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Batter Up!
A Study in Expressions of Girl Athletes, and Incidentally a Strong Argument in Support
of Woman's Claim That She Can Vie With Man in Any Branch of Work or Athletics
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The blisses Ruth Hoyt (cntchlug) nnd Caroline
Taylor (batting).
Miss Elizabeth Dawson, tho star pitcher of YVcllos-
ley College.
Those renin rknble photographs were
talen cm the base ball field of Wellesley
college (luring- a game botween the teams
of 1914 and 1915.
Tn many -ways the girls showed ability
to handle bat and ball equal to teams
formed by youths.
It has long- been a source of amusement
to a "big brother" to even think of his sis
ter throwing a ball properly, but could
these "big brothers" have attended this
game their eyes would have been opened,
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Miffs Gladys Gorman, the captnin of the Welles
ley Base Ball team.
Miss Itutli Hoyt in characteristic nttitudo snapped
while catching.
Miss Dawson is a wonderful pitcher for
a girl. Her speed, considering she is class
ified as being one of the wcakor sex, is
phenomenal. And she, too, has rounded
out a curve that hardly ever fails to puzzle
her opponents at the bat.
As a catcher Mips Hoyt is in a clasp by
herself arno.ng women base ball players.
They hardly ever "get by" when she is
bohind the batter.
THE PROFESSOR'S MASTERY
WELLS HASTINGS fcJRIAN HOOKER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS by HANSON BOOTH
COPYRIGHT 1911 bj THE HOBBS MERRILL COMPANY
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Novel and Simple Kffccta
synopsis ok ritECiauiNCi
CICArTEIlS.
Prof. Crosby, waiting at a suburban
station tor'a troljey car to take htm to
tho Alnsllcsi- where he had a social en
gagement, encountered Miss Tabor wbpm
he had met at a Christmas party the
winter before. She, too, Is Invited by the
Alnslles. VJhen the belated trolley comes,
they sta'n. ott together, to meet with a
wreck. Miss Tabor Is stunned and Crosby,
assisted by a strange woman passenger,
restores her, finding all nor things save
a slender golden ohaln. Crosby searches
tor this and finds. It holds a wedding
ring. Together they go to the Tabors',
where father and mother welcome the
daughter, calling her "Lady," and give
Crosby a rather strained greeting. Cir
cumstances suggest he stay over night,
and he awakens to find himself locked in
his room. Before ho can determine the
cause he is called and required to leave
the house, Miss Tabor letting him out
and telling him she cannot see him again,
At the inn where he puts up he notices
Tabor ll an argument with a strange
Italian sailor. Crosby protects the sailor
from tho crowd at the Inn and goes on
to the Alnslles, where he again encoun
ters Miss -Tabor, who ha told her hosts
nothing of her former meeting with the
professor. The two are getting along very
Well, when Dr. Walter Held, Miss Tabor's
half-brother, appears and bears her away.
Crosby returns to the Inn und demands
to ' see Miss Tabpr. Held refuses, but
Crosby declines to go .until shu tells ldm
herself. MIks Tabor greets him In a
strained way and tells him It Is lier wish
he leave and never try to see her again.
He says he Mil not unless she send for
him. That night she Falls him tp Join
in a hurried trip by auto to New York.
The chauffelir does not appear to relish
the Journey, but Crobby f'xe3 tnc lrm
chine and they arc driven into a crowded
tenement district of the city. Here they
ascended several nights or stairs, una
found thfe dqor at tho top blocked. Fore
ing It open, they discovered the body of
Sheila. Mlsa. Tabor's nurse, bleeding from
many wounds, but with signs of llf.
Caruccl, the strange Italian, who Is also
Sheila's hudband, Is In a drunken stupor
In the next room. Tho chauffeur
weaken), but Crosby carries the injured
woman down to the car, and prepares to
drive It himself, Crosby succeeds In elud.
ing tic poller, but tho timid chauffeur
escapes. "With no further adventure tlm
party reaches the Tabor homo. Here
Crosby I turns that Dr. Held is married i.n
My TftbQr's- sistrr. The details of the
adventure are discussed, and the prospect
of its getting Into the papers. Crosby !s
lnfnrmit.tht hln former ejectment from
tho -Tabor hotne had ben a bluff. Tabor
explains how Sheila came to bo tho wife
or uaruoct. anq tn irouDic me iianaii
had made-tor the family. The newspapers
come Willi sensational hl-i;oumib ui wit
affair of the 'night before, but no names
of the persons who carried off Mrs.
Caruccl.
CHAPTKIt Xt.
Kxpresaton of ttir I-'nmlly nnd Im
pression of the l'rrnn.
(Continued.)
"At least,' it con do us no harm," said
Mr, Tabor, .while Lady and 1 exchanged
mirthful glances. "The more the whole
affair Is belittled, the less danger there
Is of any Serious gossip or Investigation.
What I don't like Is thjs sort of thing."'
He crumpled a red and black page across
his knee. y There. Is jio substance In It.
but It might stir up trouble.
For Sallow, Wrinkled,
Freckled, Pimpled Skin
If you have any cutaneous blemish,
don't use paint, powder or anything else
to cover it up. Too pften this only em
Phssltea the defect, Ueeldes, It's much
easier to remove the disfigurement with
ordinary .mcrrolUed wax. Applied night
ly, the wax will gradually remove freck
les, pimples, blackheads. moth-palcht,
sallowness, red or yellow blotches, or any
MUrface eruptions. The affected cuticle is
absorbed. Jt little each day, until the
clear, soft, youthful and beautiful skin
beneath Is brought wholly to view. Ask
the druggist for an ounce of inercolized
Mas and use this like you use cold
cream. Remove In morning with soap
and ' water. .Many who nave mea tnis
simple and harmless treatment report
astonishing results.
ff bothered with wrinkles or orow's
feet, a wash lotion made by dissolving
an ounce of powdered saxolite In a half
pint witch hasel will prove remarkably
fiffectuaL-Advertleemmt
" 'Last night the, perpetrators of a bru
tal and mysterious crmc escaped without
a struggle. '
" 'They apductcd a poor woman, a
wfe und mother, lroni her holhe. They
left behind thenV'dfeBtructlon land a red
stain upon the threshhold.
" 'How did these wretches escape? Why
were they not apprehended V
" 'The answer is slniple. They were
rich.
" 'A swift automobile awaited them.
The police were powerless to stop them
as they sped awuy.
"If a poor laboring man, crazed by sor
row, commits a crime, the utmost rigor
of the law awaits lilm. He can not pur
chase1 a great machine to speed his flight.
" 'Neither can ho purchase tho machin
ery of justice, the skill of eminent law
yers, tho shifts and delays of appeal. He
must pay thu penalty.
" 'But the rich man pays only his
myrmidons. The dastards who committed
last night's utroclty vanished behind a
cloud of gold.
"Shall wo permit these things to be so?
Shall we allow tho wealthy to avoid
those punishments which wo impose upon
the poor? This, means you,
" 'They deem themselves already se
cure; but' though .they exhaust every
device of plutocracy, they shall be brought
to justice in the end.
" "We say to them, We know you, and
we will find you yet." '"
"That sounds threatening," I tald. "But,
after all, Isn't It just as empty an the
rest? People read that samo shriek Vfb
days in the year, and nothing much ever
happens. Do you think there wll( actually
be any extra search because of that ?"
'I'm not so suro," Mr. Tabor answered.
"It may not -matter to tho police, but
tho paper Itself Is quite capable of seek
Jpg us out. indeed, I think we are really
most likely to have trouble, not from
the authorities, but from reporters."
"That's It," Held added. "You've pu
your finger on it. That's what we've got
to look out for. Reporters."
"Hut what can they do?" asked Lady.
"Suppose some reporter comes here,:, we
won't tell him anything, and nobody else
has anything to tell "
"My dear child, you haven't the slight
est Idea what a newspaper investigation
means. If they once get a hint of who
wo are we shall have a dozen men and
women here, questioning everybody In
sight the neighbors, the servants-try-Ing
In every possible way to got at some
thing which can be made to look sensa
tional, and printing eonjectures If they
can't find facts."
"Betides," said Dr.. Held, "the poking
and prying would be just as bad as the
publicity. Let's look at the case: 'Tlsn t
that we're trying to conceal a specific
fact; wo're trying to avoid gossip, try
ing to avlrid appearing In any way un
usual, trying to seem like other people.
We are like other people, except well,
now, hero's the situation. Three points:
First, we mustn't be bothered by the po
lice; secopd, we mustn't get Into the
papers; thirdly, wo mustn't be Investi
gated or talked about."
"Wa'ro tolerably safe from the first,"
said I, "If Mr. Tabor Is right."
"Good. Safe from the first. Then we'll
pass right on to the next- Now let's see
what the papers wilt try to do. Their
whole purpose"
The tiny tinkle of a bell rippled from
nverhead. Held waa on his feet In n
flash and started for the door, Lady fol
lowing. I had risen, too, startled at the
tense faces pf the rest.
"Don't you come, father, dear." she
said, turning for an Instant in the door
way. "It's probably only for fihella.
We'll call you If we need you." I heard
their careful footsteps on the stairs.
Mr. Tabor had settled hack Jn his chair,
the paper lying on hs knee, his head for
ward, and the muscles of hie ntck rigid
with listening. Somehow in tho sharp
sidelong light ho looked much older than
I had seen him; more .conquerable, "more
marked by time and trial; and with the
listless hands and deep eyes of his night's
unrest went a strango look of being phy
sically lighter' und less virile than the
formidable old man I had begun to know.
And as'.the noiseless minutes went by I
gruw presumptuously sorry for him.
After a little he relaxed himself with
an evident effort and turned to me with
his careful smile.
"A family man gets very fussy, Mr.
Crosby," he said. "You learn so many
things outside yourself to worry about."
"Hadn't I better go and leave you all
free?" I asked. "It's getting time, any
way." "I wish you'd stay." he growled, "It's
easier to wait when there are two."
I sat down again and began to talk;
but neither of us could keep any move
ment in tho conversation. We fell into
long silences, through which the weight
of tho silent anxiety abovo pres&ed down
like u palpable thing. At last Lady'B
voice called softly, and we rose. ,
"Don't tell mo anything." r said, as I
opened tho front door, "but If I can be of
any earthly tisc. 1 will."
, "Thank you, Mr. Crosby," he answered,
shaking my hand slowlJ'. "I know that,"
CIIAI'TKIl XII,
An Amnlrnr Jinn Hunt Wbrrcln My,
Own I'ocltltin la .Somrirhal
Anxious,
Sheila herself opened the door for me.'
''You're Mr. Crrmliv I minnnu " i.-
nad, wtlh that elusive rcminlf.cenca of a'
1. A-i ...
urciEue iiiai may not no put Into words.
"Sure, I'm obliged to you. An awful
weight I must have been.'
"You were no feather." I grinned.
"Where Is Miss TuhorT" '
"She's in the library, sir. with a young
gentleman. There's a letter here for you,
sir." She pointed to a mall-strewn table
near the door. Sure enough there was
one-from Bob Alnslle, 1 judged, by the
scrawled address.
A young gentleman In the library who
on earth could ho be. and what did the
fellow want?
"I've been three days fndlng you, you
see," he was saying, "hut I guess there's
no doubt I've got you right. Now. I
don't want to make any trouble"
The rest of the sentence was too low to
hear. I had been ripping absently at the
letter, and now I glanced down at It.
Then I stared with startled eyes and
turned over the envelope and reread the
address. It was a dirty envelope, of the
same shape as my own whloh still lay
upon the table, and addressed not to me,
but to Mr. Tabor. I carefully replaeed
the single sheet and as carefully stowed
tho whole In an inner pocket, it seemed
a matter for Mr. Tabor's eyes alone,
Lady's voice came clearly th.ough the
curtained door. I thought It eounded a
little strained.
"Mr. Maclean, I don't see why you
should come to ine at all about this mat.
ter- It we have a dark green automo
bile, so have lO.ftJO neonle. And vmir
story of millionaire kidnapers on an er-
rana or violence is hardly the kind of
thing If this Is a Joke, It seems to me In
ver poor taste."
"It won't quite do, Miss Tabor," the
man answered. " 'Tlsn't a ink. mwi
maybe the best thing you can do Is to be
frank with roe."
"What am I to be frank ahmit? v,i
see, Mr. Maclean, the last man that i4ne
m 10 in. iraiiKiy wanted to sell us silver
poiisn. HXCUse me. but you hava fanJIv
nothing to sell, have you!"
Ho laughed, humorously embarrassed.
"Why, no. At least. I don't want to oil
you anythln'. Don't you sometimes call
yourself Lady?"
"Mr Maclean!"
""'"ntlrtued Tomorrow
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History of the Universe on Films
Would Be Possible and Marvellous
By GAnnETT 1 SKBVlSij.
Many things are made plain by motion
pictures which cannot bo so wpll com
prehended In any other way.
It would be posslbln, by taking pho
tographs of a
growing plant at
Intervals of a few
hours, or a few
days, und then
pusslng them In
w Ift succession
through a lantern,
so as to throw
them In a continu
ous series on a
screen, to seo the
plant develop ns If
Its history wero
concentrated Into
the sn&ce of a few
minutes.
This principle being understood, It Is
easy In Imagination to represent the
growth of tho earth as If Its hundred
million years or more of history wero
concentrated Into an hour or two. In
this way one may get a wonderfully
clear conception of the great facts of
Kology nd astronomy.
Let us suppose that wo were In pos
session of a series of pictures of tho
earth taken a thousand years apart, arid
extending backward Indefinitely Into
geological time. Let us also suppose that
these pictures could be run through a
cinematograph lantern at the rate of six.
teen per second, so that, a.i with ordi
nary motion pictures, they would blend
Indlstlngulshably, each dissolving Into Its
successor.
Tho consequence would be that wn
shpud behold lfl,o;0 yesrs of tho earth's
history pasting before our eyes every
second, and In tho space of about two
'hours the moving spectacle wou)d pres
ent to us sn animated panorama of all
the geological revolutions that our planet
hus undergone In t,he course of 1I5,000,W
years!
Hut you may ask: "How ore we to
get those pictures, even In an Imagina
tive form?"
They must, of course, be supplied by
t,h! studies of geologlMs, who find In the
rooks, and In analogies drawn from (he
renditions of other worlds studied by
astronomers materials with width It Is
possible to construct a more or less de
tailed history of our globe. There can
be no doubt that, In their main outlines,
the pictures pf tin remote past thus sup.
plied by grolngy are very good represen.
latlons of what once really existed, As
we read about thepi In books they ure
II V I.A IIACU.NTUUHH,
The loveliest textures are used (or half neason
wraps of a delightfully novej and simple type. This
photograph shows ono of these garmente, half cape
and half coat, made of a nupplo red duvotyn.
presented separately to our minds' tire,
and we do not get from them a lively
sense of the ceaelers changes by which
they have been affected.
But with our Imaginary cinematograph
geology springs to lite, and the earth It
self becomes like a living thing. Plxteen
thousand years of vicissitudes being con
centrated Into a single second, tho vary
rocks appear to flow like water. Th
mountains rise like exhalations, and shl't
their forms, and dissolve away like
clouds. The Colorado river carves Its
mighty canyon through the solid strata'of.
the rocks as swiftly as a stream of hot
water cutting a cleft In a cake of Ice.
The work of nature's forces during a mil
lion years passes before us In a single
minute.
The hills rise and sink like waves, and
the valleys are as agitated troughs of
the sch.
The continents heave up their granite
backs and stretch forth and retract their
pebbly shores, and play with the en
veloping deep, which now swells up and
submerges them and now sinks Into Its
profundities and bares their hidden bor
ders. Not for nn Instant Is the earth at
rest. Not fpr a minute do Us features
remain unchanged,
Man, Judging by the experiences of his
ephemeral exls'tence, imagines thst tho
dry lands and the seas were fixed in
their places by an unalterable decree at
the beginning of the oarth's history. Put
our,, geological motion picture shows them
continually interchanging places.
"Twenty times In the short period rep
resented by one of our geological epochs,''
says the great French geologist, De
Launay, "the place occupied by Tsri
has been covered by the waves of the
sea, only to emerge again. There is no,
a spot on our globe which may not. like
Atlantis, be Invaded by tho ocean, after
having been Inhabited, for a moment, ty
terrestrial beings,"
And again he ssys: "Tho bpttom of
the ocean Is that laboratory where fp.
ture continents are elaborated (worked
out), as well as the tomb wherein are
preserved, like mummies, old continents
that have disappeared."
It Is only necessary to reflect a tlttt
upon such statements Jn order to eon-
struct for oneself clnematographlo films
covering the past ages of creation, th
exhibition of which, by the accelerating
stereoptlcon of the Imagination, will
show a motion picture wherein the esrth
becomes an actor Infinitely more change
ablo than Harlequin,
Advice to the Lovelorn!
By BEATRICE IMIUFAX. '
II Isn't a Question of s limine,
Pear Miss Fairfax; I am a young girl
of 15 years and very tall for my age. I
am passionately In love with a boy of 17
years, I'm sure I know what love Is and
all the girls of my age do. J don't think
any gr who is In lovp at my age need
be ashamed to say II. LOVK.
A question of shame or not, a gr of 15
years usually declares her love. It Is
Sfter she has grown older and Irarned
that she never knew what love Is that
"hi grows sshamed
Of rourse, vqh Know what love is so
does Hie kindergarten, baby taking a red
apple tn the teacher. But the kinder
garten lnliy forgets one month who was
Its teacher the month before. That Is
the kind of "love" you are experiencing.
Don't Him Attain.
Dear Miss Fairfax. I am 33 years of age
and have been associating for ten yesrs
with a gentleman of good standing In
this community, to the exclusion of all
others. He dines at my home occasion
ally and takes me to theaters and re
peable rlubs and restaurants. My
mother has spoken to him regarding his
Intentions and he declines to answer
RAY
Don't make the ten years you have
wasted Increase to eleven. Show a Utile
Independence and spirit b refusing to see
film again.
m-tMime Oih- of- the llrsl.
Pear ,MI Kalrfa. I have been keep
ing company with a joung lady for two
years. Wo have ueknow lodged our love
for each other, but ht-r parents arw op
pofed to our marrissr, us they think sh
rap get somebody better what would
you advise mc to do? H.
It Is natural for parents to think no
man Is good 'enough for their daughter
If their objection to you is based on nioro
serious grdunds (your lack of moral or
business qualifications), you must set
yourself to work to Improve yourself.
Ilrflvr $ltn,
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am keeping oom.
pany with a gentleman seven years my
senior. He Is very nice and I Ilka him.
Nobody would think by his looks that
lie Is much older than myself. As Jong
as my mother approves of his attentions,
is It proper for me to accept them? B.
A girl of 15 Is too young to keep steady
company with any man. no matter how
dejlrable he may be. If he Is of the Hght
sort he will prefer, for your sake, w'alt
Ing until you are at least three years
older.
"Tiz" Gladdens
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