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`Though only best fruit is used, end every precaution takers
in cooking and placing In jars, jellies sometimes
unaccountably refuse to set.
Many cooks don't know that the SUGAR may be the
cause, as if it contains organic matter, fermentation sets
in and Jelly will not set. Be on the safe side --Buy
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erm roo ences.
Protection is the prime requisite
for increasing the number of birds
in any area, and the results of pro-
tection are in direct proportion to
the amount given. Besides insuring
birds against every form of persecu-
tion by human kind, we must defend
them from various natural foes, The
most effectual single step is to sur-
round the proposed bird sanctuary
with a vermin proof fence. Such a
fence should prevent entrance either,
by digging or by climbing, but will
serve its greatest use if it can not be
climbed, and is, therefore, cat -proof.
If it is impracticable to build an im-
penetrable fence, the next best de-
vice is to put guards of sheet metal
on all nesting trees and on poles sup-
porting bird houses. This should be
done in any case where squirrels or
snakes are likely to intrude, as it is
usually impracticable to fence out
these animals. Tree guards should
be six feet or more above ground. At-
tacks by hawks, owls, crows, jays or
other enemies are best controlled by
eliminating the destructive individ-
uals.
Well Prepared Sail.
Soil well pulverized before the
crop is planted is much more pro-
ductive than cloddy land or any land
left with an uneven surface, because
the plantfood already in the land is
made more accessible and the little
root feeders which literally fill the
ground can better gather nourish-
ment from both earth and air. Land
thoroughly plowed and thoroughly
pulverized before planting is not
only rendered more fertile from a
natural viewpoint, but is in far bet-
ter condition to receive whatever arti-
ficial fertilizing one may wish to ap-
ply.
Put This inJour Scrapbook.
A breeder told his county institute
that he always found it profitable to
keep the following mixture in a dry
place, where his hogs could always
help themselves. One wagon load of
coal ashes, 100 pounds of salt, 50
pounds of sulphur, twenty pounds of
copperas, one barrel of lime. A little
charcoal and soft coal might help.
Making a Tree Comfortable.
In planting a tree to make it grow
—and there should be no other aim. ---
the tree should be made just as com-
fortable in its new environment as
possible. If the land is wet it should
be drained, for trees will never thrive
with wet feet. The best results are
obtained by preparing the land the
previous year for the setting of the
trees. Clover or cowpeas plowed un-
der in the fall will make humus the
following year and keep the soil about
the roots. Trees will often do well in
poor soils and unfavorable conditions
if good
soil is placed about their roots,ots
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so that they get a good start the first
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year or so. After they
once become
established they can do considerable
towards taking care of themselves.
The Farmer's Friend.
The dietary of a toad contains 77
per cent. of insects and the remain-
der is composed of spiders, crustacea
and worms. Having an amazingly
active tongue, he captures much of his
food on the wing. There is every
reason why farmers and gardeners
should encourage and protect the
toad. European gardeners often pur-
chase toads, considering their vigil-
ance in hunting insects well worth
a trifling outlay. Toads become very
tame when treated with considera-
tion, and as they never do any harm,
beyond occasionally excavating a lit-
tle cave for midday retirement in a
favorite flower bed, while destroying
a vast amount of insect life, there is
every reason why they should be
welcome guests.
When School Closes.
It's an awful queer sensation, yet
one chuck full of joy, that circulates
this time of year in every healthy
boy. It makes him stand upon his
head, and do all sorts of freaks, to
know the lock's tight on the school
for nigh a dozen weeks. The man
who thought of such a thing as sum-
mer school vacation, is worthy of a
monument and a silver tongued ora-
tion. So let us sing about the chap
in all our sweet refrains, and versify
the size and kind and color of his
brains. The chances are that he was
once a tiny boy at school, who learned
to figure and to spell beneath the
hickory rule. We never beard about
his name, nor the color of his skin,
but we'll bet our last red nickel that
he was white within. Hs took the
damper off of sport, and uncorked
lots of fun for we didn't have to
start at nine, and then again at one.
The wobbly creek with banks of clay
became a paradise; we swam with
frogs and leeches there, much 'gainst
our folks' advice. We played at in-
jun in the woods, with stain and
chicken feather, and we were nature's
children then most any kind of wea-
ther. The whole world seemed a
place to play, the ponds were big
as lakes, and rafts were strong as
battleships, with crews as brave as
Drake's. The forest was our grand
estate where we could monarchs be,
and hold dominion like a king with
castle in a tree, We knew most all
there was to know concerning birds
and things, where the meadow lark
had hid its nest and the blue jay
flashed its wings. We knew that old
black crows could talk when once
their tongues were split, and how to
wind a birch bark torch and hold it
when 'twas lit. Vs'e learned an awful
lot of things they never print in
books, when we lived upon the hill-
sides and camped beside the brooks.
We didn't seem to realize that those
days were our best, and they slipped
away like morning sun that sinks
down inthe
west. But they're wovenen
in our memories like silver threads or
g storehouse vast for after
gold—a str
years of stories yet untold. Time
won'tter back
in its mad fli
ght, but
ma us
. makes memory always will, andit
children Camped again on meadow-
land and hill. By "Ark," in Guelph
Mercury.
rk
Its Middle Name.
Little Robert, says an exchange,
rushed into the kitchen one day and
asked his mother what kind of pie
she was making.
"Lemon meringue pie," she an-
swered.
The little fellow disappeared, but
presently returned.
"Mania," he said, "what did you
say is the pie's middle name?"
Qtteen Alexandra is very fond of
Yorkshire pudding,
When flying a Union Sack, remem-
ber that the broad, white stripe
should be on top in the upper cor-
ner next the flagstaff.
Trn3: GOLDEN
Or "The Adventuresof 1.edgar'd."
Elyy the Author of "What He Qoa t He
KAY
CHAPTER II. ed to resent either the blow or .the
A fat unwholesome -looking creat- fierce words. He looked up into his
Lire, half native, half Belgian, wad- aggressors face in black surprise.
died across the open space towards "I. only looked at it," he muttered,
the hut in which the two strangers "It was lying on the floor."
"Looked been housed. He was followed at it! You looked .at it!
at a little distance by two sturdy Like your confounded impertinence
natives bearing a steaming pot which sir! Who are you to look at her! If
they carried. on n pole between them. ever I catch you. prying into my eon -
Trent set down his revolver and rose
to his feet.
"What news, Oaam. Sam?" he ask-
per
sk
Nature Make
The Flavour of
The cool, tempered breezes of the hill -top
gardens in Ceylon, produce atea of delicate
yet rich and fiavour'y quality. A careful
selection of the finest growths is blended to
make "SAx,,ADA". B 78
terns again, I'll shoot you::—by rt
Heaven I will!" pose you'll worry nee into a fever if
Trent laughed sullenly' and, having you don't have your own way,"
ed. Has the English officer been finished eating, lit his pipe, "You agree?" Mouty shrieked.
Your concerns are of no interest Trent nodded and dealt the cards,.
heard
e"No rdof news," the little close Lir anted, to me," he said shortly; "keep 'ern "It must beshowdraw,"
"The King, he send some of his own to yourself—and look here old 'un, he said. "VJ e aaafter the
keepour hands off me! ain'tbet, for we've no -
supper to the white men. 'They got safe y a thing to raise the stakes with!"
Monty was breathing hard and his
fingers trembled, as though the ague
of the swamps was already upon him.
He took up his cards one by one, and
what they want,' he say. 'They start down anod ;cool off!. t let me tell dont want
work mine soon as like, but they go sitany more of your tantrums."
away from here.' He not like them. Then there was a long silence be -
about the place! See!"
I 'ween tine Two men. as he snatched up the last he groan -
"Oh, that be blowed 1" Trent ?nut- Trent had been earlier in the
sat night awheret ed. Not a pair.
tered. "What's this lin the pot? It the front of the open but his eyes
don't smell bad." { fixed upon the ever -rising? noon, his
"Rabbit," the interpreter answered face devoid of intelligence, his eyes
tersely, ""Very good. Part King's dim. The fire of the last few minutes
own supper. White men very favor- had speedily burnt out. His half -sod -
ed," ; denecl brain refused 'to answer to the
Trent bent over the pot which the sudden spasm of memory which had
two men had set upon the ground. He awakened a spark of the former man.
If he 1 d th
around th brandn e rant bottle. Th i y 0 e. e ca in he threw down a pair of aces.
in. ! beauty of the African night could "Mine!" he said. "I kept an ace
"Very big bone for a rabbit, Sam," weave no spell upon him. A few and drew another. Give me the
he remarked, doubtfully. : feet behind Trent by the light of the brandy!"
Trent rose up, measured the con-
tents of the bottle with his fore -
took a fork from his belt and dug it is oughts at ali, they hung
"Four cards," he whispered hoarse-
ly. Trent dealt them out, looked at
his own hand, and, keeping a pair of
queens, took • three more cards. He
failed to improve, and threw them
upon the floor. With frantic eager-
ness Monty grovelled clown to see
theme -then with a ,shriek of triumph
Sam looked away. ` Very big rah- moon, was practising tricks with a
bits round here," he remarked. "Best pack of greasy cards. By and by a
keep pot. Send men away. !spark of intelligence found its way finger, and poured out half the con -
Trent nodded, and the men with- into Monty's brain. He turned round tents into a horn mug. Monty' stood
drew. ; furtively. trembling by.
"Stew all right," Sam whispered 1 "Trent," lie said, "this is slow! Let "Mind," Trent said, "you are a
confidentially. "You eat him. No us have a friendly game—you and I," fool to drink it and I am a fool to
fear. But you got to go. King be- . Trent yawned. i let you. You risk your life and mine.
ginning get angry. He say white "Come on, then," he said. "Single Sam has been up and swears we must
men not to stay. They got what he Poker or Euchre, eh?" clear out to -morrow. What sort of
promised, now they go. I know King "I do not mind," Monty replied af- form do you think you'll be in to
—know this people well! You get (ably. "Just which you prefer." walk sixty miles through the swamps
away quick. He think you want be "Single Poker, then," Trent said, and bush, with perhaps a score of
King here! You got the papers—all "And the stakes ?" these devils at our heels? Come now,
you want, eh?" I "We've nothing left to play for," old 'un, be reasonable."
"Not quite, Sam," Trent answered. Trent answered gloomily, "except The veins on the old man's fore -
"There's an Englishman, Captain cartridges." head stood out like whipcord.
Francis, on his way here up the Monty made a wry face. "Poker "I won it," he cried. "Give it me!
Coast, going on to Walgetta Fort. He for love, my dear Trent," he said, Give it me, I say."
must be here to -morrow. I want him "between you and me, would lack all Trent made no further protest. He
to see the King's signature. If he's the charm and excitement. It would walked back to where he had been
a witness these niggers can never be, in fact, monotonous! Let us ex- lying and recommenced his Patience.
back out of the concession. They're ercise our ingenuity. There must be Monty drank off the contents of the
slippery devils. Another chap map, something still of value in our pos- tumbler in two long, delicious gulps!
come on with more rum and they'll , session." Then he flung the horn upon the floor
forget us and give him the right to 1 He relapsed into an affectation of and laughed aloud.
work the mines, too. See!" 1 thoughtfulness, Trent watched him "That's better," he cried, "that's
"I see," Sam answered; "but him curiously. He knew quite well that better. What an ass you are, Trent!
not safe to wait. You believe me. I: his partner was dissembling, but he To imagine that a drain like that
know tam niggers. They take two l scarcely knew to what end. Monty's would have any effect at all, save to
days get drunk, then get devils, four; eyes, moving round the grass -bound put life into a man! Bah! What do
—raving mad. They drunk now. Kill; hut, stopped at Trent's knapsack you know about it?" Trent did not
any one to-morrow—perhaps you. i which hung from the central pole. He raise his head. He went on with his
Kill you certain to -morrow night. You uttered a little exclamation. solitary game, and, to all appearance,
listen now!" 1 "I have it," he declared. "The very paid no heed to his companion's
Trent stood up in the shadow of the thing." words. Monty was not in the humor
overhanging roof. Every now and' "Well!" to be ignored. He flung himself on
then came a wild shrill cry from the "You are pleased to set an alto- the ground opposite to his companion.
lower endof the village. Some one gether fictitious value upon that half "What a slow -blooded sort of creat -
was beating a frightful, cracked drum bottle of brandy we have left," he ure you are, Trent!" he said.- "Don't
which they had got from a trader. The said. "Now I tell you what I will You ever drink, don't you ever take
tumult wad , certainly increasing. do. In a few months we shall both Life a little more gaily?"
Trent swore softly, and then looked be rich men. I will play you for illy "Not when I am carrying my life
irresolutely over his shoulder to I.O.U. for fifty pounds, fifty 'sove- in my hands," Trent answered grim -
where Monty was sleeping. • reigns, Trent, against half the con- lar- "I get drunk sometimes—when
If the worst comes we shall never tents of that bottle. Come, that is a there's nothing on and the blues come
get away quickly," he muttered. "That fair offer, is it not? How we shall —never at a time like this though."
old carcase can scarcely drag himself laugh at this in a year or two. Fifty "It is pleasant to hear," the old
along." pounds against a tumblerful—posi- moan remarked, stretching out his
with cunning tively there is no more—a tumblerful
eyes. of not fit only die," he said soft- of brandy."
e a as watching Trent's face all
limbs, "that you do occasionally re-
lax. in your present frame of mind
=you will not be offended I trust—
ly. "He very old, very sick man, you the time, but the younger man gave You are just a little heavy as a com-
leave him here! I see to him." no sign. When he had finished, Trent panion. Never mind. In a year's
Trent turned away in sick disgust. took up the cards, which he had shuf- time I will be teaching you how to
"We'll be off to -morrow, Sam," he' fled for Poker,and dealt them out for dine—to drink champagne,to—b '
said shortly. "I say! I'mbeastly Patience. Monty's eyes ere dim the way, Trent, have yu vr tasted
hungry. What's
s in that pot?"
with disappointment. champagne?'
Sam spread out the palms of his "What!" he cried. "You don't "Never," Trent answered gruffly.
hands. �} agree! Did you understand me? Fifty "Don't know that I want to either."
"He declared, right, twoee him cooked,"
ak d, one he pounds, Trent! Why, you must be Monty was compassionate. "My
monkey."
mad young friend,"he said, "1 would give
Trent took out a plate and helped"Oh, shut up!" Trent growled. "1 my soul to have our future before us, �
p don't want your money, and the to have your youth and never to have
himself. brandy's poison to you! Go to sleep!"tasted champagne. Phew! the me -1
"All right," he said. "Be off now. Monty crept a little nearer to his' mory of it is delicious!" l
We'll go to -morrow before these tows- partner and laid his hand upon his "Why don't you go to bed?" Trent `
ley -headed beauties are awake." P !
Sam nodded and waddled off. Trent
threw a biscuit and hit his companion
on the cheek,
"Here, wake up, Monty!" he ex-
claimed: "Supper's come from the
royal kitchen. Bring your plate and
tuck in!"
Monty struggled to his feet and
came meekly towards where the pot
stood simmering upon the ground.
"I'm not hungry, Trent," he said,
"but I am very thirsty, very thirsty
indeed. My throat is all parched. I
am almost uncomfortable. Really I
think your behavior with regard to
the brandy is most unkind and un-
generous; I shall be ill, I know I
shall. Won't you—"
"No, I won't," Trent interrupted.
"Now shut up all that rot and eat
something."
"I have no appetite,
thank
you,"
ou,"
Monty answered, with sulky dignity.
"Eat something,and don't be a
sillyass!"Txentinsisted. a
hard journey before us, and you'll
needallthe
g your h strength in carcase
uckomari again.
t land you in BHere,
0
you've
dropped someof your precious
rubbish."
forward
Trent stooped. andpicked
up what seeed to him at first to be
a piece of cardboard from the ground.'
He was about to fling it to its owner,
when he saw that it was a photo-
graph. It was the likeness of agirl,
a very young girl apparently, far her
hair was still down her back, and her
dress was scarcely of the orthodox
length. It was not particularly well
taken, but Trent had never seen any-
thing like it before. The lips were
slightly parted, the deep eyes were
brimming with laughter, the pose
was full of grace, even though the
girl's figure was angular, Trent had
seen as much as this, when he felt the
smart of a sudden blow upon the
cheek, the picture was snatched from
his hand,. and Monty—his face eon-
vuised with anger—glowered fiercely
upon hint.
"You infernal young blackguard!
You impertinent, meddling blockhead!
How dare you presume to look at that
photograph! How dare you, air! How
dace you!"
Trent eras too thoroughly' astonish.
arm. His shirt -fell open, showing , said. "You'll need all your strength
the cords of his throat swollen and to -morrow!"
twitching. His voice was half a sob.( Monty waved his hand with serene
"Trent, you are a young man—not • contempt.
old like me. You don't understand' "I am a man of humors, my dear
my constitution. Brandy is a metes-, friend," he said, "and to -night my
sity to me! I've lived on it so long; humor is to talk and to be merry.
that I shall die if you keep it from' What is it the philosophers tell us ?—
me! Remember, it's a whole day' that the sweetest joys of life are the
since I tasted a drop! Now I'll make! joys of anticipation. Here we are,
it a hundred. What do you say to' then, on the eve of our triumph—Iet
that? One hundred!" I us talk, plan, be happy. Bah! how
Trent paused in his game, and , thirsty it makes one! Come, Trent,
looked steadfastly into the eager face what stake will you have me set up
thrust
ged his close
shoulderss andup hgathered shrug
randy?"
he -L baainst rtat other tumblerful of
the cards. g "No stake that you can offer,"
"You're the silliest fool I ever Trent answered shortly. "That drop
knew," he said bluntly, "but I sup- I of brandy may stand between us and
death. Pluck up your courage, man,
and forget for a bit that there is
such a thing as drink."
Monty frowned and looked stealth-
ily across towards the bottle.
(To be continued.)
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IN DEFENCE OF A BERRY.
By Peter McArthur.
There is an old saying, "Give a dog
a bad name, and kill him," which ap-
plies everywhere in life. No matter
how good a thing may be, if you give
it a bad name you may as well do
away with it. It is all very well for
Shakespeare to say that "A rose by
any other name would smell as
sweet," but if you called a new va-
riety of rose "The Skunk Cabbage
Rose" it would take a long while
winning favor.
I am moved to make these reflec-
tions because one of the best of our
tender fruits suffers from a bad
name, and I wish to proclaim the fact
that its bad name is due to a strange
mistake. The very name gooseberry
suggests something about which one
could not hope to be enthusiastic in
spite of the fact that gooseberry wine
figures in the Vicar of Wakefield,
that literary masterpiece in which
everything is dainty. And the chil-
dren who have not yet learned the
disfavor that goes with the name
"goose" will reach for gooseberry
tart before any other, but the name
"goose" puts all grown ups• on their
guard. And now comes a great phil-
ogist who proves the name is a vulgar
and ignorant mistake. The berry is
one that should be known as the
Saintsberry—and the berry of the
most beloved of saints at that.
Mr. Fox Talbot gives the following
remarkable account of the origin of
the name "gooseberry"; Gooseberries
are called in German, Johannis-beer-
en, that is, "John's berries," because
they ripen about the feast of St. John.
St. John is called in Holland, St. Jan,
and the fruit is there called "Sans
beeren." Now this word has been—
centuries ago—corrupted into "Gans-
beeren," of which our English word
Gooseberries is a literal translation;
Gans in German signifying a goose.
So you see that the only thing the
matter with the delicately flavored
St. John's berry is that it has suf-
fered from a touch of German Kultur
and has been called out of its name..
Give it its right name and saintly 1
character and you will never be with-
out jam from it for your tarts.
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Superfluous Grit.
During a particularly nastly dust -
storm at one of the camps a recruit
ventured to seek shelter in the sacred
precincts of the cook's domain.
After a time he broke an awkward
silence by saying to the cook:
"If you put the lid on that camp
kettle you would not get so much of
the dust in your soup."
The irate cook glared at the intru-
der and then broke out:
"See here, my lad, your business is
to serve your country."
"Yes," interrupted the recruit, "but
not to eat it."
More lunatics are caused through
drink than through any other vice.
Two sovereigns of England have
lived to an age of over eighty, three
to an age of over seventy, and ten
to an age of over sixty.
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very few cavalry regiments
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The Latest Notes,
Of nil garments that a woman
wears, the negligee needs a touch oft
loveliness and soft color. These
little folderols can be made amazingly
becoming and very beautiful too, at
shall expense. The figured dimities
and organdies, shadow laces and dell-
cate batistes come at reasonable
prices and so small a quantity of
fabric is needed that any .clover wom-
an can make up a little jacket or ka.
mono for almost nothing-
The empire style is practical and
always becoming,
Wide laces can be sewed together
by hand and they make adorable
lounging raiment.
Satin cordings can be used between
seams and little handmade rosebuds
are effective trimming.
Fine crepe is beautiful and washes
well. Dotted Swiss always is excel-
lent; particularly when edged with a
fine linen lace. Old lace gowns that
are out of style can he utilized for
these charming trifles, and, with a bit
of ribbon and a bit of though, will
of ribbon anda bit of thought, will
useful raiment,
Petticoats have been put away in
cedar chests and shirtwaist boxes for
the last few years, but they are now
to see the Iight of day. They are to
be worn full and very much trimmed.
The eminent Paquin actually dis-
plays petticoat models, and some of
the other designers are putting drop
skirts of lace or thin, sheer taffeta
or organdy in their loveliest frocks.
Pale coral, cream and sky blue are
the favorite colors of the new under-
skirts, and they are made up in lin-
gerie, silk, lace, chiffon and satin. In
all cases the upper portion must fit
snugly about the hips. The sleep
flounce or group of ruffles usually
starts just below the knee, flaring to
the most astonishing width. Some-
times bias folds of taffetas are used
on the lower edge of the flounce to
make it more crinolinelike.
Tulip petticoats are very pretty,
particularly for dancing gowns. They
are made with a foundation of white
tulle with a deeply scalloped over-
skirt, which gives the flower-like ef-
fect.
If you desire something very love-
ly, fashion your petticoat of wide
white Chantilly lace flouncing and
trim it with loops of satin ribbon or
cordons of chiffon roses.
Jabots, peplum and bertha of lace
form the trimming of a new dancing
frock displayed.
The material is stiff white, coral -
coin -spotted organdy, that is treated
with glue to give it body. Softer
materials will not do for this model,
since the side jabots of lace necessar-
ily are too heavy for a yielding fab-
ric.
The skirt is slightly scalloped of
hem, with a tiny edge of lace, giving
an even finish. The jabot is filled in
with bows of coral -colored satin rib-
bon, which also furnishes the material
for the very high girdle, which clasps
with two roses of faded blue. The
frill below the girdle is five inches,
the same width as the bertha. The
upper portion of the bodice is made
of lace arranged surplice fashion. As
usual, there are no sleeves, but the
bertha supplies a little lambrequin for
the upper arm.
What a High Explosive Is.
The shell question for the British
army concerns the supply not of.
shrapnel, but of shell containing high
explosive. These high -explosive
shells are strong steel cases with a
fuse, usually placed in the base. The
charge employed may be either lyd-
dite—which is a preparation of picric
acid—or tri-nitrotoluol.
The metal in the shell is fairly
thick. The explosion is very violent,
and has a thoroughly destructive ef-
fect upon anything near the point
where the shell explodes—concrete
walls, entanglements, steel shields
for the trenches; or for guns. The
French and Germans use these shells
to prepare the way for assaults on
hostile trenches, demolishing with
them all obstacles.
Shrapnel are quite different pro-
jectiles, and are serviceable against
infantry in the open or lightly en-
trenched. They are thin steel cases
containing a very small charge of
or moderate power_explosive,
low
P s
whichopens o ens the cases and liberates
them.
a large number of bullets in tl m
.
These cover an oval area 'as they
scatterunprotected •.
and kill:un t e
P ect d n•en.
Shrapnel are useless against
t forti-
fied
positions, strongly -built houses,
or deep and well-planned entrench-
ments.
France's Legion of Honor was in-
stituted by Napoleon Bonaparte.
Great Britain initiated submarine
telegraphy.
Many a goodreputation has been
stabbed "by a pointed tongue.
The . homely girl's face is her
chaperon.
According to tradition, the seven
deadly sins are: anger, pride, glut-
tony, lust, avarice, envy, and sloth.
' There are nearly four thousand
kr own languages, or dialects, in the
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