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12 TrirJ 5EE: OMAHA. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 26. 1920. The Little Dream House) By MRS. LILY WAN DEL. "Jt's going to be great to live in kitchenette apartment for while," laughed Melanie happily, "while we save for our little dream home." "And you will keeo your position then?" asked Cousin Emily shaking her head in disapproval. "Just for a year, until we have enough for the first payment on our little bungalow. Why, a year will sli'i around before we know it! Har old and 1 have made a very solemn agreement about the finances. Here's the savings book and we each have to deposit one-third of our weekly income towards the first payment on our little love home! Oh, I'm the happiest girl" "You can't keep house and work in an office at the same time." dampened Emily, "besides agree ments are generally made to 'be broken." And she left the house very dubious about Cousin Mclanie's chances for happiness. , . ' But Mclanie's spirits were not dampened, and Harold . was even more enthusiastic than she! They v had gone over the details again and again. Breakfast would be a simple , atfair, a hot meal in a restaurant at noon together and a delightful lit tle chafing-dish supper at home. The main thing was the little savings hook. They promised each other faithfully to take a third of their sal ary each week and put it in a little chamois bag, and every Mondav morning Melanie would deposit the contents at the savings bank. 4The pretty little wedding and glori ous, honeymoon trip were over and Harold and Melanie settled down in their cosy little rest. ' Everything w as exactly as they had planned only 10 times more delightful than Me lanie had expected. Saturday night Melanie brought out the little chamois bag and carefully counted thrill in till hacr Harnlil nrnmnttv dropped in twice the amount and Me lanie tied up the bag. Monday morn ing she proudly deposited the money. The fifth Saturday night Melanie pretended to forget all about the cjiamois bag, but Harold asked for it. Then came the dreadful, sobbing confession. She was so sorry and so ashamed hut the little ovcrblouse had been reduced from $18 to $10 and it was abargain and so pretty, but of course she would take it back.. Harold kissed her tears away anil insisted that she keep the pretty waist. - '.. On the sixth Saturday .Melanie proudly put her share in the bag and then extended it to her husband. But Harold kept his hands in his pockets and looked very gloomy. "I haven't eot it this Saturday, dear, I met old Tom Barr he was down and nearly out had to loan him.fiuV" , "But,Haro1d," remonstrated his wife, "after: , all we said about not loaning ny money; , Aren't you in . terested in our little dream house?" "Melanie, you did not; have your share last week!" . An angry reply came to Melanie's lips, but she smothered it. What was the use of saving when Harqld took so little interest and gave their dream house money to a good-for-uothing friend? . . r . On the next Saturday Melanie again brought out the bag, but she did not drop her share in. simply ex tended it to Harold, who looked very uneasy, anJ disturbed. "Well?" queried Melanie a little tartly. 'T itian itpar Tntn Rarr " ., Melanie threw the little 9hamois bag in the scrap basket. "So youVe loaned him money again ??' she cried with flushed, angry cheeks. . ; - "See here, Melanie, Tom's tlone me many a good turn and" But Me lanie ran in the little bedroom; she . would Jnot listen to his poor excuses. ' After-that neither mentioned the savings book nor the little dream house. Cousin Emily came xften and sometimes carried Melanie off tor, a day or two. Harold noticed that his. wife had many new blouses and hats, but he simply admired them, never asked where she had gotten the money to buy them. Months passed, the young couple i made new friends and their evenings ' were never spent alone. Sometimes when Melanie came across the little savings book a bitter feeling chokcdl her heart. It hurt her deeply mat Harold did not mention the dream house any more, that he seemed sat isfied to go on living as they were in a Iiiy, sum v aijai iintifi, his vvhc working. . With envious eyes she witched her young married friends move to little suburban homes, hut never bv a word or look did she be tray to Harold that she was extreme ly .tni happy. 'More than a year had passed since Harold and Melanie had made the first deposit in the savings bank. Melanie thought of this as she came home very tired and discouraged. In the mail box she found a letter vfrom Cousin Emily, urging her to give up her position and come out to the country for an indefinate vaca , tion. Melaine shook her head; she could not leave Harold; they had not drifted that far yet. Further con sideration was cut short by the ring ing of the telephone. It was Harold. He would not be home for supper; he was going to have a bite with Tom Barr Melanie did not want to hear anymore, but in a white heat clicked the receiver hi place. After an hour of angry, bitter .linking Melanie went to the bed room' and. pulled out her steamer trunk and began preparations to pack. It was useless to go on her husband her married life was one big dis appointment. When Harold came in about 9 o'clock he found his wife strapping her trunk. "What does this mean?" he de manded slowlyl - "It means that I am sick and tired of working and living in a couple of rooms with no hope, no" object ahead! 'It means that I am tired of seeirig you spend your money on that Tom Bar. and" her voice choking with : sobs. "I am bitterly disappointed in you! You. yes, who lied to me about saving for our dream house I was fool enough to helive yon!" Here Melane flung herself across the bed weeping hysterically. . y "Melanie! I thought you did not care about it any more youever inentiored saving!" He sat down on the bed and drew Melanie in the THE GUMPS TO? A WAHt OV , F hOHEN U-.V 60T;tN.MlRt- .WKER. CAT OF OUR V iSaS SonST CO)V.tH"T W A, TMR. OF V I WOWW 6oCJT A.N& ': f "THEM VflTU A tJMT. tW $oot vt;e thousand wcks COMrTr W A WE 6tt.0)NT NO 6 tBN VOCK ,VWt THt. More Truth By JAMES J.. AN APOLOGY Tucked firmly away in our dome, A foolish idea we had That wicked Paree was the home Of all that was tawdry and bad. We fancied the folks on the Rue de la Paix The Castiglione and the Rivoli, Had aSout as much soul as an omelet souffle, Andwere dreadfully trifling and frivoly. , . The minute the jazz hit the town ' ; . With its trombones and cymbals and gongs, We said with a sardonic frown : ' . "At last is it where it belongs. Those nimble limbed frogs and their short-skirted wives Will shimmy and shiver and trot it, And make it a fad for the rest of their lives While we over here have forgot it." ' " . ' But after a couple of years, Parisians complained with a groan TJiat their sensitive musical cars Were hurt by the braying trombone. And so from the Gare St. Lazare to the Seine The dancing pavilions were raided, And now for the cymbals wou listen in vain , For jazzing has utterly faded. Whereas in the land of the free, In Boston or Philly or Chi, t Wherever you happen to bo The jazz is still running on high. , And so though we fancied that light in their minds These folk dwelling over the sea are, . If one looks arouhd in this country one finds That the French are far saner than we are. PLENTY OF APPLICANTS - By March 4 the labor situation will be so much relieved that Mr. Harding will be able to fill his cabinet without spending much mopy in want ads. ON THE CONTRARY The league of nations is not as lucky as the tariff sed to be in the old days. It won't be revised by its friends. 0 AND FOCH AGREES WITH US It wasn't nice of the Tiger of France to bite the hand that fed him victory. ! , . (Copyright, 1920, By The Betl Syndicate, Inc ) curveof his arm. "Listen, dear, I did give Tom Barr our dream house money for five weeks in succession. I knew you would' 'not understand, but I trusted Tom and . he paid it back long ago with interest. Not only that, but he is well established in the real estate brokerage, and, fur thermore, I saw him tonight about building our little bungalow. To morrow noon we'll, go over to his office and look at plans." "But, Harold" Melanie cried, ut terly bewildered, yet a golden, happy smile breaking through the rain of tears" how can we pay the first payment?" y "Oh, I saved, hoiiey girl, just the same. You never mentioned our lit tle dream house and I saw new clothes, new hats, and I concluded vou did not care. I never dreamed that you were so unhappy about it, i or 1 would nave toja youi "Harold," whispered Melanie, snuggling closer, "I did care dread fully, and was awfully angry tonight, but I never in the world would have left you open the trunk and see there's not a' thing in it! I just wanted to scare you! . And the new clothes Coilsin Emily1 gave me them! I have a little bank book all of my own every week I put away my third!" Harold closed her. lips with his own in rapt adoration. After a little while Melanie said softly. "When our little house is built and we are nicely settled our very first dinner guest will be Tom Barr!" I'M THE GUY I'M THE GUY who stands his girl up on . a date. And' why not? If f get a chance to go some place where there's more fun. or to sit in on a little game with the boys, I don't see why I should bother .-.bout the girl. I can see her any tiije. I prefer the company of the fellows once in a while. It's a bad practice, anyhow, to let our sweetie get the idea you're al ways Johnny-on-the-spot, the only reliable, the white-haired boy. When you do, it's goodnight to all liberty. If she doesn't like it. let her say so. Of course, it won't do any good, but it may be a relief to her feelings. Scoldings or tears don't affect me in the least. Thev just go in one car and out the other. Getting sore about it doesn't help either. Either let her overlook my failing to keep a date, or get another John. Capyrisltt, Thompiun feature Service. - A THOUSAND BUCKS WOULDN'T PAY THE WAR TiMR. OF yOS& 5UD- Than Pdetry MONTAGUE Dog Hill Paragrafs -By George Bingham Raz Barlow took a look through the old family album this morning and then examined himself sight good in the looking glass, and says there has been a wonderful im provement in the family in the past generation. i One of the , well-knOwti " citizens of Rye Straw died last week. He was liked ,by all who knew him, be ing patient; and generous to a fault, never having refused a man a match. Atlas . Peck's wife started' him to the store this morning to buy some thing, but he forgot what he, sent him ..after, thereby saving at least 25 cents. )j State Representative M . ' Claims Record Corn Crop Central City, Neb., Nov. ;25 (SpeciaU Theo M. Osterman, state representative, is claiming a record yield of corn this year. Thaet large fields are" averaging 80, 85 and 90 bushels, respectively. Observe Thanksgiving Day. ' Central City, Neb., Nov. 25. (Special.) Uuiou Thanksgiving services were held in the Friends church. Rev. O. U Smith, state secretary of the Nebraska Christian Missionary society of Bethany, Neb., delivered the address, . $HOCTAWWTTDeS0OB TtEZOK) 35. SUCKS ) J Wr W 'stuff - 1 Holding a Husband Adele Garrison's New Phase of Revelations of a Wife The Way Dicky Took the News, ' "What were you telling that woman , about me? my mother-in law demanded, as I came back into the room at her peremptory sum' mons. "Just that you were ill," I prevari cated. 1 suppose Mandy told her. "You suppose no such thing 1" she snapped, rising on one elbow, while her feverish, inflamed eyes held mine. "I distinctly heard 'the word influ enza, and that Mrs. Lukens isn't the woman to,go running around poking her he.ad into somebody else's busi ness unless she was sent for. Now, I want to know the truth. Have you sent for a doctor?" Thus cornered, I had no other course but to admit the facts. "Yes, I have," I said, a bit de fiantly. "There's no use in mincing matters, but your symptoms seem like influenza to me, although they may signify nothing at all but a hard cold. But with the possibility in view, I certainly want a physi cian's decision on the matter. I dare not take the responsibility of your treatment ort myself. f "Well, that's the first time I ever knew you to be afraid to assume any kind of responsibility, or to boss any job!" she retorted, a bit un pleasantly, then she burst into a fit of paroxysmal coughing' which is an invariable accompaniment of the bronchial type of influenza, and her face contorted with fear and horror, "Oh, Margaret 1" she gaspad.Nvhen she could speak. It hurts me so to cough here." she put her hand upon .her chest. "Do you suppose I'm going to have pneumonia? I gently lowered her to the bed again I had raised her in my arms when the paroxysm seized her and spoke far more convincingly than I felt, for the fear of pneumonia for my mother-in-law was almost as much an obsession with me as it al ways 'thas been with her. t Mother Graham's Terror. "What utter nonsense!" I said. "Don't you remember that influenza cough we all had last winter? Doesn't the tightness and the sore ness all center in just one place where the cough catches you here?" ;, I indicated the place on my own chest, where I well remembered the agonizing catch of the influenza cough, and her eyes brightened per ceptibly. "Yes, it does. I remember now you all complained of it. But I don't care how bad it is if I only don't have pneumonia. Do you remember the time I barely escaped it when I first came to live with you?" ; Did I remember it? Would I ever forget that strenuous time when my mother-in-law, a hostile stranger, had just arrived in our home and been seized with a serious illness? The figures of that long ago experi ence came flitting to my mind, the tactless, "bossy" nurse whom my mother-in-law ordered from the house after one day's experience! The gentle, but marvelously efficient personality of Katherine Sonnot, the beautiful girl whom I had learned to love as a sister, and who had brought Dicky's cantankerous mother through to convalescence with a skill and tenderness that had won her patient's heart completely. Disorganized Conditions. "I can't have Katherine take care of me, or Dr. Pettit either." my mother-in-law said reflectively. "Hardly." I smiled."with one out west and the other at the eastern end of Long Island." "How do you know Dr. Pettit is at the eastern end of Long Island?" my mother-in-law snapped me up quickly and suspiciously, but I did not resent it. I was actu ally glad to have her mind taken off her dread of pneumonia. "I thought I told you that I met him while I was out there last sum mer," I replied nonchalantly. "He had taken the practice of another physician at Sag Harbor. Of course, I don't know whether or not he is still there." . , . "You told me nothing," she re torted. "But I- don't blame you. His acquaintanceship isn't anything to brag about." A caustic retort was on my tongue, for though Dr. Pettit some times perplexes me, yet he has al ways proved, himself a faithful friend, and he' had been most at tentive in my mother-in-laVs ill-'' ness. But I forced it back, busied myself with putting Mother Gra ham's clothing' in the closet and tidying her room for the physician's visit .-'-' I was on my way to the kitchen to replenish a hot water bag when Dicky rushed. into the hall, his face aglow with excitement. r "Come in here,"vhe commanded, opening the door of our room. "I have such a surprise for you." . "You'll, have to tell me. here." I replied hurriedly. "Your mother is ill r I am afraid, influenza. L have sent for Dr. Paige, and I have but a second or two. What is it? Over Dicky's face flashed a look of dismay. "I I can't tell you now," he said. "Perhaps I can't have it if mother's sick. Is she in her room? I'll go right in to see her." The wedding ri:ip takes its origin from the bracelet, which was re garded among th? ancient Egyptians as the symbol of marriage, SL&EPY-TIMEjrA LES CHAPTER X. Mr. Crow Scolds Sandy. When he finally reached home, after bandy Chipmunk had been working for him all day, Mr. Crow was feeling very pleasant. You know, he thought that his winter's food must be in his house. And that alone is enough to make any one happy. But what Mr. Crow 'There trouble enough liked most 'about hjs bargain was the fact that he wouldn't have to pay gindy for his work. He had said to Sandy: "I'll agree to give you half what you gather for me." And Sandy Chipmunk had never stopped to think that that was not any pay at all. For he might have gathered the food for himself, and had air, instead of only half of it. As it was, Sandy Chipmunk was paying hjmself for working for Mr. Crow. And Mr. Crow seemed to be the only one that was wise enough to know it. . . Mr. Crow dropped down-upon the ground beside Sandy Chipmunk. "Well," he said, "have you fin ished?" . j "Yes!" Sandy answered. "And I hope you'll like what I've done. I'll wait here until you fly up to your house and look at the food." "Ill right!" Mr. Crow told him. He flapped his big, black wings. And soon he had risen to the top of the tall elm. Sandy watched him as he looked inside his house. At first Mr. Crow only stared and said nothing. And then to Sandy's astonishment he began to scold. "What's the trouble?'' Sandy Chipmunk called. ' ' ' . "Trouble?" Mr. Crow cried, as he flew down again. "There's trouble enough. Why, you haven't kept your bargain!" ' -' ' - Sandy Chipmunk declared that he had done exactly as he had agreed. "I brought load after load of food to the foot of this tree," he ex plained. "Half of it I took for my self just as you suggested. Of course, I had to pay Frisky Squir rel for helping me. I paid him half the food for carrying it up to your house." "That's is!" Mr. Crow cried. "That's the trouble! You took half and Frisky Squirrel took half. So of course there was n6 food left for me. There are two halves in a whole, you know." "You must be mistaken," Sandy told him politely. "There's only one half, in my hole. I "put my half there myself, and I ought to know."J Mr. exow looked as it he thougnt Sandy Chipmunk must be playing a trick on him. But pretty soon he saw that it; was not so. , ; "You -don't seem to understand," WHY Do We Speak of "Making" a Bed? Copyright 1920 Wheeler Syndicate, Inc. " When a housewife remarks that she "has to go upstairs and make,, the beds" she docs, not, of course mean it literally. The beds them selves have already been made or manufactured in the factory. The morning task is only to spread the , sheets, plump up the pillows and: arrange the ' spread. But the ' phrase itself goes back to a time when beds really , had to be. 'made" freshly" every time a guest retired for the night. Wright, in his "Domestic Man4 ners of the Middle Ages," ex plains the matter by stating that in the 14th century "people had few spare chambers, especially furnished ones, and in the sim- plicity of ' medieval manners guests were obliged to sleep either in the same room with the family or, more usually, in the hall, where beds were arranged for' them on the floor or on benches. 'Making' a bed was therefore a phrase true in its literal sense, but the bed. when made, consisted merely of a heap of straw with a sheet 'thrdwn over it anj fre quently the sheet was omitted." i hi TAX Drawn for The Bee by Sidney Smith THE, TALE. OP SAND' i Mr. Crow said. "I don't believe you've. ever studied fractions." Sandy Chipmunk admitted that he never had. I "Ah!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "This is what, comes of" hiring stupid people to work for one. Here I've wasted all my corn. And I get nothing for it but trouble." ' "Corn!" Sandy Chipmunk 'ex claimed. "I don't know anything about any corn!" "Well, you certainly are stupid!" Mr. Crow told him crossly. "Didn't you spend the whole day gathering corn for mel" "No, indeldl" Sandy replied. "I gathered beechnuts, Mr. Crow." "Beechnutsl" Mr. Crow repeated. "I never told you I wanted nuts. I'd starve, trying to live on nuts; for they don't -agree with me at all. And I make if a rule never to eat them. Corn is what I want." "You didn't say so," Sandy Chip munk said. And every one knows there's no better food than beech nuts to last through the winter." "That" said Mr. Crow "that is where we do not agree. I sup posed you knew I wanted corn. But there's no great harm done, anyhow," he added. "Tomorrow you can gather corn' for me now. that you know what I want. No doubt you can get Frisky Squirrel to help you again. But you must pay him with your share of the corn not with mine." "But then there wouldn't be anyJ left for me, Sandy objected. "But just think of all the beech nuts you have," Mr.. Crow re minded him. Sandy Chipmunk shook his head. "I'm afraid I'm too stupid to work for you any more," he- told Mr. Crow. "Oh! I didn't mean what I said," Mr. Crow hastened to explain. "Then" Sandy said "then how do I know that vou mean what you say when you tell me you want corn to eat?" And Mr. Crow could find no an swer to that. He was disappointed, too. For he was afraid he would have to go south to spend the winter, after all. (Copyright, 'Goset & Durtlap.) Legion Auxiliary Is Organized at Columbus Columbus. Neb., Nov. 25. (Spe ll.) A ladies' auxilary or the American Legion post was organ ized here. The officers elect are: Mrs. Otto F. Walter, president; Mrs. Jay Hensley, vice president; Miss Lydia Weaver, treasurer, and Mrs. W. R. Neumarker, secretary. An executive committee consisting of Mrs. Lowell Walker, Mrs. C. D. Evans and Mrs.. Zelah Loornis was appointed. Raise Fund to Aid Columbus Man Whose Honie Burned Columbus, Neb., Nov. 25. (Spe cial.) A subscription movement was started here tor the benefit of Henry Utesh, whose house burned Tuesday morAing. Several hundred dollars have been raised. Utesh had just bought the prop erty, paying $900 for it. The loss was complete with no insurance. He is a section employe and has a wife and three small children. Towels, Sheets, Pillow Cases GREAT PRICE REDUC TIONS AT BOWEN'S : , Right now is the -on portune time to buy, es- I pecially of those things j that are in use daily.' Never in our history have we been able to offer i such wonderful Value Giving as now. This, is especially true in Towels, Sheets, Pillow Cases. and Bed Spreads. Manyjare being offered right now at about one half price. You need wait no longer for lower prices they're here right now at Bowen'. And, as usual, you make your own terms. Advertisement. i,b:J Parents Problems V. bhould children be allowed o Ktve away or exchange presents triven them? 1 As a general rule, this should be discouraged; children should early learn to regard a gift as an expres sion of affection, not as a thing in itself. However, if a book-loving .child should be given a foot ball and a ball-loving child a book of fairy tales, an exchange might be per mitted. And. occasionally, a present that furnishes a child with no pleas ure might be given to some one who can enjoy it. ' AIM THEM EN T8. Ml A Tonight J Saturday 1 And Sat. Saturday Matinee The Famous Grand FRITZI and Comic Opera CJ?pp In the Mtiiical Comedy Hit, ' . "GLORIANNA" ' NighU, 50c to ?2.50. Matinee, SOc to $2 Starting Ndkt Sunday EMPRESS Two Shows in One Pauline Saxon anJ sister in "Follies In Vaudeville;" O'Brian, Manager and Pro prietor; La toy A Vesta; Arthur Huston A Co. Photoplay attraction Edgar Lewis presents "A Beggar in Purple." Mack Sennett Comedy, Fox News. 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V TWO DAYS MORE unui I! Common Sense ' Be a Little Ahead of the Job. By J.'J. MUNDY. ' Don't be so set in your habits that you cannot adjust yourself, if com pelled to vary your uAual schedule. Don't be mechanical, merely run ning along as directed, but able to do nothing unless your efforts are supervised. . The really valuable man has initi ative and good judgment, a combi nation which is hard to bear. When a man has the forging ahead, progressive spirit and the balance to keep him from carrying it too far, an employer does not have to watch him constantly, neither docs he feel afraid of him. It requires a lot of thought to be come this sort of a man and constant study to remain this kind of a work man or supervisor. You seem to be content if carry ing out instructions to the letter. To a certain degree you are valuable,- but what about the day of emergency arc you alert enough o recognize an unusual heed? You fear that your employer might object, to ' "any chants you might make, but that thought need not keep you from the habit of hav ing your eyes and ears open to hear what is going on, and note results and profit by your observation ia time of stress. (Copyright. It2. hy International Feature Service. Inc.) Philadelphia, with its 7(10 mills, giving employment to 225,000 men and women, with a normal payroll of over $2,000,000 a week, is the tex tile center of the world. PHOTO Pl.AYH. SOD CO Today Tomorrow Starts Sunday Feature Program Three Hits' la One Show Now Playing; The With An All-Star Cast WALLACE ' REID In His Latest Picture "ALWAYS AUDACIOUS" From Sat. Eve. Post Story APOLLO 29th and Leavenworth Last Times Today HUCKELBERRY FINN BEATTY'S Co-Operative Cafeterias Dividends to Those Who Do the Work Empress Rustic Garden Dancin and Refreshments. Spatial Cabaret Attractions. Noonday and Supper Luncheonette at popular prices. Open from 11:30 a. m. to 1:00 a. at. 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