Economy for the
Shopper
By MRS HARLAND H. ALLEN.
By Mr*. Harland H. Allen.
Baby’s Layette.
If Winter Comes to Main Street be
fore baby's layette is purchased the
mother-to-be can now order a com
plete outfit by mail. There are lay
ettes consisting of 27 pieces. 64, 72 and
12* pieces. They vary In quality as
well as in number, nevertheless, with
even the smallest outfit it is pos
sible for a new born baby in a small
home to get along until mother her
self can purchase the added little
requirements. A layette consisting of
27 pieces includes:
Two cashmere shirts.
Two flannel binders.
Two flannelet skirts.
Two flannelet wrappers.
Two pairs cotton and wool hose,
Twelve diapers (18 Inch.)
One cotton wrapping blanket.
We have yet to find the mother
who had enough diapers or enough
soft cloths to be thrown away after
using, in her baby’s trousseau, so
great emphasis Is laid on unlimited
numbers of these useful articles.
A more complete layette which can
be bought by mall Includes:
Four silk and wool shirts, 4 silk and
wool bands, 4 flannel binders, 4 knit
ted gowns, 1 bath apron, 6 baby tow
els, 3 wash cloths, 24 diapers (18
Inch), 24 diapers (22 Inch), 13 diaper
pads, 3 flannel skirts, 3 nainsook
skirts, 6 slips, 3 nainsook dresses, 1
tufted silk wrapper, 1 bonet, first
size, 1 embroidered wrapper, 1 era
braidered sacque, 1 down pillow, 3
g» pillow slips, 1 silk quilt, 6 crib sheets,
1 rubber sheet, 1 pair rubber draw
ers 2 crib pads, 1 eiderdown blan
ket, 4 pairs silk and wool hose, 1 all
wool blanket, 1 shirt frame. 1 hoao
frame, 4 pair knee-length booties.
It Is safe to say that just as fine
specimens of humanity can be brought
up in cashmere shirts, flannelet wrap
pers and warm cotton hose with woo)
bootees as can be accomplished with
the silk and wool, and tufted silk
variety of layette. The tendency of
new mothers Is to overdress their ba
bies by too elaborate things, and to
put too many bed clothes on them
at night.
Added requirements of baby In ad
dition to the layette proper are:
One hot water bag, 1 carriage robe,
and pillow, 1 pair garters for diapers.
1 nursery chair, 1 box borated tal
mni, 1 toilet set, 1 pair scales, 1
teething ring, 6 bibs.
South Omaha Woman’s
Club.
The home economics department of
the South Omaha Woman's club will
meet with Mrs. R. Y. Maxon, 4438
South Nineteenth street, Tuesday. 2:30
p. m.
The subject will be “Efficiency In
the Home.” Each member Is request
ed to bring a favorite recipe.
Tha meeting scheduled for January
30 at the home of Mrs. J. W. Koutsky
has been postponed Indefinitely.
Royal Neighbors
installation.
Ten Royal Neighbor ramps will be
* represented at a Joint Installation of
officers Monday evening, January 29.
The Juvenile department will also be
represented. The supreme receiver,
Alisa Frances Robinson of Lincoln,
will do the installing of officers. Fol
lowing the Installation a fancy drill
will be given by the Pansy camp team.
Parliamentary Class.
Miss Ma Cannon, instructor of
parliamentary Law, will hold a
series of afternoon and evening
classes at the Burgess-Nash com
pany. Instruction is under the gen
eral auspices of the Omaha Council of
Catholic Women, and the Catholic
Daughters of America,
The course will begin January 30,
with afternoon classes in the Tea
r.nnm, and evening classes In the
Auditorium. For the six lessons Is
the small charge of $1.00.
New Officers
Mrs. William S. Leete of Platts
mouth, newly elected president of the
Nebraska Woman's auxiliary to the
national council of the Episcopal
church, has been active in church
work for many years and is promi
nent in D. A. R. circles throughout
the state.
She is a former vice president of
the Episcopal Church School Service
league, a past regent of the Flatts
i mouth Daughters of the American
Revolution and is at present state
chaplain for the D- A. R. She is the
wife of Rev. Leete of the Plattsmouth
Episcopal church. Rev. and Mrs.
Leete have resided in Plattsmouth
for nine years, having gone there
from Clinton, la.
Christ Child
Society
The basketball team of the Christ
1 Child center practices at the Lincoln
| school gymnasium on Tuesday nights.
As part of the boys in the team are
! also in the orchestra, it lias been
I necessary to change the orchestra
practice to Thursday evenings.
Gymnastics and boxing classes for
the little fellows have been reorgan
ized and are being held on Wednes
day night.
Classes in social dancing are being
! formed under the direction of Mrs.
Mary Quigley.
The sewing circles are going to
work with renewed interest on the
new material for layettes. This part
of the work has grown to such an ex
tent that it has been necessary this
year to have the patterns cut by ma
chine which work is being done by a
local firm.
McFarlane Lecture.
Mrs. Ida Kruse McFarlane, dean
of English at the University of Den
ver, will speak on "The Life of John
Marshall,” Saturday afternoon, 3
o'clock in the Brandeis grill room.
This is the fifth of a series of lectures
on “Topics of Timely Interest.”
Scottish Kite Club.
The Scottish Rite Woman's club
will hear a program given to their
organization by the Omaha Woman's
club chorus Friday afternoon, Jan
uary 26. Mrs. W. H. Sleeper, Jr.,
is in charge.
Afternoon Cards.
The Ladies of the Blessed Sacra
ment church will entertain Friday,
January 26, at their hall at Thirtieth
and Curtis streets. There will be
refreshments and all are invited.
Still Water Runs Deep
•—find when Cyril broke
loose he proved it
with a vengeance!
You’ll enjoy this
story of a lad who
was his “mother’s
boy ” — who refused
to fight until the girl
came along — and
then cleaned up a
whole town before he^
quit! ^^E
ED. (HOOT) GIBSON
With Edna Murphy in
“RIPIN* WILD”
Four
Days
Only
Prices Pit the Purse
Starts
Today
Ends Wed.
MATINEES
P Except Sat. and Sun.
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CHILDREN
Any Time
EVENINGS
Sat.-Sun. Mat’s.
1 NEW SHOW THURSDAY
Married Life of Helen
and Warren
l_
The Depression of Arriving Home at
Night Is Unexpectedly Dispelled.
"Going to get out or not?” Warren
dragged out the hand baggage while
the driver lifted the steamer trunks
from the front of the taxi.
Shrinking back In the cab. Helen
was fighting the sick depression that
ilways shadowed their home comings.
Aroused by Warren's caustic Im
patience, she stepped out to the famll
ar surroundings that three months
>broad had made curiously unreal.
The same doorman who had seen
hem off came running out to greet
hem.
"How are you, Joe? Everything all
right?" brisked Warren.
“Yes, sir,” grinning his welcome.
"Don't you carry them bags, Mr. Cur
tis. I'll come back for ’em," as he
helped with the trunks.
With a strange sense of detachment
Helen followed them through the hall
and Into the elevator.
Warren, always glad to get home,
radiated a bustling energy.
“Well, here we are!’ when he un
locked the door of their apartment.
“Seems darned good to be back."
Ha did not notice her unresponsive
silence as she switched on the lights
and gazed about. The rolled-up rugs,
curtalnless windows. and drawn
shades gave a dismantled dreariness
to the dusty rooms.
How dead everything looked! It all
seemed to belong to a remote past.
There on the desk was the address
book she had laid out to take and for
gotten. And there the paper and
string from the box of chocolates—a
last minute steamer gift.
“Jove, it’s close in here,” Warren
was struggling with a weather stuck
window. “Now, where d’you want
those trunks?”
“In the dining room—until I get
them unpacked. Wait, I’d better put
down some newspapers so he won’t
scratch the floor.”
As she watched the man carry in
the trunks, every foreign label
brought back some alluring memory
of the trip.
Now that magic time was over. She
must settle down to the drab realities
of housekeeping.
A bit of pasteboard fluttered from
the pocket of her coat as she took it
off. A London bus ticket! Those long
exploring rides on the bus tops! The
quaint old streets—the fog—the dingt
j ness—the lure of London!
| "Dear, we will go over again,
1 won't we?" wistfully. "Maybe next
! year?"
"Eh? You crazy Talking about
I another trip before we get unpacked?
What's the matter with you anyway?
j Look about as lively as a hearse."
"X—I guess it's getting home at
j night—that always depresses me. I
was hoping we wouldn't dock until
morning.”
"Well, I'm darped glad to get off
, tint ! -.at: My own bed looks good to
me. Twenty of ten.” glancing at his
watch. "Too late to call up Stevens?"
"Walt, let me dust off that desk!"
as he sat down to the telephone.
But when she returned from the
nrntry with the. cloth. Warren’s elbow
was resting on the dust-covered ma
hogany.
"Line’s busy,” he flung up the re
ceiver. “Now for heaven's sake,
you’re not going to start cleaning up
tonight?”
"I must wipe off the worst of this—
we can't lay anything down. Just
look at that chair arm!”
"Well, what of it? Got somebody
coming tomorrow, haven’t you?”
"I hope so, I sent Mrs. O'Grady a
special delivery from the dock. And
this floor! How does it get so gritty
when everything’s closed up?”
"How about tlie mail?” with exas
perating unconcern. "Guess th# su- j
perlntendent’s got It. I'll phone down.”
"Wait, dear, open the trunks first."
"See here, you're not going to start
unpacking note?”
"I’ve got to get some things for
the night. And I want to hang up
my dresses. The way that inspector
lammed them back. He was horrid!
He made hardly any allowance for
wear—and I've worn almost every
thing I bought."
"Well, we got off pretty easy,” tug
ging at a trunk strap. "Forty dollars
duty wasn’t much to pay on all the
stuff you carted back.”
“You always make me declare
evervthing! Nobody else does—not all
the things they’ve worn.”
"Makes no difference what anybody
else does,” sternly. "We’re not going
to do any smuggling to save a few
dollars.”
“I don’t call that smuggling," with
feminine lawlessness. "Dear, put these
in the bathroom, handing him his
shaving things from the suitcase.
"And wait, take this,” throwing his
bathrobe over his arm.
"Holy smoke, this light’s onP' he
shouted back. "You haven’t been in
here, have you?”
The light on! Helen flew to the
bathroom door.
"Oh, she gasped. “You don’t mean
It's been burning ever since—”
"T ooks like it,” grimly. "Unless
you’ve Just turned It on.”
"So—no, I haven t been near here!
Oh, how could It have happened? I’m
always so careful to see that all the
water and lights are off!"
“Well, you weren't so blamed care
ful this time! That meter's been
working day and night—ever since we
left. Running up a whale of a bill.’’
“And it's a 40-watt!" looking up at
the large frosted bulb. “Think of It
burning three months! I wouldn’t
have enjoyed a moment of the trip
if I’d known.’’
"Then good thing you didn’t know.
Well, no use stewing over It now."
“How much do you think the bill
will be? About?" at his disclaiming
shrug.
“How in blazes do I know? Now
forget it, I tell you. Come on, let's
get things straight and turn in."
Forget it! Forget that light—burn
ing ever since they left! All the time
they were in Holland—Paris—London!
All those days on the steamer!
She thought of her little economies
during the trip—and every moment
this 40-watt bulb had been consum
ing money. That remorseless meter
registering day and night:
“Well, the water hasn't been run
ning, that's certain," grunted War
ren, as a rusty stream spluttered from
the faucet when he started to wash
his hands.
“If it had only been a smaller
bulb!" deplored Helen; “25-watt is all
anyone has in a bathroom—but you
always want such a strong light.”
“You bet I do—and I’ll have it, too!
Got to see to shave. But you needn't
leave it burning for three months.
Who the deuce is that?" he stalked
out to answer the bell.
Recognizing the superintendent’s
voice, Helen ran out to the hall.
"Glad to see you back, Mrs. Curtis.
Just came up to bring your mall. I
hope you found everything all right.”
"Oh, Mr. Thompson—the light in
the bathroom! It's been burning all
the time we were gone! I don't know <
how we happened to leave it on. I’ve
never done such a thing before.”
"Why no, Mrs. Curtis, that light’s
not been burning. I turned off both
the light and water the day after you
sailed. Just turned them on tonight
—when I saw them bringing in your
trunks."
"But how—how could you?" stam
mered Helen. "You haven't a key!1
That's a special lock Mr. Curtis had
put on.”
"I can turn It off from the base
ment. I always do when any of our
tenants go away for any length of
time.”
‘‘Then It wasn't burning:” Joyously.
“Oh. what a relief!"
‘‘Well, that's fine. Mr. Thompson.”
grinned Warren. ''Nothing like hav
ing things fool proof when there're a
lot of women around. You certainly
look out for your tenants.”
‘‘Walt. Mr. Thompson. I’ve some
thing for you. Just a moment!”
Helen had brought for him only a
cheap two-shilling pipe, but now In a
burst of grateful generosity, she got
out two of Warren's Spittlefleld ties.
that he had bought at an expensive
Piccadilly shop.
The superintendent, beaming hla
thanks, said he would be up In the
morning to eee If anything was
needed.
"Oh, I never was so thankful for
anything! He does look after
things." enthused Helen, as the hall
door closed. "I’d have been Just sick
over that light."
"Where'd you get those ties you
gave him?” demanded Warren. Look
ed like some I got at Morgan and
Ball's.”
"Yes, dear, they were. But the pipe
I brought hint didn't seem enough
after he’d saved us all that-”
“Well, you’ve got a nerve. But a
I lot of cheap Jutik for presents—too
j blamed stingy to get anything decent!
I Then you're ashamed to giva 'em—
, and you hand out my best ties.”
"But think of the electric bill If
; that light had been on all the time!
' oh. I never was so relieved! I’d have
worried myself sick over it."
"Huh, worrying s your long suit
Come on now, no more unpacking to
night. Turn on that water in the
tub—let it run clear. I want a bath.
What about this tied?" Jerking down
the sheet from the bare red trlped
mattress.
"Oh, be careful, that's covered with
dust." gathering up the sheet. “I
had her strip the bed."
As Helen hurriedly got out fresh
bed linen, she was conscious that the
depression, the "letdown" of getting
hon.e that had weighed so heavily a
f* w moments befhre, waa now re
p'accd by a Joyous relief.
And why? Nothing had happened.
Everything was Just the same. Only
her state of mind had changed.
"I'eur, isn't It strange how trivial
things change our mooda? I was so
depressed at getting home tonight,"
"Eh? What tha Ham Hill you driv
ing at?" Warren was unlacing his
shoes. "No time to dissect your fool
moods. After eleven—and I've got to
get to the office early. Now stop
spouting Idiotic philosophy—ami allng
some covers on that bed!"
(Copyright. lt>23)
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