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THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1912.
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SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT The Judge NeveHJetstoi
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Married Life the Third Year
Helen Clears Out the Closets, but Finds it Hard to Throw
Things Away. .
By MABEL IlERUEHT UltNEB.
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"Do you want thee boxes, ma'am?"
"Tes, get everything down from those
shelve while you're up there."
Deita handed down tne rest of the
boxes, then climbed
heavily from the
rather shaky step
ladder. When she bad
gone back to the
kitchen Helen sat
down on the floor
and began opening
up the things. What
a lot of stuff! What
could she do with tt
allT " While their
"new apartment
would have more
rooms, the closets
were smaller, and
she must condense
and throw away.
The first box was
filled with old hat
trimmings, too good to throw away, yet
would she ever use them? Here was a
black wing from a winter before last hat.
It was an expensive wing and Just as
good as new. ' ' p
And here werei those krvely silk roses
from that summer hat aha had bought
at Allouise's. She handled them almost
affectionately. It had always been such
a becoming hat 'Surely she could use
these roses on something else. And these
were the lavender plumes she had In
tended to have dyed. .
In all that box there was, after all,
nothing she could throw away. The next
was a roll of patterns. At least she
could make away with some of those.
' A skirt pattern tied with, a bit of blue
and white foulard the material she had
used. How could she ever have thought
'that full pleated aklrt attractive? this
was the waist that went with tt What
b!g sleeves and wide revers! A kimono
..pattern she would keep that. Kimonos
were always about the same. .
Cut when she tied up the pattern pack
age, St was much smaller. That much
she had gotten rid of, and the tissue
jpaper would be good for packing.
The next was a shoe box. Those beaded
slippers shs had bought at a salt for
II. tt. They had seemed small, but the
clerk had assured her that with thinner
how they would be Just right : Tet even
.Z.wlth her sheerest silk stockings they had
still been too small, and she bad never
worn them.
. She took off her shoe to try one on
now. It was tighter than ever. Were
her feej getting larger? Helen had al
ways had a very email foot 2V4B. And
the thought that she might now have to
wear a t was far from pleasing.
The slippers went back Into the box.
The only person ahe knew who could
wear her shoes was the washer woman's
little glrL But aalr of high-heeled
beaded slippers would be hardly suitable
for her. Perhaps some time she would
find some on" who could wear them.
The next package was small and neatly
wrapped. She felt It Inquiringly, pome
of these things had been, packed away so
long, she had forgotten what they were.
Oh. yes, that sofa cushion cover sb
had never finished. It was made of
tufted squares of Bilk, but It looked ab
surdly Id-faehloned npw. Styles change
in sofa cushions as In everything else.
Tet there was the silk and cord and alt
the work she had put on It Perhaps
Delia would like it. She called her from
the kitchen.
"Delia, hre's a sofa cushion you can
have It you think you can finish It It'll
be nice for your room." .
But Delia was never grateful for any
gift She never seemed to appreciate
anything. And when she took this with
an ungracious. "I ain't got much -time
for fancy work," Helen turned back to
her boxes, once more vowing ahe would
never give Delia another thing. She al-
ways regretted it tt always made' her
uncomfortable.' ,
A roll of leather trunk straps Wed
together with a couple of shawl straps
And she had "thought them lost! They
Isad looked everywhere for" these when
they went to Europe. She laid them 'aside
to be used in moving.
A cumbersome brown "pap! bundle
she opened up one end. Her gymnasium
suit. What could she do with that? She
would never need if, and as'ye't'she had
f'rtind no one to give It t.
And so one thing after another she
unwrapped and wrapped back again
Mot of them she would probably never
umi. ,t3rt they were too good to throw
There is nothing more discouraging than
at. overhauling of Closet shelves and old
trunks. And Helen'a mind was never one
of prompt decisions. She had always to
hover over and anguish about a thing
before shs could really decide what to do
with it Bo now she was apendlng a
whole afternoon and making- but Uttls
progress.
When aha opened the bandbox with her
winter hats she forgot how late It was
The black velvet would have to Ds re
blocked and tha crown made lower
How would that black, wing look Instead
of thta feather?,
Again she opened tha box of trimmings
Before aha realised it she was trying the
effeot not only of the wing, but of most
of tha other trimmings on all of the three
hats. . ; .
What a lot of time she was wasting!
Hurriedly aha put back tha hats and
trimmings, guiltily conscious that this
was not helping to clear out tha closet
She could plan her winter millinery some
other time. Now she must get these
things straightened up. So again she
lashed herself back to tha difficult and
depressing task.
-"Hello, what's this! Well, you do look
a sight" . .'.,..'-.,
"Oh, Warren, I didn't know you wars
coming so early,", and Helen rose hastily
painfully conscious of her . soiled wrap
per and disarranged hair and of tha Ut
tered, floor about her.
"Nice mess you've gophers. Golnn' to
throw avy all this truck?" .
Some of It." weakly, "Oh. dear. It's
so hard t decide Just what to throw
away.'1- '
Hard? Weil,, it wouldn't be hard for
roe. Wouidn t take me long to clear
out that stuff. Tou'd look better It
you'd rub that smudge off your nose."
Helen retreated hastily to the mirror.
Oh, she was a sight! And she could
never' bear for Warren to see her at a
disadvantage.
"Well, you're not going to fool around
here and make dinner late, are you?" he
demanded, j , .
"Oh, no dear. I'll Just shove these
things In the bottom of the closet and
go over them .tomorrow," v
"Huh, end waste another day? Finish
It up now you've got half an hour,
Chuck most of 'em out Tou want to
keep everything that's the trouble with
you." . ' 1 '
."But, dear, there's so many Clings you
can't throw away. Here's some things
tor Instance."
"What are they? Trot ,'em out? I'll
show you how to make way with things."
Well, here are your, boxing gloves.
Tou don't want to throw those away,
do you?" ... .
"Should say not. I ought to take up
boxing again. What's this?", as she
handed him another package. 'Those
buckskin leggings? That's a fine thing
to have it we ever go camping."
Without comment Helen handed hlra
two other packages.
"By Jove, that's the cigar box I won
at whist What'a It doing packed away?"
"Why, dear, you never use it Tou
said It didn't keep the cigars motet
enough, and we can't have so many
things lying around."
"Well, I want this kept out I may
use it Now, what's here?" aa he un
wrapped a pair of ice skates., "Leave
these out. too. Keep my things where I
can get at them!"
"But Warren, you haven't skated since
we were married.'? n
"What of it? That's no reason why I
never. will, is It?" '
"Well, here, dear,' is a box of your old
college pictures, flags - and things.
thought, maybe, you " might look these
over and throw some of them away.
4'WeIl, you thought wrong. If you've
got. enough room for all your rubbish,
guesa ' you can' keep-' a few college sou
venirs of mine." v
Helen looked up triumphantly. "Now.
can't you understand, dear, how hard it
Is to throw things away? Don't o!
see you've wanted to keep all If your
things?" ;. ..;
''My things? Oh, k'e icr things you
want to throw away That's it Is It?
Just like you! Tou cram the whole place
full of your Junk thin can't "find room
for anything of mine."
And he strode angrily Into his room,
leaving Helen to hastily shove the things
back Into the closet anyway, to clear
the floor. '
To try to show him how unfair and
how unreasonable he was sh4 knew the
hopelessness of that So she swallowed
the lump In her throat stifhng her sense
of resentment aa beat the could, and
hurried in to dress for dinner.
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THAT PUT
THE1 PATCH
Iti DISPATCH
By Nell Brinkley
Copyright 1912, National Mews Assn.
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The Greatest Tax
By ELBERT HTJBBARD.
The greatest tax on humanity is not the
tariff, war, strong drink, tobacco or or
ganized superstition. These are all bad
enough, but there is a tax more terrific
than any of these, and that Is the tax
placed upon efflol- ,
ft!'.''; .
ency through inef
ficiency. ,
If 90 per cent of
our people are 31)
per cent inefficient,
and 10 per cent are
totally inefficient,
as Harri n gton
Emerson, : L o u I s
BrandeU and Koger
Babson say, figure
out - the increased
burden that falls on
those who are able
and willing to work!
The number of
workers who go
ahead and do the
thing when they
are told once is not
large most people have to be carefully
supervised In order to get results. '
Inefficiency comes from mental inde
cision, with physical weakness and wrong
education as a causative base.
The success or failure of a business in
stitution turns on its organization. Wise
organization minimizes the cost of super
vision. It makes it easy for all to do right
and difficult to do wrong. .
According to Fourier, each employe
pays for his own supervision. This is
true up to a certain point and as a theory.
But actually jthe theory fans down in the
case' where 'ah employe does not earn
enough to supervise himself; then the
tax falls on the-concern. Just as In in
dustrial schools the scholar may earn
someming, oui me aencu ia maoe goou
by his parents, awHo pay his tuition and
board.
In most prisons the prisoner does a cer
tain amount of useful work, but seldom
does he earn enough to pay' his Way. The
balance is made up by the state. In all
Ineona oovlllma (ha n n t on t a ... cmrMVlttAf)
to work, and 'some do.' But If a patient
can do enough work to pay h la way he
is discharged as cured.
The only reason for sending a man to
either the penitentiary or insane asylum
is that society finds it cheaper and more
expedient to keep, him Inside the. walls
than to. let him run at large. '
Every big store, shop, factory and rail
road has a certain number of helpers,
who not only do not earn what they are
paid, but who form a tax on the concern.
They may be high up or In the reai;
ranks no difference. If you get enough
"workers" who do not work your concern
is beaded for the rocks. It will not do to
say that every employe pays for super
vision. Some do, of course, but there are
many who can't And the cost of. the
supervision of such is thrown on the In
stitution, and eventually Is paid for by
that ubiquitous person, "the Ultimate con
sumer" that's us. '-:,, ' i"
All idlers, all professional reformers, all
"educated fools" all inefficient men and
women are supported by society. In one
form or another.
The fact that they have no visible
means of support makes' the man invls-
Ihla whn annnorta them, but we are all
contributors to their board and keep, ,., '
The task of civilization Is to eliminate
the. social parasite. And the recipe ,1s:
Educate tor usefulness, not for honor.
Copyright. 1913, International Newa
oervito.
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The Manicure Lady
HE'S A LUCKT MAN, WHOEVER HR IS
"Father was on his high horse again
last night," said the Manicure Lady.
"The old gent has been that way s,o much
of late that anybody would think he never
dismounted a rough rider or something
of that kind. '' '','' ;
"As usual, George, poor . brother Wil
fred was the fall guy,' aa we are learn
ing to say at the church sociables. He
made the old gent sore by laughing at a
song dad wrote for a meeting of the new
lodge he bad joined. The name of the
song is "Brotherly Love Can Never Fall,
Because It Is the Best of All The only
reason that poor brother Wilfred laughed
was because this new lodge that they
draggp.d father Into isn't a regular lodge,
ono of the fine eld lodges It is a lodge
called the Moonshiners, composed of one
organizer and a lot of yeggs. That's one
thing I've got against the old gent lie
is all the time getting in wrong.
"If a lodffe started tomorrow that was
made up of the fifty finest citizens In
New York or anywhere, father would be
sleeping too late in the morning to get
up and Join It; but amy time there is a
lodge or a club rtartod whcee criocinal
object Is to k7; honor and &aobey all
the laws cf reveler good fcUoirehip, the
old, gent la one of the first men there,
with beTs oa. It atat that be wants to
be wrong, George, becau&e txj dad is
Cnc, but he Is alt the time wlta then hei
bars and trying to aid itlissei: isto thmk-
inr tfcet they sre Roofl boys. That's a
lwi! rsrt Getrse.' :
'WcS." said tl Head Barber. sr!ttt
"Ch. tec 8CDg TTSS 3o HL3Cfc. tlllA
the araofcmrc Lady, "tecazse ft ted a K
of StatenaT stefT K. tost WTt&ei tSSOeS
he -& aaea aJroot tte wvy tSat r aaa
Hi tegetltec. I font tSinft fltttsr ffiil
a tst. 3ao st fibrt. feet mcy I &ct a
wni eamr Jsj. TMs at t?D wy U
ftsi txsb cad caesrn went- fH M3 It
t jncai. anst tfcraa, nairt. yuo can eztSez
St Sot an sr I eta 1J to get WO-
'"'rvar rsvrt o 6a trnfty V
TTSUfc fcfcsotirt fmpimity . '
la ajrr eld cuemmmiltyt
f tsoJiArtr tent
niKfed rsml tfre Eoip rooni tables,
ve- scrfre imrcb sa w ere able.
Ta tWak f whtt Cafn o'id to Abel
&ore brothertx saver ' '
"Tou can't go any farther with that
son;?," said the Head Barber. "I belong
to the Eagles, and I won't stand for to
hear anything said about a lodge." '
"I ain't knocking no lodge," said the
Manicure Lady. "I was only telling you
what the old gent wrote, and he meant
It on the level for a boost, too." i
"If-he meant that to be a boost for a
lodge," said the Head Barber,. "I don't
blame your brother for picking it to
places. As tar as I know, that is the only
good thing your brother ever did,
little' Bobbie's Pa,
By WILLIAM P. KIRK.
pal per the other day, sed Ma to Pa wen.
we' was having our brekfust, wich toa'd
how every father shud maik a chum out
of is son & tell him how to succeed in
the grate battel of life. "
The artlckel must , have , been a good
one. sed Pa, beekaus, after all, it Is the
father that shalps the desUny of his
child. The mother cannot know what
the father goes thru. Pa sed. , ' .
, Tou must have went thru a ttttet today,
sed Ma. Tou had ten dollars wen you
left the house last nlte, & this morning
wen I was looking for a farthing to tip
the boy that brought the eggs all I cud
find was a groat. A groat ain't much
to find out of ten dallars, sed Ma. What
did you do . with all the? other littel
groats?, , ' , ,.
I had to pay um bills, deerest luv, sed
Pa. If I had not had to pay the bills I
wud have had more munny than' I hal
after you had went thru my pockets,
sed Pa. . .
Tou are giving that, word had a merry
game, sed Ma, & it mite have rung true
to me If you had sed it a few less times.
Do . you know, husbsnd, sed Ma, you are
what I mite call a had husband. Tou
had so much munny on a certain day &
didn't have it to show the next day. - Ton
had a chanst to rite a comick opera until
the producers got a other man. Tou had
a bank account onst. Tou had a ehanst
one time to marry a heiress. , , 1
. Why doant you stop being, a bad' guy
and be a 'have husband? Have a home,
have a automobile, have sum horses A
stables & have sum sects to the opry,
eta' Thats the kind of a person to be if
you want to be a reglar married man & a
noable husband ft father. Tou can do
it if you want to ern enuff munny.
Ten. vff. I mc Bed. Pa. but let's sto
talking about munny ft talk about that
Sunday artlckel. Doant you think the
artlckel was rite wen It sed that a mao
Shud make a chum of his son? Doant
you think that I have done that ewer
since littel Bobble got oald enuff to trail
around with, me?
Tou newer toald me that yure father
was In a Federal prison, sed Ma. -h
I dident say that he was, sed Pa. I
meen that he was away beekaus he dident
want to ee in a r eaerai prison, lie was
too proud .to stay in a prison, ft he
dident have-enuff v munny to git Brites
diseese, Pa sed, like sum peepul I know
that got out of doing thare little bit
But X want you to keep that in yure
mind every mhmlt tha part about making
a chum out of your son. Ma sed. Cherish
that thought ewer. . ,
AH rite, Bobbie, sed Pa let's go to tha
ball galm.
But you was going to talk me out this
afternoon, Ma sed.
Sure, sed Pa. you are my chum, too,
All of us is going.
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