this railroad, sir. ‘Safety First’ in
spires confidence in the public.”
"Yes. sir. And we live up to it.
No passenger travels a tulle without
paying first."
We often feel sorry for the rich.
There is Rockefeller, for instance; he
once had as much hair as anybody.
A babbling brook is probably so
called because It can't keep its mouth
shut.
Uncle Sam Opens
Fort Berthold (North Dakota)
Reservation Lands!
Refisitr at Minot, October 11th to 30th
Send now for Fort BerthoM Circular
110,000 acres of desirable
homestead land situated in
a well-settled and prosper
ous agricultural section of
North Dakota, are to be dis
posed of to settlers. Plan to
register at Minot, gateway
to the Fort Berthold coun
try; go there via the Great
Northern; choice of three
fast trains.
Mail the coupon below and
tec are free circular containing
tompletc information about the
Fort Berthold Reservation Open•
ins.
L. C. LEE»Y
Gen. Immigration Agent
Great Northern
Railway
St. Paul, Minn.
E. C. Lkedy, General Immigration Agent,
| Great Northern Railway, St. Paul, Minn.
Send Fort Berthold circular.
......
Address______
V
COON TALKS.
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♦
Da Sun Move* Right Along.
((Copyright, 1315, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
It was announced that Prof. Spring
tree Hurdup had halted here for a daj
or two on his way to Iloston and was
! willing to address the club, and on be
: lng escorted to the platform he said:
I “My friends, it pleases me exceed
ingly to behold slch a vast sea of in
tellectual faces befo' me. (Sensation.)
I Kin almost eniagine myselef looking
down de aisle of de Senate chamber ol
de United State. (More sensation.) De
question: ‘Am Rife Wuth Llbln' Pur?'
has often been axed, an’ 1 believe dat
several parties besides me have put
de same query from de rostrum.
(Cheers by Samuel Shin, who had no
Idea what the word rostrum meant.)
Hut I claim to be do only pusson in
dis kentry who takes de negative side
of dis momenchus inquiry. In de fust
place, we am’ bo’n. De fust, year of
our life am spent In cryin’ wid pain an'
Borrow. We see ghosts. We have bad
dreams. We am seized by de colic.
Our fronts am tunnels down which
dey por soothin’ syrup, paregoric,
iweet milk an' what not, an' we wish
tve was dead (Sobs by Pickles Smith,
who lately lost his granfather.) What
tomfort doec any boy or gal take up
lo de alge of 15 y’rs? Not a bit. De
ooys gits licked an' de gals git
ipanked, an' dey fall down stairs, have
3e chlekenpox. git boxed up wid de
mumps an' have to w'ar clothes which
nave been cut over nn' dyed. (Sensa
’.lon by Giveadam Jones, as he recalled
old recollections.)
"From the alge of 15 to 20, continued
the orator, after pulling down his vest,
“life am full of love an' Jealousy an’
bad titlin' coats, an’ gwlne to funerals,
an' stayin’ home from circuses. Just
as a young man git to thlnkln' dat he
am happy he dlsklvers dat his sleeve
buttons am 15 seconds behind de style,
or dat his butes am de 100th part
of an Inch too long or dat his coat
wrinkles In de back. (Groans from
Trustee Fullback, who remembered
when he was learning the barber’s
trade In Richmond.)
"From 20 to 30 we git married,” con
tinued the professor, au a sad smile
crossed his face.
"We love und court an' hire llbery
rigs an’ buy candy an' marry. What
r
t
i
•AH LIFR WuTH UIQIM FOR ?'
am de result? (Groans from all over
the hall.) Wo have to pay house rent
an’ buy wood an’ go to meetin’ an’ git
trusted fur groceries, an’ put up wld
kicks an’ cuffs an’ howlin’ babies an’ a
hull doahyard full of miseries. (Long
drawn sighs from 84 members.)
"Den we grow old, an’ we take snuff
an’ smoke clay pipes an’ spit on de
ca’pet an,’ Juw de chil’en, and finally
die. (Tears from Waydown Bebee.)
Dat’s life an’ its end. Whar’s de com
fort? What have we foun’ wuth livin’
fur? How much better if we had bln
trees or fence posts, or picket fences.
Life am a mad struggle. (Sighs.) We
come up like a sunflower an’ am cut
down (Faint groans.) Today we may
win de big turkey at de raffle—to
morrow we may have to pawn our
overcoat to keep de stove gwine.’’
For half a minute there was deep
silence. Then Pickles Smith stood up
and waved a empty water pail around
his head, and the enthusiasm broke
forth and lasted so long that six po
licemen gathered on the corner and a
barrel of beans was upset in the
grocery below.
mdoui science.
“What am science?" asked the pro
fessor. after drawing a long breath.
"Science am above us, below us, an’
all around us, and yit de great majority
of men doan’ seem to realize de fack.
What builds de flah in de stove, ’cept
science? What biles de 'tators in de ket
tle ’cept science? What furnishes our
clothes, our horn s an’ eben our graves
'cept science? Gaze on de sun. But for
science who’d know whether dat shiny
orb war ober In Kennedy or 90,000,000
miles In de sky on a bee line? Gaze on
de moon. But fur science who among
us would know its lnflooence on de
watermelon crop? Look at de stars.
Before de advent of science who could
tell Venus from Aunt Betsy, de norf
star from d.e big dipper, or de dog stars
from de eat stars? Science made de
Ueum engine, de klvered cars de wheel
barrow, de whitewash brush, an’ de
several odder articles which hev made
ills nashun what It am today. Science
frows bridges across great rivers; It
brings up water from de deep well; It
puts out fires; it gives us de fine comb;
It makes de plug hat an’ de paper col
lar; It brings us de glorus Fo’th of July:
It mixes peas an’ beans wid our coffee
so dat we can’t tell what it tastes de
mos’ of. an’ but for science de man wld
de toofache would be nowhar."
About Art.
After taking a very lean drink of
water and absorbing a troche to offset
It, the speaker continued:
"We will now turn to art. We see art
in ebery fing aroun’ us, from de pic
tures on de milk carts to a pile of clam
shells in de front doah yard, an’ yet
dere am souls who can’t respond. I
know men who might stand fur a hull
hour In front of a tea store ehromo
representing sunset in Wisconsin or
sunrise in Noo Jersey an’ not see nuffin’
to expand deir souls an’ turn delr
thoughts Into better channels. I’ve
seen white men stand before a bust of
Caesar an’ find fault wld de squint of
de left eye, an' I’ve seen black men
stand befo' a fence all painted off wid
red an’ blue an' yaller, an’ look fur
nuffin' but nallholes. Take science
away from us an’ we might as well live
In canal boats. I am glad to see de
intress dls club takes in bosif subjecks.
Your reports on astronomy hev reached
ebery corner In de land, an' your pic
tures an' relics in dls hall am proof dat
art. left in your care, will grow an'
flourish ttll no maker will dare offer a
broom to de public wldout de handle
am tainted blue.
It De Move.
“Do de sun move? <
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♦ WORSHIP OF WEALTH. ♦
By Henry George.
Unpleasant as It may be to admit It, It
Is at last becoming evident that the
enormous Increase in productive power
which has marked the present century,
and Is still going on In accelerating ratio,
has no tendency to extirpate poverty or
to lighten the burdens of those compelled
io toll. It simply widens the gulf be
tween Dives and Lazarus, and makes the
struggle for existence more Intense. The
march of invention has clothed mankind
with powers of which a century ago the
boldest imagination could not have
dreamed.
In factories where labor saving machin
ery has reached its most wonderful devel
opment, little children are at work; wher
ever the new forces are anything like fuily
utilized, large classes are maintained by
charity or live on the verge of recourse
to it; amid the greatest accumulations of
wealth, men die of starvation and puny
Infants suckle dry breasts; while every
where the greed of gain, the worship of
wealth, shows the force of the fear of
want. The promised land lies before us
like a mirage. The fruits of the tree of
knowledge turn, as we grasp them, to
appleB of Sodom that crumple to the
touch.
This association of poverty with pro
gress Is the great enigma of our times.
It Is the central fact from which spring
industrial, social and political difficulties
which perplex the world, and with which
statesmanship and philanthropy and edu
cation grapple in vain. From It come the
clouds that overhang the future of the
most progressive and self reliant nations.
It Is the riddle which the Sphinx of Fate
puts to our civilization, and which not to
answer is to be destroyed.
So long as all the Increased wealth
which modern progress brings goes but
to build up great fortunes, to Increase
luxury and make sharper the Contrast be
tween the House of Have and the House
of Want, progress is not real and can
not be permanent.
The reaction must come. The tower
leans from its foundations, and every new
story but hastens the final catastrophe.
To educate men who must be condemned
to poverty Is but to make them restive;
to base on a state of most glaring social
Inequality political institutions under
which men are theoretically equal Is to
stand a pyramid on its apex.
"She do.”
“I know de white folks claim dat it
am de alrth which am movin', while de
tun stands still, but right dar we spilt.
Joshua was about as nigh bein’ an
angel as any white man will eber git,
an' when he ordered de sun to stand
still he knew what lie was talkin’ 'bout.
It would have been just as easy fur him
to hev commanded de airtli to stand
still, but he didn’t do it. If Joshua
didn't know his bizness de rest of us
might as well hung up.
“An’ now, you cull’d folkses, mind
what Ize gwine to say. Doan’ let de
'stronomy bizness keep you awake
nights. De sun am up dar by day, an’
de moon an’ stars up dar by night.
De Lawd put de sun dar to thaw de ice
off de back doah step, make cucum
bers grow an’ fotch up de grass an’ de
corn. It didn't do any wuss when
stronomy was unknown, an’ It
wouldn’t do uny better if ebery family
in de kentry had a telescope 400 feet
long. De moon was hung up dar dat
folks might see to move by night when
de rent got too high; dat lost cows
could see to find dar way home; dat
folks could see to chop and empty
bar’ls of ashes on de street; dat wimin
cornin’ home from prayer meetin’ could
avoid de nail heads stickin’ up in de
planks, an’ fur varus odder reasons.
You jist take de sun as lie runs, an’ de
moon as you find it, an’ de less you
worry about 'em de more meat an’ ta
ters you’ll have in de winter. De poor
est cull'd man I eber knowed was an
ole black man down in Virglnny who
was always wonderin’ if dey had a
reg'lar lock on de gates of heaven, or
only a latch string. While his nayburs
war’ plantin' he was wonderin’; while
dey war' holn’ he was theorizing; while"
dey was reapin’ he was ragged an’
hungry. Let de sun move or stand still
let de moon be made of old silver or
green cheese—let de stars be 10 miles or
10,000,000 miles away—keep de white
wash brush gwine and de bucksaw in
good order an’ you'll be all right.
Mo Jumps.
“I shall incline to indulge In a very
condensed speech on dis occasion. Has
any member of dis club eber perceived
de catacombs of Paris? I war lately
dur. To some It am a festive sight, re
dundant wld Joy an’ enthusiasm. To
oddors it brings de pensive cheer an’
makes de chin wobble. De majority of
you may have de impreshun dat cata
combs refer to cats an’ combs. Ah, my
fren’s. dat’s whar’ ye are lame. Dar's
no cats dur—not a cat. Dar's no combs
dar unless you carry one in yer
satchel.”
The speaker paused to drink a pint
of water and wipe his chin, and thon
resumed:
“Jumping from de catacombs of Par
is to de paramids of Egypt let me ax if
any member of dis club war ever dar?
Dey am a grand sight. Men seems no
bigger dan a calf compared to dem.
Who built dem? Who 'rected dem? Who
bossed de job of gottln’ out de stun,
mixin’ de mortar an’ layin’ up de
blocks? I can’t tell. I axed several
persons ’round dar but dey couldn’t
tell.”
Here he took another dipper of wa
ter and then went on to say:
“Let us pause an’ ax ourselves who
invented ha’r ile an’ stlckin' plaster, an’
let us take a piece of chalk and figger
up how much benefit dey hev been to
do world. Dat’s about all on dis occa
shun, my frens. and I trust dat de im
pulsiveness of dis club will constantly
detract from de plethora of Its Immen
sity.”
Missouri the Muddiest River.
U. S. Geological Survey Bulletin.
The Missouri is the muddiest river In
the Mississippi valley; It carries more silt
than any other large river in the United
States except possibly the Rio Grande and
the Colorado. For every square mile of
country drained It carries down stream
381 tons of dissolved and suspended mat
ter each year. In other words, the river
gathers annually from the country that It
drains more than 123,000,000 tons of silt and
soluble matter, some of which it distrib
utes over the flood plains below to form
productive agricultural lands, but most of
which finds its way at last to the Gulf of
Mexico.
It Is by means of data of this kind that
geologists compute the rate at which the
lands are being eroded away. It lias been
3hown that Missouri river Is lowering the
surface of the land drained by it at the
rate of one foot in 6.036 years. The sur
face of the United States as a whole Is
now being worn down at the rate of one
foot In 9,120 years. It has been estimated
that If this erosive action of the streams
of the United State* could have been con
centrated on the Isthmus of Panama It
would have dug In 73 days the canal which
has Just been completed, after 10 years'
work, with the most powerful appliances
yet devised by man.
By breaking the women's national
swimming record. Miss Olga Dorfner.
of Philadelphia, now stands In tho
front rank of the world's greatest wom
en swimmers, and at the top of Amer
ica's list. Her time In the 50-yard
dash, 30 3-5 seconds. Is 3 1-5 seconds
better than the former national record,
recently made by Miss Lucille Legros
at the Panama-Pacific exposition.
The chief recreation of Gaby Deslys,
the famous French actress. Is to go
shopping. The girl assistant who con
ducts her around the different depart
ment stores Is rewarded with a large
box of chocolates.
SAMMY’S CIRCUS DAY,
(Copyright, 1915. by the McClure New*
I paper Syndicate.)
Sam was a grocery boy and drove
the wagon to deliver pies and other
good things to the people's homes.
But he did not like the Job a bit. For
j he was fond ot marbles and ball, and
I when there was a game In town It
seemed simply awful to have to trot
Ben around from door to door and lug
1 in stupid baskets of cabbages and
meat. But it seemed as If there was
no help for it.
t But he took out his disappointment
In a mean way. Every chance he got
, he would worry Ben and set the dog on
i the cat, and, when he got home he
' spent his time teasing his sisters and
baby brother till the whole family
were glad when he was away.
In May the big circus came to town.
Sam stopped his wagon to see the
gilded cage go by and the camels
swinging along behind. When he got
. back to the store and found he had
• to deliver some pies at the cook tent
at the show he was wild with delight.
So putting old Ben into a gallop he
sped out to the grounds.
It was hot and dusty and the air
was full of every kind of noise. The
smell of sawdust and animals, pink
lemonade and peanuts, hot sausage
and straw rose on the warm breeze.
Sam jerked the box of pies into the
Book tent, then stole into the menag
erie. where the beasts were eating
their dinner. But he soon got tired
Df watching that, and began to tease
:hem. H« would spoke a stick through
the bars of the cages, when the show
men were not looking, tickle the ponies
with a wire, pull the hay from where
the elephants could reach it, and
jlragged the pole from which the gi
raffe drank so far he could not get it
U all. When he had been about as
disagreeable as a boy could be, he sat
Sown upon some straw behind a cage,
determined to stay there and sneak in
to the big tent when the performance
Began.
But, when the band struck up. he
was surprised to see a wonderful thing
happen, a thing that was not down up
Dn the bill at all. For every cage door
apened and out walked the animals. At
Ihe front was a big Bengal tiger, lash
.ng his tawny sides with his tail. After
him lumbered an elephant, then came
a, giraffe and several leopards.
Strange to say, they all stopped right
before where Sam sat. The tiger opened
Ills huge, red mouth in an ugly snarl.
“This is the boy that has been find
ing all his pleasure in making us mis
erable.’’ he growled. "Here. Mr. Ele
! phant, Just toss him up into my cage
for me."
In a moment Sam was being whirled
around in the air. for the elephant
thought he would have some fun. too.
He was swung from side to side of the
lent, then bounced up against the roof,
| But every time he fell the elephant
t ’aught1 him again, just like a player at
I Baseball.
At last the elephant tossed him into
' i cage and the tiger snapped the bolt.
How uncomfortable he felt in his box.
for his legs were so cramped he could
not stand and was obliged to crawl
iround on his knees. Then he was dy
ing of thirst, but. when he tried to
irink out of the pail in the corner, the
leopard pushed it over and spilled it
nil over the floor. All the animals
laughed and roared again.
Then the elephant came up with a
big tub, full of sand. This they poured
over the suffering boy, and it almost
choked him to death.
“Fine fun, isn’t it. making others
miserable?” asked the tiger, with a
sneer. "You never remember that we
have any feelings at all. I thought we !
would show you Just how It feels to to
be worried as you have been doing us
today.”
Just then a band struck up again,
but this time it was loud enough to
wake Sam. for he had been asleep on
the straw behind the cage for half an
hour, and the performance was about
to begin. The boy rubbed his eyes and
looked about, but all the animals were
quiet in their cages. And his cloth
ing had not a grain of sand on it.
"Gee,” ho exclaimed happily, “I must
have had a “dandy” dream—but how
glad I am that it is a dream, after all.
I tell you it was tough being shut up
In a cage and having folks tease you.
I guess I'll remember after this Just
how animals feel and not make them
miserable any more.”
So happy Sam went out to give Ben
a fresh pail of water, and ever after
he was a changed boy In his treatment
of animals.
Sink, Europe! Up. America!
From the Minneapolis Journal.
The harsh but not inhospitable truth
is that those, if there be such, who cher
ish a dual loyalty, who would remain
some sort of qualified Americans, should
return where they belong. For the time
is here when every man must show his
true colors, when If he chooses not to be
wholeheartedly American, he should be
wholly and avowedly something else. No
man can serve two masters. And he in
our midst who is not for America Is
against her.
Our flag and our cause have been up
held in the past by foreign-burn with the
same Intensity of devotion as by the
native-born. The genius of Americanism
has been exemplified by Catholic, Pro
testant, infidel and Jew. It has pos
sessed the Immigrant as well as the old
settler. A similar unanimity must ani
mate us now. The nation cannot tolerate.
It cannot afford to tolerate, citizenship
that purposes to found and to cherish an
alien cult amongst us. Bits of Europe
are not to be perpetrated and perpetu
ated here. Unless a man comes with the
design to be American, in his loyalty, his
ideals, his living, he should forthwith go
back whence he came.
To Insist upon one undivided American
ism is not a mere desirability; it Is the
Imperative necessity of our nationality
and our democracy. Unless we do So, the
United States cannot remain a nation and
the republic cannot endure.
But insistence is not the mode, although
it is a resort, a last recourse. The advan
tages of American citizenship are so plain,
the nobility of American Ideals so tnanir
fest. that interest and emulation unite to
draw irresistibly all our people into one
allegiance to flag and institutions and
ideals.
The appeal should be sufficient—it will
be. This nation can demand loyalty as
a right. It does appeal for loyalty as a
free devotion arising from the heart.
Sink. Europe! Up, America!
Miss Amy E. du Pont, of Wilmington,
Del., directs the work on her vast stock
farms in that state.
Women have taken the places of all
the grooms in the famous Duryea rac
ing stables near Paris.
Over 44 per cent of the work In the
rhemical industries of the United
States is done by women.
Statistics show that a woman with
an endowment policy outlives the wom
an with the straight life policy.
j DECIDED TO KEEP “HANNER’
i —■—
Comment of Uncle Josh Certainly Nc
Tribute to Charms of Attendants
at "Exchange.”
The conversation in a club the
other afternoon turned to the unso
phisticated, when Senator Claude
Kitchin of North Carolina recalled a
happy little incident about Uncle Josh,
i Uncle Josh, who lived far back in
the crimson clover zone, happened
into the big city one day and found
himself standing before a woman’s
exchange. That was a new one on
j Josh, and for a long while he stood
there and thoughtfully pondered. Fin
ally he entered the building.
■ "I s’pose, ma'am," said he, address
ing one of the attendants, “that this is
the woman's exchange?”
j “Yes, this is the woman’s exchange,”
replied the attendant. “What can we
do for you?”
j “I s'pose,” continued Josh, glancing
alternately at the two or three women
in the office, “that you are the only
women folks here?”
I “There are no others,” was the won
dering response of the attendant.
| “Urn,” thoughtfully observed Josh,
starting toward the door, “then I
guess I’ll jes’ keep Hanner."—Phila
, delphia Telegraph.
Receiving the Discard.
One of our trenches in the first line
! suddenly received a fire of shells.
The occupants perceived with distress
that the projectiles came from the
rear and were from our own battery.
The battery was telephoned: “You
are firing upon us!"
“Not at all. Wc are firing on the
German trench.”
“But we are getting all fhe pru
neux” (the prunes, that is, the
shrapnel).
“At what distance are you from the
German trench?"
“Twenty meters.”
The battery commander then re
plied with mathematical sangfroid:
"Twenty meters? Ah, you are prob
ably getting the discard?”—Le Cri de
Paris.
But instead of marrying a man to
reform him, the average woman mar
ries him to inform him.
People who are always saying “Lis
ten!” never have anything of impor
tance to say.
Curious Mineral.
Perhaps the most curious mineral
found in the United States is stauro
lite, otherwise known as the “fairy
stone." This is an iron-aluminum sili
cate found only in Virginia and North
Carolina, the reddish-brown and
brownish-black crystals occurring in
well-defined single and double crosses.
There is some commercial demand for
the crosses as curios, which are worn
as watch charms or on chains in the
manner of a locket or lavalliere—a de
mand perhaps stimulated by the
quaint legend which is told of their
origin; the fairies living in the caves
of the mountains, on hearing the sad
tidings of the death of Christ, fash
ioned these crosses as mementoes of
him.
Couldn’t Impress Pat.
Strolling along the country with a
party of friends, Pat was telling them
about some of the beautiful spots in
Ireland.
One of the party, an American, ex
claimed: “Waal, I guess we've got
something in America that will lick
all your scenery. Our Falls of Niag
ara, with tons of water rushing over
the top, is a wonderful and an unusual
sight.’’
“A wonderful and unusual sight!’’
exclaimed Paddy. “That’s nothing.
It can't help falling over the top of
the precipice. If the water stopped
on the top, that would be a wonder
ful and unusual sight.”
Mr. Wrixon prides himself on be
ing a philosopher. His six-year-old
son is evidently a chip of the old
block.
The other night when his mother
was putting him to bed she asked:
“Robert, what makes you so cross
and discontented? Doesn’t mother
do everything she can think of to
make you happy?"
The youngster cogitated deeply for
a moment.
"Well,” he conceded with an air of
resignment, “I s’pose it isn't your
fault that you can’t think of enough.
You’re only what God made you!”
"My star!” cried the capitalist.
“My angel!” cried the actress— ‘
Baltimore American.
Still, a man never seems anxious to
marry a woman who isn’t afraid of
a mouse.
Not Her Fault.
Fond Epithets.
On the Side
of Science —
Gr&peNuts!
Certain elements are necessary
for building stout bodies and active
brains. The great majority of these
all-important elements for life and
health are supplied by Nature in
her field grains, wheat and barley. But white flour
products lack these essential elements—Why?
Because the miller to make his flour look white
and pretty throws out about 4/5 ths. of the mineral
content of the wheat necessary for building brain,
nerve and muscle.
Scientific opinion is on the side of
Grape-Nuts
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for supplying balanced nutritive values.
Not only does this famous pure food supply all
the sound nourishment of the wheat, including the
vital mineral elements—sturdy builders of brain, nerve
and muscle—but of malted barley as well.
Grape-Nuts is easily digested, generally in about an
hour—white flour products require about three hours.
Grape-Nuts is always ready to eat direct from the
dust-proof, moisture-proof, germ-proof packet—de
licious and economical!
Not alone from the scientific side but from the
view-point of better health thousands have come
to know
"There’s a Reason” lor
Grape-Nuts
Sold by Grocers everywhere.
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