-° _ . "FAIRY FEIT" By A NR JOYCE “Only one week more,” rejoiced Annette. ‘Then the ocean waves" For fifty week*, of the year An nette I-awrence worked la a de partment store. Always, however, her two weeks vacation stood out es an oasis of joy, waiting for her, Mrs. Blake, in charge of Anrr ite’s department, was fml of the girl and they had rented a email apart ment together With vacation time at hand they planned to spend it as usual at the seashore. Annette’s wardrobe was simple of necessity. But what she saved on her gowns she lavished on her shoes, for Annette's feet were her pride. Small and dainty, apparent ly made to dance through life "Now, Annette, don't talk r'uop while we're here," cautioned Mrs. Blake after they were settled at the shore. "There's no knowing what rich men you may meet. Don t queer thing "Dear old matchmaker." replied Annette, "I've a'ready forgotten the store. Now I'll unpack my shoes.” They filled a whole shelf. All styles and colors, silver and bronze end satin, e.arything Imaginable hut the commons a-a kind. Then followed glorious days with tethlng and sailing aid walks and ajestas in the sunshine. Delight ful but monotonous. Then HR appeared. * dapper ptoung man woo apparently know one there and spent his time M citing en the piazza. Annette liked his looks and wlah qd she knew him. He certainly looked prosperous, perhaps even a millionaire. She took to walking Up and down the piazza frequently, nothing special happened except that her feet seemed to attract his attention. So they should, she de cided. but that was not enough. Then she trittped apparently over nothing one day Just as she was glassing him. Ocb slipper flew oft and she might have fallen only that the young man sprang up and caught her and retrieved the shoe. "‘I don't know how It happened.” Annette declared. “Perhaps It was 'd dropped out. In no time Annette Lawrencs became “Annie Laurie” and Mr. Corliss ’’’Jack.” It was after a dance one evening that Jack confessed to Annie Laurie that “the fall of her fairy feet” Intrigue! him. Then he stopped abruptly and said he was a fool, sure enough. It was the next morning that An nette found a note from Jack In her box. “Important business In city. Thank you both for many delightful h mrs.” He v.as gone and Annette crush ed beck tiio hurt In her heart. He ha l of courre realized that she was not his kind. Back In tb« city Annette’s spirits still drooped and Mrs. Blake grieved for her. But not long “Annette, cun you go shopping wl;h me tomorrow at lunch time?” she asked. “I need your help." It sounded mysterious but An nette agreed readily and the next day Mrs. Blake led her to the most exclusive shoe shop In the city. “Commonscnse shoes, please,” she explr.ine I to the clerk who came fori ard Then both his face and Anne te’s lit up. “Why, ii’s Annie Laurie!” he ex claimed. “I beg your pardon, Miss Lawrence, I moan. The young so cialite who took pity on a poor shoe sa'esman, thinking him a mil lionaire, no doubt." “'Socialite! Why, Jack Corliss, I'm a saleslady In the department store down the street. And you thought—'* “Never mind what. But that’s why I dropped out. Still, 'fairy feet’ are my specialty, you see.” “Do drop In again,” Mrs Blaka urged. “Here's our address. To night? That's fine. The common sense shoes can wait.” "Please explain,” requested An nette later on. “I saw him through his shop window yesterday and pursued him boldly,” Mrs. Blake confessed. Jack, too. confessed. "Of course, the high heels were partly to blame but a piece of banana peel placed in the right place helped. . tJwony walked over to the huge ttoik of corn that had beckoned to him and said: "How do you do?” Of course, Danny knew that corn •Ddld not talk, but everything was to topsy-turvy In this Land of Nod that anything could hapren. And sure enough! The torn spoke! It said, “How do you do, Dan »y?" and stretched out one of Its leaves, to Denny and the corn shook hands. Dana* was a polite child and he thdjglit the great stalk of corn Inohed sad like the other stalks, and he tried to think of something that would cheer up the corn. So he said, “Are you the father of all ties* other stalks?” The corn answered, “No, Danny, they sre my soldiers. I am their •le'.cral. They are tired and sad heccuse they have been marching In the hot sun all day and now they •ye hungry and thirsty and soon they will die.” “I feel eo sorry for them," said Denny. "Is there anything I can do to help?” "No, thank you,” said the Cen tral. "'There Is nothing anybody osn do " Jnst thea Danny felt a drop of wvtur on the tip of his nose and h« thought that General Corn was •r. ir.g with grief for his soldiers tn I in f•.*it very sorry indeed. IV i:,y heard from the dls'ance a sound and the sky became very dark and the soldiers looked glue i !«r than ever. *an:iy felt another drop of water, another and soon the whole fltld of corn soldiers were crying Th re were flashes of lightening g«j its thunder ber-me very loud gns, tn. General said, "Come close to me. t'’nny. so that vou will not get « 1 stool as 1 < ' a d to Ute mve coru »UUi, and . the long leaves above his head kept him urj. Danny didn’t enjoy being out In this storm, but the soldiers seemed to like It, for one of them began to whistle softly. Another Joined In, and another, until all the soldiers were whistling and singing In a chorus. Danny looked up at the General and saw that he, too, seemed very ploased, for he was smiling and nodding his head to his army. That made the soldiers more hap py, for now they swayed gracefully back and forth—back and forth to the rhythm of their song. Danny enjoyed the performance of the Corn Soldiers and they danced and whistled and sang until the clouds rolled away and the sun shone brighter than ever. When everything was bright with sunshine again the soldiers stop ped singing and dancing and now they stood straight and tall. Gen eral Corn stood taller and straight* er, too, and held bla head high, say ing to himself in a low voice that sounded happy and proud, "My Army—my grand, brave Army!" Danny thought he had been hert long enough, so he said, "ThpT.K you, General Corn, for your V'nd ne3S, and 1 enjoyed seeing /our Army, too. I think l shall go low.” "Go where?" asked the Gen *ral. "I really don’t know v here," said Datiny, as he remember id that he did not know how to gel out ot this corn field, but he knew every thing would be all right If He could find Emerald, so he asked the Corn General If he knew where she might be. “1 shall have my soldiers show yon out or here,” said General Corn, "aud then you will fiud lGiu* Braid." Geography In Stamps AI-EXAMIRETTA-HATAY Pullatelically. at least, the Syrian port of ATjSXANDRETTA at the extreme northeastern end of the Mediterranean S?a, has witnessed some rather bewildering changes. Originally a part of pre-war Turkey, this region, together with the rest of Syria, was occupied by French troops during the World War, and, subsequently, was man dated to France by the Treaty of j Versailles. In 1938 a series of twenty-six Syrian stamps were overprinted "3andjak d’Alexandrette’' (District of Alexandretta), and, later In the year, five of these provisionals re ceived a second overprint to com memorate the death of President Ataturk of Turkey. Early In 1939 the word "Hat*y" was used postal!? for the first time when fourteen Turkish stamps were overprinted "Hatay Devletl” (Government of Ha f.y). Thus no less than forty- ! five provisionals were Issued for use in this territory within less than a year’s time The latest development arices from the announcement In Paris recently of the signing of a pact whereby Hatay (or Aiexandretta) has been handed back to Turkey to which/it originally belonged. Re- ! ports from Istanbul indicate that "Republic of Hatay” stamps have been prepared but have been held back pending political develop ments. Whether these will now be issued, or whether the overprinted provisionals now in circulation will be discontinued In favor of Turkish stamps Is a question that only tima will auswer. GEOGRAPHIC ODDITIES BASUTOLAND, a British Crown Colony, is entirely surrounded by the UNION OF SOUTH AFRICA, a self-governing British Dominion. -——-.—-.—■■;-/ 1 "'Bn YAWN-CHASERS By Noonan “Quick man! Raise th’ hood, We’Ve needin' a change of oil anyway.” A UL^aj»l liiOi iLii 5 vii w nj m watts ’THE MOUNTAIN THAT WALKS” (Switzerland's Upper Glacier at Grindelwald) Not all the thrills one gets travel ing through strange lands are pro rlded by majestic palaces, cathed rals or masterpieces of art. More often, the vastness and marvel of nature herself, far surpasses any thing man can conceive. One such experience stands out lu my mind, when for the first time, I gazed at the "‘mountain that walks” near Grindelwald In the heart of Switzerland. Actually, the "mountain” is a gla eler, formed of dazzling Ice In a gigantic mass of fantastic shapes. Its size Is overwhelming and when one realizes that this great area of snow and Ice has been relent lessly creeping onward throughout the years, sweeping everything In Its path, the visitor Is Inevitably overcome with awe. (In ten jrsn s j the glacier has advanced almost SJO feet. In summer the pace ts some ten Inches a day!I As I w’alked along the winding passage to the eerie ice grotto at the far end, my observations of the silence, the weird light filtering down through the tons of ice above, were suddenly cut short by a t: e mendous crash and rumble fronj overhead. Rushing to the mouth of the tunnel in great alarm, I l^arn^d that one of the great Jagged pin nacles of ice had broken off »cd crashed down the slope of the g’a cler—Just missing the paisora en trance by a matter of Inches. And so, but for this narrow e-.cape. 1 would not be bringing you this “blood chilling'’ tale, but rather would have ended my days 1* Us coldest kind of "cold storage!’ $— -® Kelly j Miller writes about _® 1 JOHN R. HAWKINS, Church Statesman Dr. John R. Hawiins financial secretary of the AME Church, died in Washington, D. C., Aug ust 28, 1939 He was the most dis tinguished laymen of his church and during the last twenty-five years, played a dominant part in haping its policy and procedure. His influences was all the great v, as a laymen because he was •emoved from episcopal jealousies >.nd ecclesiastical rivalries. Mr. Hawkins’ life like that of he writer of this release covered he entire span of the Negro’s pro gress *mee the Emancipation Pro 'lamation. I love to think of him is a youth who grew up with the race, and Jone whose activities were integrated into every phase of its advance since the abolition of slavery. His entire active life was spent in the service of Afri can Methodism which commanded the full measure of hi.3 loyalty and devotion. He was both a pro duct of, arci a power in this self governing denomniation. John R. Hawkins, might well be called a 1 high churchman — a veritable JUNIOR PA*HlOL Ey QUIN HALL ST.'s A re>.NI MAW RVZ TM£ Vs T5 SWS'Sta? 1 ffl>iXSS IS P^O BEH*?£. DV- ' pN> , ! JvW'.O^. 'S TPy ^v i -O >7T TVe- ft •, -' i / to rsfOZ&Fi a .? i'r^.’ I «yg.«$s5 £ i f( &l.so? '• fM. w^r iz> vuArrjpfc STILL SJI6R' T &.I.40! m ?AMKD 6;a4 *TD U^* UL1 ' I'LL- HAW&T& C'3S LOAM 4AB- $1.40-' .WW ' AMD l WJ& TO ’ NTI G€T IT R16HT ^ v^DW/ t5At>-# / . F20M 3UM!0£/ / fBCWSB 70 BE CAREFUL WHEN GTOSSEM STENTS' AMD TO AID THOSE 7M TAHOE#— ®UAT uac / /HOH/SE 70 BE MAID 70 BOMB AHLiMLS WnDci?n / PRM/SE 70 GUN BRANDS MUMGty Syi£r§tSt$ / fmwsE 70 eb ttttdwrjl_ t fKOUISS 70 EX) BVEfTYTHm fOSS/BUE 7DM4RB W mEEHTS PROUD OF A*E~ ^pu e/o you DOODLE?) recently professors and psvrho! cr.ists have had much to say re garding the "character'' revealed a a person’s "Doodles" — those in - conscious little scrawls and scrib ble* one makes on newspaper mar gins. telephone pads and the like. Rut in offering this entertaining series of "Doodle-bug” beads. w« claim nj ultericr motive We pre fer to think that most folks just ‘doodle” for fun! S* go to it with a soft pencil, and see uow many varied and atnosing expression* *nd types you can create fro® th* ■tmple outline heads which wtH appear In this paper. Remember. tt'» the latest pastime, and “Every body's Doodling It!” lie scandal. It must bo said for Joh» R. Hawkins, however that although he inherited this unfortunate sit uation, yet he maintained through out his many sided activities his character of high personal probity and unlainished integrity. Al though he was chairman of the Negro contingent of the Republi can party with the sanction of his church, he never allowed him self to receive one cent of com pensation for his services and never accepted the proffer of pol itical office. His chief effort was to secure through politics the rights of his race and patronage for the members of his church, thereby increasing the prestige and influence of his denomination fohn R. Hawkins was a die-hard Republican and believed in the motto of Frederick Douglass, “the Republican Party is the ship, all else is the sea.” It is to the discredit of the Christian world in general that during tho past fifty years more stress has been laid upon secular affairs than upon sacred things The AME church unfortunately has followed in the wake of this worldly tendency. Greater ap plause has acquainted the report of dollar money than the redemp tion of souls. As result, the spiri tual life of the AME church dur ing the past twenty-five years has been stationary if not retro grade. It is certainly unnfortunate to a man of the capacity equip ment and consecration of John R. Hawkins should have his energies confined to serving tables rather than directly affairs which look to Godward. Thus passes, into history the work and worth of John R. Haw kins who devoted his energetic career with an eye single to the broad welfare of his people in general and the peculiar interest of the AME Church. I present the worth and work this educated op r.ght son of the race as example worthy of imitation by aspiring young men who are to come after tyim.