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THE BEE: OMAHA, "K3DXESDAY, JiTXE 12, 1912. 13 SILK he fiee'g e If. Q) i i i v ire f)a HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT The Judge is One Severe Person Copyright. 1911 National News Assn. Drawn for The Bee by Tad S 77: X V-STcpne- J who put that- iwcoHoeMcj- ) ?, A ) H2f3 ifi A CAN . ' I s v ; banana Pea. on fiaoISil w ' fe . (UK nAaS '7 V -m jSHld vU-7 r I theJ-S iLx J$82Li- AND 00V0O KNOW- QooarAHOer f . JL. tA 4 t WAUfk NflsrAs .yv banana quick h- III 1 ' ' ' " ' l Yearning for Mother-Love By WINIFRED BLACK. j? A littl girl, i: years old, killed herself in Louisville the other day because the ;had no mother like other Httle girls. S i fihi hoI a innifAftahU VirtiriA. ffrtnd ! clothes, plenty to eat and nobody to be cruel to her, and . nobody taunted her '.with her dependence upon relatives. And yet she could not , bear -to live be ' eause she had no nother like other ! little girls. So she , crept away to a . lonely outhouse and died, lilce a ! sick dog.' alone. PoorMlttle thing! I Poor Httle- lonely, j heart-sick ' thing! I She could not live without love. I wish I lived, near where she lies now, I'd make a pilgrimage to her for lorn .little grave and cover it thick with rosfcs, and at the head of the grave 1 , would put a thriving plant, and all along the sides It should grow pansies. And whenever I saw a woman unkind to her littleV thoughtless. helpless, heedless girl, ' or hard to her clumsy, awkward, hobbledehoy of a boy, I'd take nor out to that poof little grave'and "tell her 'he story of It Maybe it would make her stop and think. v -i I wonder if she was 'homely, the little girl who died because She had no nutter ; like otSier girU. Freckled, perhaps; , sandy-haired. Mayfte her teclh were be ginning, to shed,., and she didn't, know What tj do with her hands and couldn't manage her queer feet just light. Mother, would never have notice! these thing ' .Mother 'would have seen flic beautiful gold lights in her sandy hair a:.d It would not have been sandy to mother; It would i have been auburn or tawny. Mother would have known that the reason she freckled was became her skin was so white and delicate, and she i woukl have contrived some kin l of a jl.ttle collar opening at te neck, just the ; tiniest bit, to show the white, delicate throat that would hava ciia.ir.red the ' whole look of the ciiil !. Arid mother wduld ljave seen that the big feet were ,well shaped and only looked bis because i they liad grown ahead ofhe Blinder, t growing body. Mother would 'have known how much tit made the little girl suffer when people laughed at those feet, and nobody would have laughed at them twice when mother was around. What would you give today, when you have faced the battle of life bravely: you. who have fought man-fashion with man-troubles, for some one to believe In you, as mother did when you were little and ran home and told her all about It. as sure of her love as you were sure of life itself? , There was one only who understood, no matter how foolish' you were, right or wrong, wise or foolish, a failure or a success. Oh! If you could call her back out of the" twilight, how she would glory In your little triumph, how she would grieve with you at your disippolntment. If you could just forget all you have taken so much time to learn and' just creep right into that mother's arms again and tell her all about what It is that hurts you so. She would find some way to help you, some way to comfort you, some way. to soothe the dull aching of your heart, if she only held you in her arms again and sang to the you the old songs she loved. "By Cool Siloam's Shady Rill" was that It, the old song she always sang to comfort tired little souls? "How Fair th Lily Grows Oh! fair and fair the lilies grow in many a shaded place. 'And tall and white they stand." "How fait the lily grows the hills of Sharon's dewy j-ose." Did your own heart ache, I wonder, when you sang, oh, loving singer of long ago. And did you hold your voice by the staady effort of your loving fondness lest the tired, pujizled little child in the shelter of pur brooding love should hear and guess that you, too, were sorrowful." Sharon's dewy rote." Oh, mother, mother, if I couid hear that eld song In your sweet voice the whole world would change for me, and I would hold up my tired 'head again, comforted and sus tained. She died because she had no mother like the others did she, poor little girl. Pansies, forget-me-nots, little, sweet, old fasiiioned roses. I hope someone who has known the love of a real mother will plant these humble llowers on the grave of the littla girl who died alone, and water them and help them to spring into grateful b'oom. And perhaps the child some how will know and be grate ful when she is at rest with the mother who bore her, s' m Jar ID R AT ME R Be 3uT Wit i aa THAN 0T3 0 OTHEE THNCrS TILL VOU CJWIT DENK IN& SttOftT 5TpJ - 7Ax UNO 0N3 AND OONT OOr POOR iSV Took, one tONtJ Slant amo THe-N GEDttbG BONUACrtf) OUT rwe DOOk HOW UN k fvnhea,tmake6 bread DOE A KAGr-A- AAUFPl ek ? That Gov Ukfi A HAM ON A HOOK JOE ROOTM HAft BCErV OOY W0600V SEEAW OAPPy OV M (3 5EVCefS. ME MAO JUST SEPARATE!) mM3ELP PfcOM MIS L.A5T mCKSL FOft PACKAGE 0 THB MAKINGS HAT AVO COAT ON 7M $l& span A apc pamooj 6v moto Man on a trollv MOWtfi AT fP THCeow) A LC S6U fofe Roost? veu RJft WHOM WILL eiJHC ROOT SME MAO A FAT SISTER SO THGV C AiLeOHSB LENA. AT AN eAfclV AjrE SHfeAP TO AEN HEE OWN K A3 Ml IAFTE f? MAN TRIALS AND ONE MI6MT A WILD Ptffrfl THIS i Nf Ak.f " IP A ffAiaONEP. SkiRks jRAB that man a BORCrtfELAE TM6H-B6 G-o-o men fiu-i 8o y Bur DATH itV TMB WAl-LEV r Little Bobbie's Pa J- By WILLIAM P. KIRK. The first time I ewer saw Pa- Jellus was nite befoar last. The reeson Pa dosent get jellus eesy Is beekaus every time he looks In the glass he thinks a llttel better of hlsself than h did the last time he looked In the glass. But nlte beefoar last my old gent was kind of un-eesy. The reeson was that Ma had com pany & among them wlch wa present was a yung poet. He was the finest looking yung man that I vvr aw. He was about six (6) feet tall & he had grata big dark eyes A hair, kind of long The Late& Dances and How to Dance Them The Manicure Lady i "Brother Wilfred got pinched yester day," said the Manicure Lady. "The j poor boy was that hysterical down at the jLudlow Street jail that the warden had to take away his penknife that I gave him jon his last birthday." "I didn't know that your brother was a- criminal," said the Head Barber. ! "What's the matter with New York, any : way?. Is. everybody going wrong?" 1 "My brother ain't no criminal," said the Manicure Lady. "He is one of the dearest "boys that ever Jived.' This was 'a case where he was just careless. It was s6methlng about complimentary pro ceedings, or whatever they call. It. George, what Is complimentary proceedings? J have heard a lot about them." "It ain't complimentary proceedings," replied the Head Barber. "You mean supplementary proceedings. It meanp 'that a little lawyer five feet six can bullyrap a big defendant six feet five He can ask him if his father and mother have money. He can ask him If his wife works for a living, and, if eo, how much she makes. He can ask him how much his necktie cost, and all that sort of rot. The only good thing about sup plementary proceedings Js that they don't bring home the bacon one time in a thousand. Well what about Wilfred?" "The poor" boy got a summons' to ap pear In them proceedings," answered th? (Manicure Lady, "and being that he is as forgetful as a base ball bug, he forgot to ; show up in court at the right time. Then the little lawyer served another pape on him, something that was like an order to show cause why he should not be pun ished for contempt of court. Wilfred for- got about that, too, end the next thing he knew was when a deputy sheriff camp iup to the house and grabbed him when he was right in the middle of a sonnet. "Wilfred wanted to wait until he had wrote the last six lines, but the sheriffs assistant doesn't care nothing about po etry, I guess. Anyway, away goes Wil fred, and It took all the influence that the old gent has to get him out of tha'. 'there Bastile." "I don't like to see a kid like your brother getting to be on the crook or der," observed the Head Barber. "What In the world do you mean?" demanded the manicure lady. "If I thought my brother did one-tenth of the sneaky little tricks that I see you get ting away with around here, he couldn't live under the tame roof with me. Take yesterday for instance, George. You know that little simp that came In here with a haagover and asked for a shave once over. You seen right away that he was sleepy, and you soaked him for a dollar's worth of work before you got through." "He nodded his head when I asked him if he wanted a haircut," said the head barber, guiltily. "lie didn't do no such thing!" de clared the manicure lady. "When he got in that chair he said good and plain that he v.unted a shave once over and nothing else. After you had shaved him onco over, and he was sitting up in the chair, you asked him if he wanted a haircut, put your hand on the back of his head and pushed it forward so it looked Just as if he nodded 'Yes.' Why don't you pick oot a wide-awake man once in a while, George? I'm wise to you and your curves. Don't ever dare to call my brother a crook again." Questions in Science Their Answers Q. "What is an Internal combustion engine?" A. An engine where combustion occurs within the cylinder, In gas. An external combustion engine Is where coal or gas Is consumed outside, as under a boiler. Q. "Would It require more pickets to build a fence over mountains than on a plain, tho pickets to be set at equal dis tances apart and to stand plumb?" A. One mile measured over the .sur face of mountains would require an equal number of pickets in a fence to those In one mile on an exact line, always pro viding that the plrkets are perpendicular to the bottom rail of the fence and . at equal distances apart. A mile is a mile wherever measured. Here U a dance that li rapidly becoming the rage In all the sum mer dance halla. ,: Anybody who can danc the two-step can easily learn the advanced steps told of In this article, ' It Includes all of ths novelty movements contained In the bunny hug, but Is a strictly hot weather dance, as but few of the steps require any Increased exertion. The girl who is graceful can become an expert in the "flying two step" without difficulty, if she has a good dancer for a partner. a ft, WM (Specially posed by Jack Clifford and Irene Weston of "The Winsome Widow" Company.) The small picture at the top shows a body ciap in the dance assumed during regular two-step movements; the center picture the position taken immediately before performing a "flying irele," and the bot tom picture ibe dancers at arms' length in the finish of the uliiil A Summer Ball Room Favorite "The Flying: Two-Step." By IREVE Tha two-step Is the moat popular dance In America. If you don't believe ma ask the orches tra leader or tha bandmaster or the pian ist who plays for parties, balls and dances. But to danca the two-step the asms way all the time gats to ba tiresome, and that Is why ao many new atepg have come up and why the new dances have had such a vogue In ball rooms as well as on the stage, Of the many variations on this popular rflance, the one Illustrated here, tha flying two-step Is perhaps the prettiest. At all events It Isn't very difficult, and If one Umbers up enough beforehand and Is used to dancing there is no reason why any fairly good dancer can't get through It with credit- Take a goou two-step time any of them, new or old, lend themselves per fectly for this dance-and begin with a moderately slow dance In the ordinary way. The partners should be facing each other, of course, but holding to each other loosely, with enough apace be tween to allow of the nxt step. Here you go on with the same two-step, but throw tha foot In the air between the steps, glylng It a vigorous kick. Now, continuing this kicking, dip down as you raise the foot. com partners snouia rsce the same way, as It Is almost Impossible to danca this step in tha regular dancing posl tlon. Facing forward once more, the man slips his arm around the back of tha gin s waist, takes her left hand and olasps her right hand in his right, hold ing it about as high as his chest They two-step up and down the hall In a sort of chassee very much like a gallop. Suddenly letting go of her right hand, the man clasps her left hand tightly. She dances away from him to arm's length. With a sudden Jerk on tha first heat of the bar ha draws her toward him and she dances around In small circles until his arm Is circling her waist again and they are once more In the ordinary, position for the two-step. The circling can only be done with practise, but It is very effective and has Its proper placa In tha ball room. On the stage, of courae, one gets atart llng effects by circling aa fast aa pos sible, winding and unwinding with In credible rapidity, ao that the girl looks like one of thoae balls In the cup and ball game. You don't have to do It fast, however, as long as you keep In perfect time and rythm. With a Httle practise you can make a good many variations on the old-fashioned two-step. One of these la the position Illustrated here where the man stands just a little behind his partner. By reversing tha step, dancing to the side and then forward and back, all kinds of pretty figures can ba evolved, and this flying two-step makes a very pretty, simple cottilllon feature. Each couple should dance around the hall once, a prize going to the best dancers or those whoa steps war most original. One figure in tha flying two-step occurs after the partners have gone baek ta the original dancing position. Suddenly the man deserts bis partner, dancing away from her to a distance of about ten feet He continue danoing, but without moving away from the spot, while she begins to clrole around and around, always In step to the music, un til she lands back in her partner's arms. This Is a very pretty flgura and shows oft the grace and agility of both danoera to best advantage. To dance these figures one . must be vary Ught on the feet and on cannot Wan h talked It sounded like muslck & ha talked enuff. Ma & all tha ladles made a fusa oaver him. Pa & the other three gentlemen were fat, but they are all good fellows, anyhow. Thay didn't like it, the way all there wives waa mak ing up to the poet. I think divine poetry is simply grand, sed Ma. Husband sed Ma., dosent this boy reemlnd you of Lord Byron? I doant know, sed Pa, I newer seen a good picture of Byron. Oh, but he does, sed Ma. Mister Leegrande, sed Ma to the poet, won't you reeslte us sum of yure poetry? 1 shall ba dealighted. sed Mister Lee grande. Here Is a llttel thing that I rota one nits up in the Bronx A then he reeslted: Night, oh Night Wunderful Thy touch When o'er ub all thy mantel falleth soft Brings peace and holy calm and rest from care. Night Wunderful. Sweeter than garish lay all Thou comcst as Night shud come, aarK ana sort And eabte-eweet. Oh Night, deep, solemn Night. Isent that simply divine? sed all of tha ladles. It was kind of dark that night, wasent It, sed Pa. How did you find your way horns, Mr. Legree? My name Is not Legree, sed the poet. My naim is Leegrande. I bag your pardlng, sed Pa. Wen you was pulling all that, dark stuff I guess It made ma think of Uncle Tom & that made me think of Simon Legree. But doant you care my boy, sed Pa. Have you got a nice light poem that you wud Ilk to tare off. Me & my frends will stand for It, sed Pa. My poems are all aeerlus, sed Mister ultimate goal too fast to be frlvolus, he sed. Forget about Destiny & ultimate goals, sed Pa, reoaite us a funny poem so we can all git a good smile. I guess you had enuff good smiles to day, aed Ma. Let Mister Leegrande ree slte the kind of poetry that true poets rite. No sir, sed Pa. Tomorrow Is the first or the montn, with a months rent to. ttfltr A hlltntlAS JkV si ctiswas fn maa X7Ua wa want tonlta Is a funny poem. If yure long-haired frend cant reesita one, listen A hi.- A treetoad sat upon a branch, Out on a Arizona ranch A cowboy who was pigeon-toed Along tha narrow path then rode. While he toed in that cowboy grim Tha treetoad In aa well as him. Nobody laffed axcep Pa's men frends. The poet looked at Pa a minnlt, kind of sad & then he took hla hat & went away, I think Pa is a better poet than them regiar poets oeexau fa gets ms neck shaved. Bishop Blames Mta Hair. Father William J. Dalton of the Annun ciation church, Kansas City, tells this story of a Catholic bishop well known in ' that locality, but at request, nameless her: The bishop Is a large man with hushy black hair," the priest relates. "He often on hla tours through Kansas wears a silk hat. His crosier he carried In ' a large leather case. "Recently In a jerkwater Kanaas town whero silk hats are scare except on the, heads of traveling musicians, the bishop was Just alighting from hU train when the negro porter appeared at the car door waving his crosier cane. " 'Hey boss!" the porter called, "f reckon you all had better take yo fiddle wlf you. De company Is not 'sponsible fo' packages left In da seats.' " afford to be awkward for a second. I think that the more our girls and boys learn of graceful dancing, the more eisy they will be in manner and deportment. So many pretty girls are awkward, and the quickest way to overcome this Is to study some of the modern dances. Everybody knows the two-step. The flying two-step 1 have described Is a variation of that dance which anyone who is Interested can learn. I have omitted the hard steps and acrobatic feats which are only flted for. the stage. Dancing, among other excellencies, has tha merit that It Is movement from which all haphazard and accidental wavering must be excluded. Each motion must . ba definite and clean cut. Once a dancer btgins to shake or "wobble" grace de parts and so doe the confidence of the onlookers. I don't know how you feel about It. but In warm weather the pressure of the hands ta moat uncomfortable, so my partner and I manage to hold ' to each other without the pressure of hot sticky fingers, the ruination of all good white gloves. When we are doing the ordinary . two-step I- have may arm on . Mr. Clifford's shoulder and his arm 13 , around my waist, but we keep our hands free except when It Is absolutely nec essary as In circling of the flying tor- ward step.