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STELLA DALLAS By Olive Higgins Prouly. ... SYNOPSIS. T, **v,n Y«ar» separation Stella T>slla« U requested by her hunhand'e at I'lniej to get "divorce op the around ? ??' ".hr" nbe refuse* she ie which she will be charged with Immnrnl conduct with Alfred Munn. an old admirer from whom *ho received attention while her daughter, Laurel, 13, wan vinitina h«»p father. Stephen palla*. In >iew York* Hlie Indignantly den ro wrongdoing and de *h» will fight. Stephen In dealrous of freedom eo that ho mu\ marry Helen Morrison. a widow, hut after threat by ®f >'®r attorney, to name Mr,. Morrison an corespondent In a '"'interaction he_ tclln the latter marriage in intponnihle. hour yearn lurcr. rinding liernelf ostracized Stella seeks an Inter "fy I' Mh. Morr.eon and offers to set a divorce if nhe will marry Stephen '7U'‘ i.,^*ur*‘,^?n*1 «'1® *lrl good social standing. The otter is gladly accepted hut l.aurel refuses to leme hee mother oiler her father marries Mrs. Morrison. (Continued from Yretrrday.) "So did 1 last summer, those two days when you left me. I got along fill right alone, too. Nobody to wash dishes with, nobody to talk with, nor lo eat with, nor to sleep with, nor to do anything with. I know what it it like. No. mother, you can't live like that. It Isn't decent.” "Decent! AYhq,t do you mean?” "Why. look at" the way the apart mcn looks, for one thing. Not only the kitchen, hut all the other rooms, too. I never saw them in such a loess.” "Well, but I didn't know you were coming. If you'd written—” 'Exactly. Without some human being to clean up for, and have a little pride for, this place would look the way grandpa's used to before he died, in a. little while. No, mother. You can never live alone. Come, let’s change the subject. What show shall we see tonight? O .Stella threw down her dish towl and sat down at the kitchen table, her hands dropping limp into her lap ^But I've gone and given your fath ,lls divorce now,” she lamented. w ' I didn't want a divorce! It will he all for nothing. If you won t go and live with hint for a while.” "Mother. I’ve told you, and told you, I'm glad you've given father the ADA ERTISKMENT. S Makes a Family Supply cj K of Cough Remedy Cj nj Really better than ready-made K n] cough v nips, end save. About jvj In Easily and quickly prepared. Ul If you combined the curative prop erties of every known "ready-made” cough remedy, you probably could not get as much real curative power as there is in this simple home-made cough syrup, which is easily prepared in a. few minutes. Get from any druggist 2'/a ounce* of Pinex, pour it into a pint bottle and fill the bottle with syrup, using either plain granulated sugar syrup, clarified molasses, honey, or corn syrup, as desired. 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Say “Phillips”- Protect Your Doctor and Yourself rtefuse Imitations of genuine "Phil lips Milk of Magnesia," the original Milk of Magnesia prescribed by phy sicians for fifty yearh. Accept only ihe genuine "Phillips.’’ 25-cent bottles, also larger size, con tain direction, and uses—any drug store. AO vT: It I INK VIKN T. Is a Prescription prepared ter Colds, Fever «nd Grippe It la the most speedy remedy we know, Preventing Pneumonia ■— I divorce. It was exactly the right thing to do. Father and Mrs. Mor rison cared about each other before you and I ever saw either of them. You've fixed something right that was wrong." "Yes." sneered Stella, “especially y°u;. I've fixed you fine and right! Oh." she sighed, her eyes resting mournfully on Laurel’s back as she stood before the sink, “it Just almost kills me to see you doing work like that. Lollie.” Laurel was wiping out the large tin dlshpan. now, with her dishcloth, which she had just wrung out with several vigorous little twists. After wards she hung up the dishpan on a hook underneath the sink and spread out the dishcloth to dry on top of It. Then proceeded to clean the soapstone sink. She used a small rubber-edged shovel for the purpose, scooping up small bits of refuse with It, and emptying it now and then into her free hand. "I like making things bright and clean," she called out above the loud scraping noise she was making with her shovel, "but if you prefer," she went on cheerfully, “we'll have a servant. You've often said, since the divorce, we could afford several ser vants if we wanted them." "Oh. but, Lollie, I don't know how to run a lot of servants. Besides, what's the use of servants when there’s nobody to serve? I can’t give you a coming-out party. I used to think I could, but I know now I can't. No. It’s no use. It's not in me. I've done all I can do for you.” She lifted her upturned hands, lying idle In her lap, and then let them drop, dead and lifeless. "She was going to bring you out In New York society, Lollie," she droned on. "she said she was. You'd be going to din ners. and dances, and balls. You'd be having lovely friends—young ladies In limousines calling mornings for you to go shopping with them; young men In limousines calling evenings for you to go—" "Mother! Please stop. You’ve told me all that before." “I haven't told you one thing. I haven't said one word about on spe cial thing. Laurel, listen. If you go to New York for a season you'll be almost sure to run across Richard Grosvenor! He knew Mrs. Morrison, and—" "Oh, don't drag in Richard Grosve nor." "And if you did—you can’t tell. He was crazy about you—" “Now, mother." “Well, he was." “I'm all over Richard Grosvenor, now. mother.” “You're not. No such thing." "But I am! I am! I never even answered his letters last fall. "His letters'.” “Yes. He wrote me—twice. Mrs. M oral son forwarded them. I never told .win because you were so silly about him." Stella shoved her chair back from the table with a fierce Jerk and stood up. "I know why you didn't answer his letters. I know mighty well! Of course you couldn't answer his letters! Of course you couldn't, with him In college right across the river, here, likely—no, sure, to look you up In this hole, and find out we didn't know any of his Back Bay friends, not a single one of the young ladies whose dances he’s been ushering at! Oh, I've seen his name In the lists in the papers, too. I've got eyes, and I've just suffered for you, Lollie. Of course you couldn't write to him and have him come here, and find out how we live, and what sort of a freak I am— “Mother!" "Tliat's all right 1 know—I'm no tool, I-aurel. Oh. Lollie. please—please, go to your father Just for a little while—Just for a year or so. Just long enough— "No. mother. I'm not going." Stella sank down In her chair. It was useless, futile to beat herself against this soft child's will once she had set it i p, Experience had taught Stella that a big buzzing fly is as in effectlve-in breaking through a plate glass barrier. "Well." gloomily, "what are you going to do with yourself, then? You ogn’t hang around a five-roomed apartment, all your life, can you, read ing two library hooka a week, and practicing on a piano two hours a day?" (Laurel had not taVen any "courses" this winter.) "What are you going to do to amuse yourself. I’d like to know .' •'I've got a plan,'' nodded Laurel, smiling. "Humph." "I must have something to do, of course. Busy people are always the happiest. I'm going to he very busy. I'm going to be a stenographer, mother." "A what?" gasped Stella. " stenographer. I've thought It all out.” ."A stenographer !A stenographer. Stella repeated, and a third time, ' a stenographer!" If Laurel had said that she was going to lie a German spy. Stella couldn't have been more shocked. "Yes. mother, dear, a stenographer, pon t you see it's the one thing I can be and live along here with you. and keep up our nice times together eve nings at the theater and the movies? And have Sundays with you, and holl days, and nights? I’m going to start In, next week—this week. If I can al the very beat business c ollege there Is in this city, and work hard. It's going to he lots of fun!" "Oh. no, Laurel.” Stella broke out. "Not that! Not that! Please. Please." Her voice pleaded, her eyes heseeched. Implored. "You wouldn't do that. Hay you wouldn’t, dearie. Please—please. She grasped hold of Laurel's hand "Lollle, for my sake! It would kill me, Lollle!” Laurel drew her hand away. On, come, mother. Don's be silly. Don t be a goose." 3 A stenographer! Laurel, her beauti ful Laurel, shut up all day long in an office, reeking with tobacco smoke? Laurel the servant of a lot of men. taking dictation. taking orders? Laurel wearing paper cuffa and elas tic hands and pencils In her hair; eating lunch out of a box with a lot of other girls, also wearing paper <nffs and elastic bands and pencils In their hair? No. No. It mustn't be. It simply mustn't be. Why, even she herself wouldn't have been a stenographer. Stella lay wide awake in the bed beside Laurel. It whs nearly 2 o’clock. Laurel had slept like a baby—sweetly, steadily, all night long so far. She hadn't changed her position. Twice Stella had risen and lit the light to see what time It was. had stopped .« oment by the side of the bed, and gazed down upon Laurel. "Like a lovely Bleeping beauty, she Is. Oh. my God. she c an't be a stenog rapher! It would he like planting an orchid between the cobblestones at. the corner of Washington and Winter streets to stick laiurel In front of a typewriter. Inside of one of the big grimy office buildings downtown. She'd pet all dust and dirt Hnd trampled and spoiled In no time. She mustn't ho sacrificed like that! Why, New York would go simply crazy about Lollle. It would exclaim over her. oh-arid ah oven her, like the people at the horticultural show* over some new amnzlng flower. "Oh, EDDIE’S FRIENDS The Soreheads Go to It. I all Right ALL Right. I T GOT A BLUE OWE iw t4ere, ujhat're Muh Doiw ?y—^ (aSze^x. f Wou "sv V BETTiKl6) J rtEV, EW>\e! '( K10 MORE PAW UAMPoP6EPS fop p Tv4ESE <StlNS p V T^lEM'RE: 6&tTiMG^ i Accused “Poison Pen” Writer Is Released Eugene Bryant of Hartington. Neb., wounded war veteran, has been released from a hospital for the crimi nal insane at Chester, III. He passed through Omaha Sunday accompanied by his sister, Ethel Bryant of Lin coln, and his brother, Donovan Bry ant of Hartingtcn. His release conies as the result of a two-year legal battle. He was sent to the hospital charged with writing "poison pen” letters to Mrs. A. H. Sbotwell, wife of a wealthy Chicago candy manu facturer. demanding that she depoalt a large sum of money In a loop res taurant. Mrs. J. -P. Jensen of Blair. Neb., was active in obtaining hla re lease. gracious, what can I do? What can I do to save the kid?” She muat do something, and quick —now. Laurel was all ready to show now. Next year, the year after—too late. She'd be touched, handled, brown on the edges. There'd tie a story about her—a tale. “She was once a stenographer, you know.” People would whisper. “Really! You don't say!” Any eyebrows would he raised. That must not occur. Whatever It cost, by whatever means, that must be avoided. About 3 o'clock in the morning Stella crawled out of bed and, wrap ping herself up In a blanket, sat down on the window seat by the open win dow. She could always think clearer In a vertical position. "If It wasn't for me. Laurel would go. I'm the reason she's tossing aside her oppor tunlty, dumping her happiness over board. as If It was so much rubbish and then scrapping herself—her lovely self, all ready to sail (yes. that's what she's like, too—a ship, beautifully made—beautifully fitted out). Oh, gracious, what can I do? She's ruin ing her life for me—for a big old water-logged hulk like me. (The<Lord knows how I happen to he her moth er. Talk about miracles!) Oh. why couldn't I have whiffed out last sum nier at that hotel when I was so sick? She'd have gone to New York then. Just aa a matter of course. She's be there, now. today. She'd be under steam this minute, admired, desired, flags flying, sun shining. ‘As long as you're alive.' Those were her words. Oh, why couldn't T whiff out now? Hay, why couldn't I feel a little dizzy and topple over out of t*re win dow, down there on the concrete—It's four stories—and clear the Job up quirk—right now. and no more talk? "No, 1 can't. I'm afraid. I haven’t the nerve. I haven’t the guts. It might only smash me up. Poison would he letter, or gas. or a revolver. Polaon—what kind? Gas—how long would It take? A revolver—where were they bought? How did ^ou load them? Oh. It would be horrid—horrid! I wonder If I dare. Stella %ot down from the window seat and went to the bed. The early light of dawn was In the room now. like gray smoke. She stood looking down at Laurel through the thick Intangible haze for a long time—for a minute, for two minutes, for three minutes, perhaps. “Ought I? oh, gracious, ought I?" she whispered. The memory of a certain other early morning, when she had stood thus and gazed down upon the sweet [ ly sleeping, defenseless child, recurred to Stella. Then. also, as now. she had whispered. "Ought I? Oh. gracious, ought. 1?” It was when the doctors were due to arrive In a fwe hours to perform an operation upon t.ollle —years ago, h slight operation, only tonsils hut they were going to make her Ump and lifeless, and cut her with a knife. (f entlnued In The Morning Nee.) S. D. (irain Rate* Cut. Washington, Jan. 21.—A series of slight reductions In rales on grsln products was grunted South Dakota shippers nnd producers today by the Interstate Commerce commission which held that In general the South Dakota wheat producers sin at a disadvantage In reaching Minneapolis and other northwestsrn grain mar keta. Burgess Bedtime Stories BY THORNTON W. HI ROESS. In patl^nca wa.it and do not frnt. Your chance you're surely hound to (ret. — Danny Meadow Mouse. How Danny Meadow Mouse Escaped. Danny Meadow Mouse had begun to think that the dreadful situation he waa In was going to last forever. You remember that he was in a rusty old tomato can, which was bctng knocked around this way and that by Yowler the Bob Cat. who was In a aad temper because he was unable to get Danny out. Yowler was strong and his big paws sent that can flyiflg. Sometimes It would hit against a stump and bounce off. Sometimes It would go end over end for quite a distance. Danny kept hoping that Yowler would grow tired and leave the old can alone. "He ought to know by this time that he can’t get me out of here,” said Danny to himself. "I suppose ho thinks he's having fun. No. 1 don’t either,” he added as he heard Yowler snarl. "He's lost his temper and there is no knowing what he may do now. It s a lucky thing for me that this old can was lying right where it was. fjracious, he has sent me flying this time!” Yowler had sent Danny flying. He had caught that can just right and sent it sailing through the air straight toward a pile of brush. It nanny darted out of that old tin ran and down Into that great pile of brush waa a Mg pile of brush, and It waa Just beyond the edge of the garden In the woods. Between them Gray Fox. who had first chased Danny into that old can, and Yowler had knocked that can well over toward that side of the garden. Danny of course knew nothing Bbout what part of the garden he was In. Being shut In as he was, he hail no chance to peep out, for he kept s« far away from the little opening In the end of the can as he poestbly could. But he waa ready to take advantage of any opportunity that might offer. 80 when that old can landed on the top of that pile of brush. Instead of coming with a hard thump on the ground, as Danny had expected, Dan ny peeped out to discover what it meant. One quick glance and he un derstood. Danny darted out of that old tin can and down into that great pile of brush Just as Yowler leaped up after the old can. Danny can mpve quickly when he has to. He had come out of that old Harmless Laxative for the Liver and Bowels Feel fine! No griping or Inconvml ence follows a gentle liver and bowel cleansing with •'t'aacarets." Kick Headache, Biliousness, Gages, fndl gestlon, and all such distress gone by morning. For Men, Women and t'hll dren—10c. boxes, also Ho and bOc ■lies, any drug stora can and gone down into that pile of brush almost as quickly as you could wink your eye. Clear down to the bottom he worked his way. and then he drew a long breath. He heard Yowler land on the pile of brush. He heard Yowler poking at that old can. Then he heard Yowler sniff. He was sniffing at the opening of that can to make sure that that Mouse was atlll Inside. When he discovered that Danny had escaped he flew into a rage. An angrier Bob Cat never was seen. He knew that Danny had been smart enough to slip out of that old can and down under that pile of brush. He knew that If he hadn't knocked that old can up on that pile of brush Danny wouldn't have had this chance. My, my, my, how that Bob Cat did snarl and spit and growl end tear at that great pile of brush Danny, down underneath, could hear it all. It was dreadful to hear, but Danny no longer feared for his life. He knew Vowler couldn't possibly pull that pile of brush to pieces, and that after a while he would give up and go away. This Is exactly what Yowler did do. But It took him all the rest of that day to get over his bad temper. (Copyright, 1»24.) The next story: "A Good-Natured Relative." , -- ■ ■■ ■ ■ Adele Garrison “My Husband's Love.” Hie Reception Accorded the Children. "Oh, Auntie Madge!'' Mary Harrison's somber little face lighted at the sight of me, and then her face clouded with instinctive ap prehension. "Or must I say 'Aunt Margaret'?" she faltered, and for the second time I felt my throat tighten with pity. I remembered tmly too well the old command enforced by the child's dead mother, that "Auntie Madge" was a name tabooed, and that the more formal appellation must always be given me. The chilling shadow of the mother's sternness was even yet upon the sense live child, and I looked furtively at Harriet Bralth waite, to whom the little girl's ques tion had hern addressed, wondering if idle meant to carry out her sister's code. By something Indefinably tense in Lillian's attitude, although to all outward appearances she was en gaged in helping the boys with the removal of their wraps, I knew that she too was listening and watching for this first indication of what Har riet Braithwalte's acheme of discipline would be. "Not unless you choose, dear." Mrs. Braithwalte said, and there was a tender, mothering note in her rich voice which I never had heard in my stately sister-in-law's speech before. ''Marion calls her Auntie Madge, and I suppose you would like to do the same tiling, is that it?'' Harriet Realise* the Truth. "No—oo.” Mary said honestly’, "I guess It's because 'Margaret' seema sc. old and sober for her. Auntie Madge sounds young and gay and laughing. It's like a nice song.” I caught the swift pain that flashed Into Harriet Braithwalte's eyes, and keenly regretted the child's innocent but unlucky speech. For I knew that she had touched a sore spot In her aunt’s heart. For never, no matter how hard she tried, would Harriet Braithwaite be able to be a young, ■ ■omradley mother to these children whom I oould see she already had mentally adopted. Her age, her tem perament, her rigid self training of years all prohibited that. Tender, lov ing, wise—a rock In any kind of trou ble—all these she would be, but the laughter and romping, so dear to childish hearts, would never be shared by her. I followed Lillian's glance to the tall figure of my brother-in-law, and realised, as ( think did Harriet also, that the children would never want for a playfellow as long as the big surgeon had strength enough to lift hls hand or hls head In a game. He already had swung little Roderick to his shoulder, where the child sat in such perfect content that only my common sense kept me from maudlin horror that hls dead parents should be forgotten so soon. But I had to remalnd myself, sharply, that William Harrison, though he had loved hls children and had done the hest he could for them, rarely saw them In hls traveling business life and that hls going was, therefore, little more to them than the death of any other acquaintance. "Well, shall we go up to see Gran zle now?" he boomed—I already had communicated Mother Graham’s wishes to her daughter and son-in law. "Sure,” Roderick returned, with the modern slogan of school children,, which even the babies pick up un cannily. • "Come on. then, and hold tight. I’ll take you up pickaback. Hang on to my coat tails, boys.” Greetings from Their Grandmother. The two older boys. William and Robert, gave little gleeful laughs, the first lightening of their somber faces and the big man led the procession upstairs. Harriet followed with an involuntary, unconsciously wistful look at Marlon. I would have released the child, who still clung to me, and sent her to the other woman, but 1 remembered my promise to my moth er-ln-law, and kept my arm around the little girl as we went upstairs Mother Graham, mindful of the children, kept all trace of sorrow out of her eyes and face, simply kissed and embraced each one warm ly. Then, with a sly glance at me, she unfolded her ^>lans. "Just bring all their bags up to these two rooms. Richard." she com manded. "and Margaret, you show the boys and Mary the chiffonier drawers and the closet space they will have. I will take care of Rod erick's clothing myself," she fin-.; lshed, kissing the little boy warmly. Her son-inlaw had put him in he'r lap at hls first entrance* "You don’t mean they're all go ing to sleep In here and the next room, do you?” Harriet Braithwaite expostulated. "Where else would they stay ex cept In my rooms?" her mother de manded caustically. "But.” Mrs. Braithwaite persisted. "It Isn’t good for either you or the children to have them—" "Harriet!" my mother in-law s voice held the note which she often uses with me. "When 1 need your help to tell me how to bring up children. I’ll ask for It. A* It Is. we ll begin as we're going to keep on." (Copyrlfht ltti > Vacation on Pay. All members of the Omaha police department who put in overtime dur ing the strike of railway shopmen here in 1922. will be given three days' vacation on pay. Order to this effect waa posted today at Central station over the signature of Chief of Tollce Peter Dillon. — You'll And the best Action In The | Omaha Evening Bee. j ADVERTISEMENT. QUICK RELIEF FROM CONSTIPATION Get Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets. That it the Joyful cry of thousand* tinea Dr. Edward* produced Oliva Tab lets, tha aubatituta for calomai. Dr. Edwarda. a practicing physician for IT yaara and calomal’a old-time enemy discovered tha formula for Oliva Tablet* whila treating patiants for ebronie con stipation and torpid livar* Dr. Edwards' Oliva Tablata do not contain calomai. but a healing, toothing vagatabla laxative. No griping i* tha "keynote" of three little *ugar~.*oated. oliva»colored tablet* Thay causa tha bowela and livar to act normally Thay never force them to ua nature' action. If yo»* have a “dark brown mouth"- - bad breath—a dull, tired feeling—tick headache—torpid liver—constipation, you*’.! find quick. *ure and pieasant result* from one or two of Dr. Edward*' OUva Tablet* at bedtime. Thouvand* taka them every night just to keep right. Try them. 15c and *0c. Tandy MacKenziel Celebrated American Tenor who appears in concert this evening at the Municipal Auditorium, makes records exclusively for the Colum bia. which we carry in stock at all times. We cordially invite you to call at our Record Depart ment and hear them. UH-tttt-Dod&e St- - - Omalm % Girl Imitates Others to Catch Masculine Eye Models Herself on Common Pattern—Should Be Pleasantly Different in a Crowded Field N —Be Real Self. By MARTHA ALLEN. tt T 1H) all in my power to make j myself like the girls I see making a great social suc cess, ' writes Alice. “An<1 still 1 am left out. I’m not bad looking and I’m not stupid. I try to be a good fellow. I can t see what more there j Is for me to do.’’ Maybe that la just the trouble. j Alice, you are too much like others. The field Is crowded, l-'lnd out what ; your real self Is, and then be that ] self. Don’t try to Imitate. If you I are a little out of the ordinary, not too much, you will attract the at - tentlon you crave. Haven't you ever noticed that wo men on the street in the Inevitable sport outfit of tan polo coat and felt hat look as If they were turned out by the hundreds from the same pat tern? They are not Individual wo men. You never feel Inclined to gi\« them a second look. But if you pass a woman In a cape or coat of better cut with becoming hat other than the tiresome tan shades you ar* sure to look twice. The girl who Is sought after is generally a definite individual. The attractive girl is one who Is pleas antly different. Many girls are not had looking, not stupid, arid are good fellows, but the girls who have personality or a certain charm are the ones w’ho win attention. Analyse yourself, Alice, and find something in whirh you excel. You surely have a particular gift. Per haps you can dance better than others, play a better game of bridge or< can prepare a tempting meal. One of the most popular girls. I know, is one who Is a good listener. Election Board Jobs to Women Political History to Be Made at Primary Here on April 8. For the first time In political his tory women will lie placed on the regular election board at the primary on April 8. "We are switching all women on the counting board to the regular board and putting them in as clerks." announced Election Commissioner W. D. McHugh, jr. "This change is being made because it was too great a hardship on the women to remain at voting places far into the night. Heretofore they re- j ported at noon and remained until all work was completed. Now they will report at 8 in the morning and finish their work at about 8:30 In the evening -M Mrs. Howard Kennedy will enter tain six guest* at luncheon at her home on Wednesday. “No, No, Nora” Your ear knows that this it a bit when Eddie Can tor tings it and The Columbian* fox-trot it across A-MS4 on Columbia Rec s rsrs ords. Columbia ** PmrrM RECORDS O CaiaaMa hwmd Cifaay ZIEGFELDS «■*£" Firat Famoua Ziagfald Show Heta LEON ERROL Graataat of All Comedian* in f SALLY Cm* Includes WALTER CATLETT ORIGINAL AND ONLY COMPANY. SO GLORIOUS ZIEGFE1.D GIRLS Nlfht,. $1 to S3. Met.. $1.00 to $3 50. No Phone Order,. 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FI MOM Comedv, "Th* Unreal News Reef* She can get anyone to tell her a lire, history In no time. Go out socially with the belief that you are doing all In your power to bring out the best In yourself. And then forget yourself. Meet everyone with a friendly eagerness. Stop think Ing about the Impression you make. Don't rush rvi'h everyone else for one man's attention. Be different and seek the unsought. Wants to Get Away. Dear' MU* Allen: You give exeel lent advice, so I wonder if you could help me again. It is Friday, hut I'll try my lu< k anyway, as t just can't wait any longer. I am a girl of 16. considered good looking and a good sport. Hut the fa<-t i«, I must And some work and that as soon as possi ble. but how? You see I live in the country, and no vacant job In our town, hut I would like to land something in Co lumbus. i would clerk or b» a wriitn - • anything, just so f could get away from this daily grind and meet different people. I have a ninth grade education but that doesn l take one very far these days. .Miss Allen, could you tell me to whom'f could w rite in order to find some work in the city mentioned above? Please do not throw this in the wastebasket hut answer as soon as you can. Thanking vou. I am •IFST DESPERATE. Why not write to the Columbus Tel egrani. the newspaper there. Insert a want ad for a position in the paper and send postage for a copy? You can then write to the various mer chandise stores in Columbus and to the cafe proprietors making applica tion for a po.-iti -n. You surely ougb> to have a favorable reply after all that effort. There Is really no need lo feel des perate about finding a job if you have the Inclination to work and are not just taking a job to meet different people. Think of the job first and the people later. It's World Realty Week 8 THOUSANDS I are enjoying the excep- H tional attractions at all ■ World Realty Theaters. Ig V‘k Anyone H Who Has '■ Seen It H 'l he Marvel of Bj the Screen” fl ‘DOWN TO THE I . SEA IN SHIPS” | EXTRA—EXTRA 8 Exclusive Pictures of jB SHENANDOAH I great dirigible on it* If wild flight and return. B II II I . P-^ andetille 8 |_ _J 'hotoplajs B Sensation of Europe S SARAFAN I Company of 15 j| f 5 OTHER ACTSH I Photoplays m Addition H » — JL| 'cucn-r: I “THUNDERING I DAWN" I A story of two women if fighting for the soul of B a man. B II II I I A Hit! 11 HALTON POWELL 1 PLAYERS CUD I in the screaming * musical play |j§ ‘Step Lively’ I Read What— Keene Abbott fj MM in W wrld* n|| llr raid ® It l« « nra nl the ;fjB| Kmiwm ihr-tter. urn) a hrttrr fipS enr- ihr Multon IVwrll player*. Thr aprntng tvll, a lunr with mnOr *1 rn'hrlllahtnrnta, "Mrp jp§§$ litrl'." tlttl ft rp nff »rn litrly IB tmirrtl lit thr etrnltvg thr LB plat houar nm •<* rmuiftl that B the only atatliihlr crating «pacr Cl Irft uttft rn Ihe mr,. I at UtVB'tt That T t- M< av!< Maw* REX EJIACH'S GREATEST story “BIG BROTHER” "lw rat# a put ur# lit** up to th# • tplwliwi, far »t it giratn than “Tk« Mu at I# Man >t. louii