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THE BEE: OMAHA, THURSDAY, JUNE 27, 1911 fe i S4 Sherlocko the fQUKX , MR. ERLOCKO - 7H ET TOLD ne to Ym DR. WATSO Jy 31 Tf WANT TOU AT 30 MIN Smr-) T0U "f" WHERE'S The f I t,tNT W BftlNL ,A MAN S HAVING. A . FIT THE ADdSss I r MAM HAVING- A J ' fjf 1 (HBfeLOCW TO SEE S I V " ' 1 TOLD YOU FIT ? r " f I ME HAVING, a fit c hi r r - i - - w j t v m.vw v w.i int. - j i . . i If J TOU GO, UATSOJ -1 . pi J II J MAN TO CALL IN A CASE J ffIrt II Publicity and By ELBERT Copyright,. 1912; International News i Service, v Publicity eliminates pretence. The faker Icannot work ip a club. Falsehood makes for friction. Truth and love are lubricants. Where many people are Involved noth ing goes but truth. The sunlight of publicity destroys the ptomaines Of fraud. The faker withers before the fact. : As the planets are held in place through opposition of forces, so are men held In the straight and narrow way of truth 1 through public opinion. The ad clubs of America are great and important fac tors in the process of making men unionists. The ad-crafters stand for ethics in the highest sense, and also they stand for effectiveness and efficiency. The ad clubs form, in themselves, a university. The public meeting once a week for a midday lunch of an ad club will, . in . the, course ,of . a. year, evolve every member, from villager- into a cosmopolite. No man can get into an ad club and wrap his ignorance about him, and tuck In his prejudices, feeling safe and secure. Smugosity dies a-borntng. Foolishness is given the smile audible. Selfishness flies out through the window. An advertising club " is a pooling proposition. Everybody juts in all he knows, and takes 'out ail he can carry away. And what he takes away is in reality what he puts in. We keep things by giving them away. Thus we get a Foghorn By HANK. "H-o-o-ol" blew the fog horn as the Pilot entered the lighthouse and shook the spray from his sou'wester, splatter ing the water In the face of the captain, who was dozing in his favorite armchair. "Pst-st-st!" he spluttered, suddenly awakening, ana Drusning on tne water from his forehead be glared at the pilot savagely. "Keep cool," said the --visitor, "I did not mean it. It was only a little water anyway and you don't .have to look at me like a hungry dinosaurus." "A vat?" asked the captain suspiciously. "A dinosaurus or a glla monster," said the pilot; "I.. don't know much about them dinausuruses, but I do know about them glla monsters. They're big lizards that are as poisonous as snakes and live on air." "Air, nodding but air?" said the cap tain; "are you kidding mit me?" "No," replied the pilot solemnly, "that's a fact, I know, because I had a per sonal experience with one." "Dot don't prove noddings to me,"- said the captain, "but still I doand mind hear ing aboud it" "Well," began the pilot, "I had occa sion to travel through the Arizona desert once and I came upon a dried-up well about twenty-feet deep, Ite sides were nothing but perfectly smooth sand and down at the bottom was one of these gila monsters. It would walk around and then start to climb up, trying to get out. After it got up about three, feet, it would slip back to the bottom. I watched it for half an hour, climbing up and slip ping back, and then went away wonder ing how long the thing would keep it up before it died of starvation. Two years later I happened to be coming back east and passed the same dried up well. "Wondering whether any other ani mals had fallen into it, I gazed over the edge and, would you believe it, there was the same gila monster still climbing up and slipping back again." "Hm-m," said the captain, after & few moments of silence, "dot vas a pretty goot vun, but I know a bedder vun, un mine iss der truth." "Have it your own way," said the pilot good naturedly; "what Is yoa story?" "It Is about a. chicken vot, on der face of id, didn't live on noddings at all until ve found out about id. . Its name vas Peter, und , vun day id disappeared. Id vas vile I vas sailing der schooner Gret chen. Veil, after two weeks after Peter disappeared ve made port und took oud der cargo. My mate Hans vas pulling some of der cases off of each odden ven suddenly cnlcen runned out und it vas Peter. He hat axidentally become cooped up under some of der cases. Veil of Monk The Adventure of the Man with Pragmatism J HUBBARD. practical monism, or a scientific pragma tism. And pragraatlm is simply the science of a sensible selfishness or, If you prefer, call it enlightened self-interest. Pragmatism is the law of self-preservation, Illustrated by love of kind. . Righteousness Is a form of common sense. ' Business Is the science of human serv ice. , Commerce is eminently a divine call ing, and the word commercial should never be used as an epithet save by the man with a guinea hen mind. , The creed of an ad club is short and concise, it runs something as follows: CREDO. I believe in myself. I believe in the goods I sell. I believe in the firm for whom I work. I believe in my colleagues and helpers. I believe in American business methods. I believe in the efficiency of printers' ink. I believe in producers, creators, manu facturers, distributors, and in all in dustrial workers who have a job and hold it down. I believe that truth is an asset. I believe in good cheer, and in good health; and I recognize the fact that the first requisite in success Is not to achieve the dollar but to confer a benefit; and the reward will come automatically and as a matter of course. -1 believe in sunshine, fresh air, spinach, apple sauce, buttermilk, laugher, babies bombazine, chiffon, always remember ing that the greatest word in the English language is "sufficiency." I believe that when I make a sale I must make a friend. And I believe that when I part with a man I must do. it in such a way that when he sees me again he. will be glad and so will I. I believe in the hands that work, in the brains that htlnk, and in the hearts that love. ' Amen and amen. Tales course der voist ting dot ve asked mit ourselfs vas is how did Peter live on nod dings for two veeks? Den Hans, dsr mate, looked down in der place vere der chicken hat been und he sees eggs shells laying all around der place, und you ncf fer guess vot ve found." "No, I can't," said the pilot "Vy ven der chicken found out It could get noddings to eat it vculd lay vun egg a day and den eat der egg, und dot's how" "Ho-o-o!" blew the fog horn. Last Powder Train Heroes -J With the death of Jeremiah C. Donovan, marble and granite cutter, at Carlisle, Pa., the list of those who helped save the north from invasion fn 1862 by taking a powder train through to Antietam has lost its last name. General McClellan was fighting desper ately against Lee's combined forces on the field of Antietam when he discovered that powder was scarce, so that he could not use his heavy artillery against the confederate forces. McClellan telegraphed to Washington that he must have powder at once. A trainload of explosives was hastened to Bridgeport, Pa., and the Cumberland Valley railroad was requested to carry It over its line to Antietam. Volunteers were sought to run the engine. "I'll take it to Antietam or to hell," said Joe Miller, engineer, aa he stepped to the throttle. With the tracks clear for a stretch of seventy-eight miles between the Susque hanna and the Potomac, Joe Miller and his crew made record time with only two stops. When the train reacned Chambers burg the axle boxes were ablaze and Jere miah Donovan, then 1" years old, climbed aboard and volunteersd his services. He vainly tried to keep the axle boxes cool during the spurt to Hagerstown, eight miles from Antietam. It resembled a tram of fire and smoke as it pulled Into the Maryland city. The powder saved the day for McClel lan and placed the crew of the powder train on' the unrecorded roll of the heroes of Antietam. Donovan was the last sur vivor. He was a native of Chambers burg and came to Carlisle thirty-seven years ago and established a marble yard there. Philadelphia North American. I The man who pays as he goes hates to see another fellow traveling on a pass. Lillian Lorraine's Beauty Secrets for Girls How to Use Your Mirror and Other Valuable Hints. rvjw' WixiF1 thch ?o tt? 1 Sv i li 1 'I "" wVv;M( ))), T4 ?! Aw -4ft -11 fxi tJr J J Kj "v i5 S v v TV vj tf v frw IVhi fa Mh l :S'risiZj y y'jywl) fcsrtes v,Ju mb7J MISS LILLIAN LORRAINE. "I have never seen anything to admire in a woman who didn t take pains to get a good view of herself iu the looking glass." By LILLIAN LORRAINE. "I never loo!; in the glass when I do up my hair," a girl said to me once, as I was struggling to get a good look ai myself by the aid of a handglass and a large morror at the back. "No," my critical friend went on, "I could dress perfectly without any mirrors at all," and she looked at me with such disapproval that I answered quickly, "I'll take a triple mirror and all the big mir rors I can get. You probably only get a good look at yourself in shop windows you look in." That mey have been a catty remark, but she certainly looked as if she put her self together in the dark, and I've never seen anything to admire in a woman who didn't take pains to get a good view of herself In the looking glass while she was finishing her toilet and especially after It was done. A three-sided mirror is something of an extravagance, hut one good one will last you a lifetime, and you will bless It dally, for the hints it gives you on how to dress, how your hair looks, and the back view you present to the public. Most people are awfully careless about the back view; men as well as women. A man thinks he's all right as long as he's not bald on top of his head, and you couldn't make him take scalp treat ment or apply tonics to that little round bald spot which only shows at the back. Many women seem to think if the'- pow der their faces and two Inchet of the front of the neck, the back will take care of itself. Of course the back of the neck is perfectly yellow in comparison with the white front, but they have no mirror to see themselves by or, like ray critical friend, they are too proud and haughty to care how they look, and they dress by Instinct and powder by intuition. The back of the neck and the collar is a very good Indication of a girl's neat ness or her lack of It. Even a Dutch the Fit Co"'rlht' m N,t,ona' J neck will show it. I have seen lots of clean, white shirtwaists with a dingy, yellowish collar at the back, carelessly fastened with a bow or pin In front, and how many high collars have been be draggled and bent collar supports. Many women think that becuuse a shirtwaist buttons in the back a missing button is of no particular consequence. Like the astrlch who buries his head at the sight of danger, what they don't see does not trouble them. Another fearful spectacle which is part of the back view of many people are the drowntrodden heels of otherwise good shoes, and the skirt that sags at the back and is at least two inches longer in the rear than in front. But, of course, the worst sins against tidiness are committed in the depart ment of hair, for so many girls think that if their bangs are all right they can 4 trust the back of their heads to the manipulations of their fingers without the guidance of a double mirror. I often notice that front hair is well brushed and well combed, bright and shiny. On the contrary, the hair at the back looks coarse and dry and ill-cared for. Many girls in brushing their hair at night simply part the hair in the middle of the head and brush down either side of the face, making the front of the hair quite smooth and paying no atten tion to the back and under part of the hair, which Is most conspicuous when the hair is done up. To accomplish the best results in brush ing part the hair in sections or strands; have a vory little bit of salad oil or brllliantine or If you like you can use vaseline instead. The way to oil the hair is first to rub a little of the oil In the palm of the hand; rub this on the brush and then brush your hair. When I have a chance to see some other play than the one I au playing in myself, 1 always look over the heads of hair in the orchestra, and frequently wonder how many women with good eye News Ass'n. sights and enough intelligence to dress the front port of the hair so becomingly seem to utterly ignore the fact that people sitting behind them get. a good back view and have a wonderful oppor tunity of studying the various shades and qualities of artificial hair, which they so dexterously pile upon the back of their head. Artificial hair is a fearful give-away; that's one of the reasons why I am against It. It never, never, never looks like the hair that grows upon your head. If the color is the same, the quality is different; If the quality Is good, in a short while it gets that dead look tho fatal sign of the switch. Nowadays one needs very little hair to make a good appearance. I part my hair In the mid dle, make n cnl! on each side, and knot it just back of the ear. I get the double loop effect in front by means of Invisible hair pins, but one can also imp the small burettes about half an Inch long, made of tortoise shell, which come in almost all the shades of blond and brown hair, and which hardly show at all. As several readers have asked me to give them some idea of how to dress the hair, I will Just note a few of the pre vailing styles, but no one can really advlae another person, especially without having seen that person. ' One of the prettiest ways to do up hair, for a young girl, especially if the hair Is a little curly, Is to brush the hair away from the forehead In a soft pompadour, but without any rats or pad. Knot the hair at the top of the head; take a band of narrow velvet ribbon about an inch In width, lay it over the pompadour and fasten behind the nape of the neck. This flattens out the pompadour, of course, and curls and waves of hair can be brought forward from underneath and arranged prettily over the forehead, If the hair is thick, knot it at the top of the head or lower down if more becoming If it is thin and short, curl it over a curling stick, using a little sugar and water, and fasten the curls with hair pins to the velvet ribbon, dividing it Into three parts for the back and two sides. I don't aprrove of curling the hair with hot irons, especially not In hot weather. The big coronet braid or hair braided in two braids brought forward from the back, crossing the center of the head, Is always a becoming style, and the plain Greek headdress, the hair parted in the middle of the forehead, brought down softly over the sides, and knotted loosely at the back, is becoming again a favored mode of hair dressing. Drawn for The Bee by Gus Mager VVTSO,tOU'VE BEEM ON MAIN ST. OFTEN ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT NUM&ER. 30 S A TAILOR. .SHOP. BESIDES, A DETECTNe Mam to call of Sickness ! 1 SUPPOSE JOKO ON r Little Bobbie's Pa By WILLIAM P. KIRK. Thure is no use talking, sed pa to ma t to his fill thay always git restless A last nlte, this fellow Bacon was a grand old guy. You have got to give it to him, sed pa.' Do you mean Jack Bacon? asked ma, (he fellow that Is all the time taking gurls home? I doant thtnk he is so very grand. I doant mean Jack Bacon, at all, sed Pa, alt ho Jack in a good fellow. I mean Lord Bacon, the man that rote all them Shake speare plays. Thare was a lot of class to that old boy. Llssen to these lines which I se leck at random, Pa sed, from a essay about wives: Wivos 1h peculiar. Give them an Inch & thay will take a ell & give you ell too. They are as Inconstant and inconsistent as the buttercup that lisps Its morning greeting to the dandellne & then re fuses to say any moar to the dandellne all day. They are wonderful wen paid A anguish wrings our brows after wo cum hoam at nlte, & thay luvlngly smooth out the wrinkles and furrows of care with a Tat Iron. They worship thare husbands with all thare harts, espeshully wen the evening star Is point ing atj payday. Thay prepare, with thare dear,' loving hands, the daintiest viands for which they can stand off tho groctf! & butcher, & after the husband has ate ff . . ... a ."V Hv Vs I 'PI itubberlratnenng on the Amazon Selected by EDWIN MARKHAM. In Mr. Algot Lange's volume, "In the Amazon Jungle," we read an account of the rubber gatherers of the tropics, as they collect the raw material for com merce. Mr. Lange's travels lay on the boumlury between Brazil and Peru, near to the homes of the ancient Incas. The forest growth seems forced as In a hot house, vines and creepers like ropes obstruct the pathway of Interlaced roots. Poisonous animals are everywhere, and disease Is rampant. Eighty-two per cent of the inhabitants were ill in September. Gold Is abundant, but the rubber Industry is the richer. The house? are on stilts, with palm leaves for roofs. Mr. Lange describes a visit to Florets'!, on the Ite coahy river, an estate as large as Long Island: "At this morning hour In New York (Plorexta Is on the same meridian as New York) thousands of tollers are en tering the hot subways, and legions of workers are filing into their offices and stuffy shops to take their places at the huge machinery which keeps the world In motion. At tho very same hour a handful of rubber workers are passing my house, returning from their first trip In the estradas, where they have been tapping tho trees, and on their way to the huts and a frugal breakfast. "Here in the wilds of Brazil there are no subways, no worry about the 'mar ket,' nor. Indeed, any thought for the morrow. Nature supplies tho rubber trees and the 'boss' the tools to work them with; the philosophy of the rubber worker goes no farther. "A shirt, trousers and a hat are all the dress that fashion requires, and often the worker even finds the shirt superfluous. He wears a pair of over alls and carries slung over his shoulder his rifle and the little hatchet for tap ping the trees, besides a small rubber bag in which he keeps a supply of farnla and Jerked beef. "We entered the rubber field through a narrow pathway called an estrada, which led us past 100 to 100 rubber trees, as it wound its way over brooks and fallen trees. Each of the producing trees had Us rough bark gashed with cuts to a height of ten to twelve feet all around its cir cumference. These marks were about an inch and a half In length. "Alongside of the tree was always to be found a stick, on the head of which were a dozen or so of shallow tin cups used In collecting the rubber milks. Every worker has two estradas to manage, and by tapping along each one alternately he obtains the maximum of the product. "The very next morning there was a good opportunity to see the smoking of rubber milk. A Selinguero.had collected his product, and when I went to the smok ing hut I found him busy turning over and over a big Btick, resting on two hori zontal guides, btnt on both sides of a funnel from which a dense smoke was issuing. "On the middle of the stick was a huge ISN'T THE in a case YOU FOUND THERE - TKtlrS3 A NEW SUIT I actually want to go out In the evening. jest as if they didn't reely know that thare husbands has been out all day. Your old pal Bacon seems to think a lot of us girls, doesn't he, sed ma to pa. I bet his wife bad a swell time ot 't wen he was in the league, What else if anything, did he offer in the way of a knock? He wasnt exactly knocking, explained . pa. Pa wanted to git off for two (3) hours A play bilyards, A he didn't want . to git ma mad, beekaua wen ma gits mad, pa Is lucky to have his half of the twin beds. All Mister- Bacon wrote, pa sed, along them married linns, that is the part -he rote besides the part I have Jest read ' to you, la this: A married woman Is uneek In many respecks. I mite say that outside ot Utah a married woman is singular. Sho gees to a parly with you. Let us call It a card party. She starts off playing very gentel & amiable. She is so amiable that she will even let you buy her chips. Then sho loses a llttel, & you wud think It was her own munny she was losing, not yours. A woman can call herself the clinging vine & call her husband the sturdy oak, but In my opinion It Is a case of the stinging vine & the sturdy joak. Husband, sed rua, wud. you mind let ting me look at that Bacon book you are . reading aloud from? You doan't have to see the lines, sed pa, I read the lines for you, dldent I? After pa went to bed I looked at the rege of Mister Bacon's book that pa was pretending to read from, A thare wasent any of the lines in the book that he sed was In the book. Fa Is a faker. ' "" ii . ball of rubber. Over this he kept pour- . ing the milk from a tin basin. Gradually1 the substance Inst Its liquidity and co agulated Into a beautiful yellow brown mass, which was rubber in'its first crude shipping state. "The funnel from which the smoke is- sued was about three feet high and of conical shape. At its base was a fire of small wooden chips, which when burn ing gave forth an acrid smoke, contain ing a large percentage of creosote.. It is this latter substance which has the co agulating effect upon the rubber milk. "When the supply of milk was ex hausted he lifted the ball and stick on the guides and rolled it on a smooth plank to drive the moisture' out of the ' newly smoked rubber. Then he was through for the day. He placed the stick on two forked branches and put some , green leaves over the funnel to smother the fire. On top of the leaves he put a tin can and a chunk of clay, then lined ' the hole in the ground with ashes. Un der this arrangement the fire would keep ' smouldering for twenty-four hours, to be used anew for the next repetition of the smoking process. "Were I In possession of adequate de scriptive power, I could picture the im pression that this Jungle creates upon the mind of one from north; but now, as t once more sit In a large city with sky sciappers toweling above me, and hear the rattling noise of the elevated raii-road-train as it rushes past, my pen fails me and I have to remove myself on the wings of though to those remote forests. Then I can feel again the si lence and the gloom that pervade those immense and wonderful woods. The few sounds of birds and animals are, gen erally, of a pensive and mysterious char acter, and they intensify- the feeling of solitude rather than Impart to it a sense of life and cheerfulness. , "Sometimes in the mldsf of noonday stilness a sudden yell or scream will startle one, coming frera some minor fruit-eating animal, set upon by a car niverous beast or serpent. "Morning and evening the forest re sounds with the fearful roar of the howl ing monkeys, and it is hard, even for the stoutest heart, to maintain its buoyancy of spirit. The sense of inhospitable wild- erness, which the jungle inspires, is in creased tenfold by this monstrous up roar." The Readr Answer. The man next door was out early with the lawnmower. It was not a pleasant lawnmower. Its squeaks were com pounded of howls ad moans and when the man pushed it energetically it sounded like Bedlam set to ragtime. The hour was 6 a.m.- Presently a voice came down to the mower. ' "Why don't you put some oil on that infernal mower?" inquired the voice. . The man stopped the concert and looked all around. For the life of him he couldn't tell which house the voice cane from. "Because it's a borrowed one, you chortling chump," he roared back.- . v
