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WOMAN'S RIGIIIS.

The right of women, what are they?

. The right to labor and to pray,

The right to watch while others

_ sleep. » ‘ "the right o'er others woes to

WWD. ‘The right to succor in distress, The right, while others curse, to

. bless-

~__'I'he right to love while others

l’ scorn, _

-'.l‘he right to mourn.

The right to shed c new Joy earth,

The right to feel the soul's high birth

comfort all who

‘ i," ' ‘The right to lead the way to God ' v ‘ Along the way the Saviour trod. " ~ -—I. O. O. F. Bulletin.

AN AMUSING EXPERIMENT

Fill a bowl to within half an inch of its brim with water. “loaf. __ .. these matches on the surface of " w the water right in the middle, so that they form a trangle. f‘ .1 Now, cut a small piece of soap » to a point at one end, and with this sharpened end gently touch the water in the centre of the formation of matches.- Instantly the matches fly apart, making for the sides of the bowl. But you can bring the matches v back again to the centre of the bowl by taking a. lump of sugar and dripping it into the centre of . the water. 1 l Then the matches come back to I their former position.

TO LAUNDER A SUh-ISHADE

Sunshades, provided they have not been rotted by the sun, can be treated most effectively with soap and water- Open the sunshade and have ready a basin of warm soapy water. Damp the fabric, one sec-

. . tion at a time, then with a soft ' ‘nail brush. on which a little soap has been rubbed, work evenly all over the surface, paying special

Y‘ attention to the dirty perm. Rinse

' in the same way with clean water

then. suspend the open sunshade

with a cord to , the clothes

Jlne and leave it to dry. If dry-

ing inside, lay it open on an old

sheet stretched on the floor near

» _ an open window, anchoring it in .,s*; some way.

oncaunrr: HANDBAGS "*1 , G0 wrru SUMMER. mocks

. ' Friily handbags designed for "f Summer evenings are youthful in

effect and extremely colorful, since they are made of organdie or chiffon.

Styles in organdie include soft, round pouches either mounted on - metal frames with top handles or 1 ‘ ‘with back straps. Some have thumb straps and corded bottoms. ,, When plain organdle ls not used, crossbar organdie is selected- r - ,Smal1 pleated ruffles variously r _, disposed trim these models. ‘ Some of the chiffon styles are . round, also mounted on frames and , I IIISO shirred. Sometimes the "i ' Qpeptre consists of flower stamens, .~ “ . fnnd again, a large organdie rose .~. . dorms the central motif of circular -: * . t I rlhapes, being posed .on the flap. , Vanity types are available in this . ‘ystyling. Others are made in chif- i." fon pe‘al effect.

QUICK SUPPER. DISI-l

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_ Heres a quickly prepared supper

Qllfsh: Crate some cheese on a plate

"Surround with sliced tomatoes, then break an egg in the centre. c1111 until the egg is cooked.

IRONING HINT .

Keep a small, damp sponge by you when ironing; it is invaluable for clamping down creases that have drLed too thoroughly for a smooth, slick finish.

._-Z---—-— Perfect Meringue

To make the perfect meringue. ' beat egg whites- until they stand l, -‘ in‘peaks, then add sugar gradu- ' ,5} and bake in slow oven, not more than 300 degrees Fahrenheit.

Handmade Irish crochet lace is an aristocratic trimming for pastel

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KEEPING JUICE WITHIN CRUST

short sticks of macaroni. liiwk like small funnels in a fruit i119. will keep the juice from runnins over the crust. Ind into the oven.

Wall Paper Cleaner

One cup flour, three tablosPOOII-i salt, two tablespoons vinegar, one tablespoon kerosene, one-half cup cold water. Mix together thor- oughly, cook stirring constantly until it becomes thick. Cool and knead-

GIVE CHILD PLEASANT _ BU! NOURISHING DIEI‘

Do you want to know how one mother manages to get plenty of nourishment into her child during vacation without his suspecting ft or being anythiueg but delighted with his diet?

The secret is to be very foxy in- deed about planning desserts.

Make your luncheon dessert, for instance the main dish and do a pudding of such noble caloric pro- portions that the young one eats quantities of eggs and milk with- out ever being aware of it. It's old stuff but necessary to tell you that every child should have in his diet every day one quart of milk.

He should have two fruits, ‘one preferably raw, one serving of meat. fish or eggs, a whole grain cereal, three slices of bread » or toast and four glasses of water.

When the dinner is heavy, a. sim- ple luncheon or raw vegetable sandwiches, one hot cooked vege- table. a glass of milk and a nourishing dessert proved most satisfactory for hot noons. A vegetable salad with bread and but- ter sandwiches may take the place of wgetables sandwiches.

Drinks made of milk and eggs are nourishing and easily digested. They are quickly made, too, and children likethem- It's a good plan to serve a. cup of hot bouil- lon or a hot vegetable dish when a cold milk and egg drink is served. ‘

Fruit Juices also may be oom- bined with eggs to make nourish- ing and inviting drinks. When these are used, a hot vegetable cream soup with sandwiches of lettuce or some other green vegetable rounds out the meal. -

Here are two desserts for child- Nn thflt do anything you could ask of a dessert. For the first, place in glass cups, two halves to each cup. Pour over .the pears a. rich boiled custard.

1'0: the second dessert line the cups with sponge cake cut in strips, add drained canned peaches and finally, custard sauce. Bofir dse- serts should be W€u-Chl-AC41 in the refrigerator.

WINDOW SHOPPING IN PARIS

Paris Cellophane sandals are go- ing to be smart this summer. They look like spun glass fragile and cool and light as a feather. Just a few little braided straps attached to the sole with some- times a colored button or buckle.

Stockings are growing lighter, 3nd You will see a wide range of Pastel-shaded hose to be worn with different colored frocks, not always the same tone as the dress but blending with it.

For your suit blouses, Chanel has some splendid ideas that are go- ing to be very popular. She makes backless and sleeveless blouses of bright plaid taffeta and printed crepede chine that are designed to enable you to keep your jacket on even in warm .weather_.

noon dresses made of flowered fiat She also has the sweetest after- fifelw and plain embrodered oigandy and Swiss embroidery. They are trimmed with beading. through which ribbon is strung in a quaint and fascinating way. Chanel has a. glorious new sum- mer material. It is a heavy geor- gette with a surface that you can not tell from velvet. She also has a plaid print made by setting the fiagspf all nations into squares For staple wear Chanel glorifies small polka dot patterns and shows polka dot wool tailored suits and

linens.

polka dotted evening frocks.

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- IIISTAIITLYRELIEVEDVIITH

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Jean said you forgot your lunch. She askcdrne tobring it down when I came in." .

John Junior deposited the pack- age on the corner o1 his father's desk in the omce in the Central Garage. He stood waiting uncer-

tainly.

"That was vary thoughtful of you, Son." John Sawyer looked up with a smile from the pile of fuel slips'he was checking. "I must have been a little mixed up to- night. They asked me to come in two hours later than usual and stay on a while in the mornink . . . The day man wanted some time off. 1 was besinnine i» think I'd have to go hungry tonllhb"

“That's an right."

"would you like to sit down and keep me company for a while?" prehensively at the clock. “It's pretty late," he admitted:

“So it is. I didn't realize it was quite so _ , . early. Everything all ;ight down at the PEP???"

“sure,”

several weeks before, to the de- light of the Sawyers, Don Browne has succeeded in getting the b0! I- position in the circulation depart- ment of The Times.

"That's fine. Good Iilkht. Son. And thank you for coming down."

"All right. I'm sgoing out this way . . . to the washroom."

“You know where the key hangs, don’t you?"

"I know." He disappeared through a rear door into the car storage room.

Sawyer looked after him, a wist- ful expression in his dark eyes. If only John would let him get a little closer. They could do so much for each other these days. He must wait. No use trying to hurry the boy, aftc rail that had happened to drive them apart.

With a sigh, the father turned back to his work. He completed tallying the slips and was reach- ing for his parcel of lunch when the street door opened.

Two men entered.

There was but one light burning, a lamp under a shade, directly above the desk where Sawyer sat. Its rays fell upon one of the new- comers standing on the other side of the long counter. His compan- ion lingered in the shadowy back- ground. -

"Looking for service?" Sawyer in- quired with a, smile. as he left his chair and came forward. He was looking into a. swarthy face, cut by a grim mouth. The stranger's eyes were concealed by his hat brim.

“Yeah." was the swift answer. "Stick ‘em up, you!"

John Sawyer found himself look- ing into the muzzle of a pistol. Slowly his hands went up. He was dazed by the suddenness of it all. He was aware that the second man had slipped swiftly through the gate at the end of the counter. The light was extinguished, leaving the office illuminated faintly by a street lamp wtihout.

"Now then. Pop . . . back over to your chair and sit down. Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,

Sawyer obeyed in 9, dam. A thousand thoughts seem to race through his mind.

With a sickening pang he re- membered that the door of the small ‘safe under the counter was closed. But not locked! What a. fool he had been for not thinking of that. Saturday night . . . Sun. day morning now. The afternoon and evening receipts in the cash drawer. Perspiration broke cut on his forehead. '

"Boys . . ."

“Shut upi"

The man who snarled that over his shoulder was down on his knees in front of the sure. There came a splintering sound. That was the compartment holding the c3511 drawer. The intruder got to his feet.

side of the counter asked guard- edly. “Sure. Get over and watch the door. I'll flrthis guy now." Sawyers upraised arms felt as if they were made of lead. His emllloyer was being robbed before his eyes. Utterly helpless. He had failed in his first position of trust, It meant the police . . . A feeling of near terror possessed him. lie wet his lips with his tongue as no aw tlfe safe robber coming towards m. - “Listen. boys . . . "_P1P0 down if you want to keep on livin. One more yip and I'll drill you .. . . Goin’ to fix you so you'll stay quiet. Shove that chair

mitts upl"

He must have had a cord in his hlfldl- Sawyer felt it bite cruelly

against the chair rung.

I'll?“ bandit at Sawyer! aide lqua d moti l , ligtgn _

confedera one“ m‘ m. alarm and shifted his position m PM’ through the glue doorpanel

near, fie engine running. John Sawyer had a confuud ro-

that. He felt rather than 1:00:41 dim form appear out of the dark-

_"Guess not." John glanced ap--

"Okay?" the man on the other I

back and make it snappy. KQQp yin“ ' The man dropped to his knees,

into his ankles as they were jerked ' There was a slilht sound nearby. ,

evidently aim-sq m; . info the street. A motor car was -

collection of what happened aftlr ’

topple to the floor. Trembling with excitement he caught at the with both hands. dressed himash and his anchoring chair to it. He railed himself with some difficulty, groped for the lamp chain with one hand. A low cry burst from him.

Sonny

John Junior lay on hh back ai. the endofthsdeakhisfaceinthe circle of light cast by the swinging light. His eyes were closed, their heavy lashes against the colorless cheeks, Be/wyer slumped in his chair and hunted feverishly for his pock- ct knife. Two f ’ slashes and he was free. In an instant, he was lifting his boy in his arms.

"Son!" he groaned. "What have they done to you?"

John's eyelids flickered. H9 stared into the face bending over him as one roused from sleep.

"What's the matter?" he demand- 011,1 know now. My head hurts . ed querulously. "What are you . . .

Sawyer passed his hand gently over the smooth hair. There was no sign of the wound he feared. His fingers encountered a lump behind the boy's ear. , "Ouchl" .

"You must have struck yourself there. I was so afraid you were shoti" , "I think I was, Dad. My shoulders burns like fire. No . . . the other one.’.' SBWYer made a cautious search inside John's shirt. When he with- drew his hand the fingers were red. "They did. hit you, Son," he said quietly. "Nothing very serious."

"Yeah . . . I'm all right." John turned his face wearily against the arm that encircled him. "I feel kinda sick at my stomach," he mut- tered apologetically. "I'll see if I can't make you more comfortable. You must lie very still." John Sawyer suddenly realized his situation. In his anxiety he very nearly had forgotten. Those fleeing bandits might have the money for all be knew. EasingJohn gently to the floor, he snatched at the desk phone. "The police. Hurry!" A brief wait. "Hello! Central Garage calling. There's been a holdup. l-le laid down tho phone and turn- ed once more to his patient, It was strange that no one seemed to have heard that shot. The police would be coming in a minute. He loosened John's short and slip- ped ii; back from the shoulder. There it was .' . . A flesh wound. Blood oozing slowly. Sawyer hurried to the water cooler and saturated his handkerchief. He paused long en- ough to inspect the bandit lying oe- hind teh chair. The man gave no sign of consciousness. "There, Son. Does that feel better? Can you tell me about it?" "I'd been in the washroom. Your door was open a. little and I heard that guy talking to you. I saw the light go out and I slipped over and looked in. There was a wrench on b11116 floor and I grabbed it. That‘s a

"Johnnie . .” Sawyer slipped his arm under his boy's neck again. "You did that . . . for me?"

"Aw . . ." John smiled faintly. “Sure, Dad."

Car brakes squealing shriliy in the street. The office swarmed suddenly with bluecoated men. - "What's hapened?" A burly ser- geant strode to the counter and peered at Sawyer. "You in charge?" "Yes, sir. Two men held me up. One of them is lying over there on the floor . . . ." Before the words were fairly out of his mouth, the sergeant and two patrolmen were inside the enclosure. "He may have a gun." Sawyer cautioned. "I almost forgot."

“Go through him," the .sergea.nt ordered. He came over and looked down at John. "This one of 'em?" "No, sir. This is my son. He . .

"Never mind that now. Tell me just what ‘appened. Make it snappy." ' .

(To Be Continued.)

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It is Better Policy to Tell Truth When You Run Into _ ficulties -- It Will Hold "T elr Respect

for You in Later Years

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Your Children the ' ancial Dif-

Among my acquaintances is a family that has been particularly hard m; by me depression. Before it they were very wcll-to-do. clothes. a car, many luxuries, but breaking banks swept away their investments. e man lost his highly paid position. Now they ive in four small room. have to count carfare, and is glad to have a

They had I.

husband and father Job that even gives them brim

In telling me of her troubles the woman said"- "For one thing, at least, I am grateful. We hive been able to keep our anxieties from Our children. We have never fold them about losing our moneih

when we had to give- up our homewe said it was 4,00 big for us, that we preferred a smaller place because it would be cozier. the car because the doctor said we should W911! more, and that the reason we keep‘ a plain table is because rich foods and desserts are not 800d for

us. Oh, I've told them lies until I feel as if my middle name is Sapphire, but I am determined not to lay our burdens on their little shoulders, or to sadden their young lives with our troubles."

We told them we sold

I think this woman is making a" very great mistake, because she is not only taking a line of conduct that is bound to kill her children's res- pect for her. but she is giving them a wrong point of view about life. In the first place, she cannot possibly keep up liei’ deception long about their

play-acting at poverty.

It is almost impossible to fool children.

They are bound to soon discover the reality.

They have an uncanny

intuition for the truth. They go to the heart of things with brutal frank- ness. You might make an older person believe that you wore your shape- less old shoes because they were more comfortable, or ate stewedmeat instead of fllet mignon because you preferred it, but you couldn't, put it across with a child. He would spot you for the liar you were.

In the second place, this mother is making her children ashamed of honest poverty, which is adding the final sting to it and making it a thousand fold harder to endure. For the worst thing about poverty is not being poor. It consists in not being rich and once you accept the fact that

you can't live on a fashionable street and have imported cloth streamline cars. you can be very happy and comfortable in a

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for A Wholesome

Stewart's Bread for th meal snacks.

Try a loaf today,

milk. Perfectly baked, i too. Just ask your STEWARTS.

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YOU'RE playing safe with ysur children's health when you use

They'll like it. There's something different and better in its taste. That's l-scause StewarUs is made with high grade flour and the dough is made rich and healthful with plenty of whole

STEWAR 1's BAKERY

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the aswellasontoiraryou

in wearing hand-me-downs and riding in the bus. It is the ‘ of having money when you have none that wears you to skin and bone, the trying to keep up with the Joneses, the staving off the grocer to pay for a pink tea that takes the heart out of you.