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THE BEE: OMXHA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1912. 11 .ft .f I A gJJhe ee' SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT ' A Juror's Popsil Delays the Case Copyright. 1313, National New Ass'n. Drawn for The Bee by Tad ( Gooo mosnin-to6 i rt. r ev aM u jkt of rmi sow ( Jt vEAf J ( ' f irooawrAiSteE-N . jui.c ; - JTOW'WE I MATTE. VOU KWOvJ- HE J IM MAIOMS- , I "vJES MJEWTo V WW WM W ) HS'U tE t K J jjj fa iiiim!uuiw uii j nni Z " 1 . - bin, ii g j f J in Innii . . ' . , . I r X 1 f f SJ - - tf Fiji U NVH WHIN Ml COrtTATUir, B2sMf ntTt"- ' ' .OWrvrYlTT xrt S 3- VZ : : , : : LTl - Jm M fw I W rf ll -S-' C I!. I I " " V nrfnl rfjrtj EJ I un I I " i hii I II Married Life the Third Year Helen's Inappropriate Dress Spoils Her Day at an English Country House. By MABEL HERBERT URNEB. X' "WeH, it's mighty decent of him to invite us,", declared Warren. "Oh, yes, - I know, dear," Helen as sented eagerly. "Only its always so hard for me to meet strangers and to go to their homes tor the flay when I've never met any of . them" "What h if you haven't. Morland's been a big help to me over here. He's in i a' position to throw me in with the men 1 want to know. Besides, these ' Englishmen don't - often ask you 'out to their homes they're not any too keen on Americans. So if he wants us to come out there Sunday it's the least we san do ' to gdt" . ' He took some letters from his pocket, looking through them hurriedly. "What'd I do with that time table' he lave m? He said there was a train around 19." "Oh, would we start as early as that?" "I told you he wanted Os to come for the day; Here it is,1' taking out a small yellow folder and frowning over It. "But you can't find anything on these con founded tables. Nine thirty-five arrives vt .'Annerly at 10:48. No, that won't do, that's only on Tuesdays, Thursdays and ' Saturdays. That's English for you. You break! your neck to get a train here and find t doesn't go on that day. Here B:65. . Yes, that the Sunday train." "But dear, what shall I wear? I don't know- how to dress for a day in the country here." Y "Wear anything. Guess we'll find they are very simple people." , But on Sunday morning, when Helen started to brush the skirt of Her gray sallor-made suit. Warren asked sharply: toVyou're not going to wear that?" '"'"Why, yes, dear; it's the only suit I .iare." . "Well, don't wear it. They're alwKys making fun of the American women who 'Stone over here and wear nothing but tallor-ajade suits. Put on some kind of a dress." , 4 "But I haven't anything suitable they're all too'dressy." "Not here. The . English dress a lot more than we do. And we'll be there for luncheon." It was so rarely that Warren ever no ticed, or made any request about her clothes, that Helen felt forced to comply. She knew she would feel most uncom fortable and over-dressed, but she hur ried Into a blue changeable silk that she had brought for dinners cn the steamer. She had nothing to wear over It but her traveling coat, which looked much too heavy. "Hurry up, there," admonished Warren. "We've only got twenty minutes." ; But, Victoria Station was not far and they made the train in time. . Warren promptly buried himself In an Illustrated London weekly. And Helen, who had put on her things so hurriedly, now tried to adjust her hat and veil and "fix": before the narrow mirror In the compartment ' Under any circumstances . she would have, dreaded the day, but now she dreaded It still, more, because she felt Inappropriately dressed. There Is noth ing which so adds to a woman's discom 'ort and self-consciousness as the feeling hat she is badly gowned. When they left the train at Annerly, Mrl Morland and his son wero there In & big touring car to meet them. Warren had said the Morelands were very simple people and Helen was rather surprised it the car. She was still more surprised when after i few mil es' drive they turned in at a very beautiful place with large grounds ' and gardens. "Pine Grove lodge" was the name over the gate. 1 " The first few moments in which they were Introduced to Mr. Morland, her sister, and the three younger children, -. were for Helen most awkward. She was glad . when Mrs. Morland asked If she would not like to go upstairs at once and lay aside her wraps. A maid showed Helen up to a large bedroom on the floor above. It was a charming room filled wtih Interesting old English furniture. Helen took off her coat, feeling more than ever over-dressed, as Mrs. Morland had on only a white waist and a black silk skirt. When Bhe went downstairs again they were all in the drawing rooom. Young Mr. Morland rose to give her the chair beside his mother.' Helen would much rather have gone oer to the couch In the corner instead of being conspicuously In the center of the room. She was al ways painfully awkward and self-conscious in a group of strangers. "Is this your first trip?" asked Mrs. Morland. "Yes," this is my. first trip," repeated Helen, trying to think of somethlngto say. "I suppose you find London very dif ferent from Now York?" "Oh, very different?" loathing her stupidity. "This Is a very pleasant time of the year to come." "Oh yes. We've had a' very pleasant weather." "And I suppose you had a very smooth yoyage coming over." "Yes, it was very smooth." But here this brilliant dialogue was. Interrupted by Mr. Morland, who asked if they would not like to see , the gar den before luncheon. "Selng the garden" was evidently a part of every visit to an English home. Mr. Morland and Warren went on ahead, and as she walked alone with Mrs. Mor land, Helen felt much more at east. "Oh, Isn't this Sweet William?'' she asked, as they paused at a bed fra grant with these old fashioned flowers. "And this Is verbena! Oh, these are marigolds I haven't seen any Bince I was a little girl. And what are these these little white flowers?" "That's candytuft," answered Mrs. Morland. "But perhaps in America you give it another name." ' "Oh, no; we call it candytuft, too. I remember now we used to have beds of it at grandpa's. What wonderful hollyhocks!" "Yes, the hollyhocks did very well thin year. We've a larger bed at the other end of the garden. pinner was then announced and they went to the house. To Helen's surprise and embarrassment Mr. Morland crossed the room and for mally offered his arm to escort her to the table. The dining room was only at the end of the all, but to Helen as she walked beside Mr. Morland awk wardly holding his arm, It seemed very far away. Warren, who was never disconcerted, had quickly seen that he wag expected to take In Mrs. Morland and had offered his arm with easy grace. But Helen's face was flushed pink ' when she took thJe chair at Mr. Morland's right, which he ceremoniously drew out for her . "Isn't It rather dark in here?" asked Mrs. Morland. ' "Elsie you had better draw ud the awning." It was almost 5 when they started to leave, and Helen was afraid Warren would yield to the repeated invitations to stay for tea. N "Dear, I think we'd better go," she managed to whisper. Both Mr. and Mrs. Morland went wtth them to the station In thevcar. As they stood on the platform waiting for th train Warren Invited them In for dinner some evening next week. - "Well, they're mighty fine people,' leaning back and putting up his , feei as the train drew out. Mrs. Morland's fc nice woman. Didn't you like her, And that was a corking good luncheon thej gave us," ; ' - Helen murmured her assent, but hei ! voice lacked enthusiasm, "What was the matter with you?" at though It had Just occured to him. "You didn't have much to say did you? I san Mrs. Morland trying to draw you out but you didn't seem to scintillate." "Oh, Warren, I was so wreched In thii dress. I was never so uncomfortable Ir. my life. Oh, why did you make me weai It?" "Make you wear it? What'd I have to do with It? I told you not to wear a tailor-made suit-that's all." "But I didn't have anything else. And this oh, didn't you see it when I was In the sun? This changeable silk fairly glit tered! I never felt to conspeclous oh, It spoiled my whole day!" "Spoiled your day-fiddlesticks! It you're going to let a little thing like that upset you! But that's like you you're so full of egotism; you Imag'nt everybody's scrutinising you and youi clothes. Chances are nobody noticed what you had of NFS A WAS GETTIN SOKC.A& BILUE WAS GETTING PKIMED winvPPTUF NEW BUMS ALOW INO iifVO &HED THE fcFICD THE LARGE FAT FIGURE OF ADDlE ASTRIDE THeJRAFTgRS.feuFyS-lVl AN iNFlEL&UW SUM F6ARIN6 A BREAKDOWN WHAT DO YOU WANT OF THERE TWfc MAN HGHCR UP CHIRPED, "SUPPOSE T.R JtEPUSED TO GIVE UP WHAT HE KNOWS ABOUT TME STANDARD OIL WOULD COR-TCL-YOU?" FISH SrS? YE53RIN& m A GOOD EELl HALT! 1 iNTETtlOGUTOR.WWAT ARE YOU DOING THESE DAYS RUFbS? RUFus-165 playin baseball ItlTErJLOCUTOR- WHAT POSITION do you flay: INTERLOCUTOR -DO YOU FIND FIELD? RUFU&-OH. ITS?ICKIN UP. f - WE. WILL NOW SEE THE REFORMED DRUNKARD IN THREE REELS. YTlrTAftD 'OR ACE! halt! WHO &OETH TI46R6? T IO0ETU YOU - lD0T THOV KNowen THE Password ? THE SMALL TIME COMtDIAMS CAME OUT UPON THE STAGE AMID A CLOUDBURST OF AFPLAuae.'THEY DON'T HAN 4 A MAN IN IRELAND WITH A WOODEN LEG ANY MOJ?EPtPED j HANS. "HOW THAT AGkB J) ! H LP MAN. WHY THEY USE A ROPE CHIRPED HANS. 3VST AS THE BAND STRUCK UP THE FUNERAL MARCH THft STAGE HAND HOLLERED, 'It NEW YORK SUFFERS M0 THE ROAR OF STREET TRAFFIC IS CHICAGO iLUNOlSGU.O'NO.Stj DT?OP THAT OYSTER AND LEAVE THE WHARF!! Yea THEM WHO ART . THOU? IM THE BOOB THAT TUTTfcTH THE HOBO IN HOBO KEN r. The Rise of Business Supervision jp.'. i 'And Departing Leave Behind Us" By ELBERT In 1796 there was formed the Manches ter Board of Health. ' ' This wsa the first, enterprise of , it kind in the world. Its Intend '.was to guard the physical interests of factory workers. Its desire was to Insure light, ventilation and sunl t a r y conveniences for the tollers. Be yond this It did not seek to go. , The mill superin tendents ' lifted a howl, They talked about Interference. They barred their doors against publlo inspection. T h e y declared It was all a private matter between themselves and the workers a matter of contract. . . - ' Robert Owen, It seems, was the first factory superintendent to Invite' Inspec tion of his factory.. He worked with the Board of Health, not against it. He re fused to employ children under JO years of age. arid, though there .was a tax on windows, he supplied plenty of light and also fresh air. . t. . . n So great was the ignorance of the 'worker that they regarded th$ "factory laws as . Infringing on their rights. Ths greed and foolish fears of, the mill own-; ers prompted them to put out the good, old (argument that a man's children were his property and that for the state to dictate to him where they should work, when and how, was a species of J tyranny. Work waa good for children! Let them run the streetB? Hvtrf;''.."J Factories were built alongside or pdof.-i, houses and orphan asylumsk Paupers antf children were worked, Jlke pack mules..'- When a man who worked U orphans fourteen hours a day boys and girls from to 12 was accused of cruelty, he defended himself by saying: "If 1 don't work 'em all the time 'cept when they sleep and eat, they will learn to play and then never work." This argument was repeated by many fond parents as con clusive. ...... The stress of the times having many machines In one building all run by one 'motor power, the, necessity of buying' raw material In quantities, the expense of finding a market all these oomblned to force the' Invention of a tery curious economic expediency,. It was called a Joint stock company. From' a man .and his wife and his children making things at home we get two or three men going r i School's Begun - - - By Percy Shaw. There is quiet on the street; Almost every one- you meet Looks at every other one, And there's something queer in that. Here's the secret School's begun. Where's the racing pit-a-pat? Where the rush of children's feet? Pray behold the dozing cat In the chair where Harry sat. Look at mother's face; she feels No one tagging at her heels; Now the breakfast things are done, She can sit and think awhile; She has even time to smile. Joe's not pulling Mary's hair; There's a stillness in the air; Sort of pleasant not to call: "Give your sister back her ball." With a half an, hour to spare . Seems like heaven everywhere; Here's the reason School's begun. Wonder why it is? You know, After the first day or so, That the hours pass kind of alow? What's the reason that you look At the clock and leave your book? What's the reason that you kiss Forty times the babbling miss? What's the reason that you fold Naughty boy and fail to scold? When everything is said and ' done Here's the reason School's begun. HUBBARD. Into partnership and hiring a few of thetrj neighbors at day wages. 1 - " ' Then we get the system of "shareholdi Ing." with hundreds or thousands of peo-, pie as partners in a manufacturing entert'. prise which they never visit.; : .v j-. The people, who owned the shares were' the ones who owned the tools. Very. naturally, they wanted and expected divl- dends for the use of the tools. That ., was all they wanted dividends. . , j ' The manager of the mill held his. pool-." Hon only through his ability to make the : venture bring returns. The people who - owned the shares or the tools never saw; the people who used the tools. A great gulf lajl" between them. For the wrongs and Injustice visited upon the workers no ' one person was to blame. ' The fault was. shifted.. Everybody Justified himself. And then came the saying, "Corporations have, , no souls." Robert Owen wsb manager of a mill,."' yet he saw the misery, the ignorance and the mental Indifference that resulted from, the factory system. He, too, must produce dividends, bul-, the desire of his heart waa also to mitli" gate the lot of the workers. He; too, be-," Ueved In work for children, but It musv, , be under happy conditions and most of the time out of doors. Books were written by good men pic turing the evils of the factory system,'.' Comparisons were made between the 'oI1'a and new, In which the hldeousness of the: new was etched In biting phrase.' Some- tried to turn the dial backward and re-, vlve the cottage Industries, as did Ruskin , , a little later; "A Dream of John Bull": was anticipated, and many sighed for the''" good old times. - . ; But among the many philosophers and, philanthropists who wrestled the problem'' Robert Owen seems to have stood alone7' ' In the belief that success lay In going on,,' and not In turning back. . r He set himself to making the new con-,'-. dltlon tolerable, and prophesied a day ' when out of the smoke and din of strife would emerge a condition that Would J make for health, happiness and prosper-;, Ity such as this tired old world has never1 ' seen, . , ? Robert Owen was the world's first modi" em business man. He sympathised with1'., the tollers, and he safeguarded his cus-" tomers. He was the friend of Ms help-l ers and ihe friend oi the publicl ' . ' , ' Very naturally he was called a dream'er.v ' Borne called him an" infidel and the enemy of society. ' 'V- . : Now we call him a seer and a prophef.-tfj Copyright, 1912, International New Service, ',. ' ., , , . .. J The Manicure Lady J 'I was out In" the Bronx pastures yes terday, picking daisies," said )he Mani cure Lady. "Gee, George, butv It made me feel fine. Why is it that daisies seem like the finest flowers In the world? Maybe the reason Is that they grow out side of hot' houses,' and that the sight of them Is like looking at a clean little baby girl ail ready to go to Sunday school." "I guess you like them because they are natural," suggested the Head Bar ber. "They ain't as pretty as hot house roses, but they are kind of nat ural. I like natural blossoms, the same as I like regular men. Long ' years of this here New Tork teach me that there ain't many daisies or regular men 'left. They're dying 6iit, kid, dytng out." "But I was going to tell you about Wilfred," said the Manicure Lady. "George, it was sure kind of pathetic to see the poor kid on that outing. The old gent had panned him kind of hard In the- forenoon on account of1 Wilfred wanting an extra five dollars for 'that carfare that he Is all the time talking about; so he acted kind of verbose all the way out to the end of the car line." "You mean morose," corrected the Head Barber. "Verbose means lots of talk, like you talking all the time to me. I wish I could ever get you right on them words that expresses meaning." "I don't think you express much mean ing," said the Manicure Lady. "I don't think you cduld bring any meaning home on a dray, George, let alone expressing It. But as I was saying, Wilfred romped around like a colt In a pasture. Every daisy , that he picked for .me was ' the clew no cue for him to come over and say something sweet to 'me. He wrote about eight different . poems during the afternoon. Every one of them ' sounded a little like every other poem that he had ever wrote and a lot . more like a lot of poems that other poets had" wrote, but that didn't make no difference to my dear, darling brother. That's one of the nice things about a poet or a song writer, George. Nothing that they cop off'th other people seems ' j make them. jthlnkT less of the real beauty of the original Get this, for instance: Wilfred was set ting on the grass under a tree, with. ham sandwich in one hand and a daisyr in the other,, and he sprouts this: " Bweet bunch of daisies, fresh from the-c dell, , Kiss me once, sweetheart, daisies won't tell. Give me your promise, please, darling, do leaning, i love you. vvui, you oe truef. "He was faking," said the Head Bart ber. "That song was wrote a long time, ago." - . , f ' ' ; - ' "So was lots of other songs that WIN;: fred has wrote." aald the Manicure Idy. "That don't bother Wilfred none;., though. I guess it don't bother the song' publishers, either." . ' '. "You bet It don't," said the Head Bar ber. "The song publishers are too busy; copplng for themselves." ' ' . ... Pointed .Farajgravphs. . Babies and grievancea grow larger' with nursing. ,..... The man who shoots at random never hits the target. . , Some men work overtime trying to earn,: a dishonest living. - , .. ; It is useless to take a vacation if you are weary from overrest ' If you, would get up In the world you' might patronise a roof garden. ' . And many a man does-the things prU vately that he denounces In public A fussy woman says ' the next most . annoying thing to a man In the house Is a fly. .'. " ' : v . .,; . The world Is full of the sort of friends who take to " the woods when trouble shows up. . ' ' '? . ' , ; , The political candidate who "also ran' Is unable to see wherein the world is growing wiser. : Many a man fools himself with the be-.. llftf that hi wlnrinm la anrw.Hr,,. .- .,' tv llllu of the late Mr. Solomon. . A woman just has to worry about some body , staying out late at night If it isn't her husband or tha hired girl. Its the cat. Chicago News "