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Exeter Times, 1915-10-28, Page 6Sy o ndred Of course, ''Crown :Brand'' is your favorite Table Syrup, Of course, you enjoy its delicious, appetizing flavor with Bread, .Pa/wakes and Hoe ,:xscuii's., But what .about "Crown Brand" isle the kitchen ? Do youse ED ARaF��ppS134✓RG for Gingerbread, Cookies, Cakes, Pies and Sweet Sauces for all kinds of Puddings ? Do you, always use it for Candy-nnaking? Try it in all these ways. You'll find "Crown Brand" Corn Syrup handy, convenient, econo- mical, dependable, good, "14114Y WHITE" is just what its name implies—a clear s corn syrup—more delicate in flavor than "Crown Brand", that is equally good for the table and for candy -making, ' k ASK YOUR GROCER --1 2,s ,�'�4°„�'dr N , to AND 20 POUND TINS. o The Canada Starch Co. Limited, letentrcaL ses -. The Bred - - o ;t° are on the Farm. When the active working season on the farm will have a little let-up, the; farmer can have a moment to spare, to ascertain of what value his brood mares have been. He will remember, in the first place that they have each given birth this season and have raised to -weaning age a nice promising colt that bids fair to develop into a good saleable horse later on. These youngsters are increasing in value and as they are yearlings now will help to make their living next season as two year olds. The brood mares have also done much farm and road work. Probably I snake a mistake in cred-1 iting each mare with a colt every year; so it is safer to say that count- I ing for accidents a mare should aver- age two colts every three years. j It would be rather a hard matter to say just what product she will give her owner each year of her work- ing ing and breeding life. So much de- pends on her quality and especially 1 upon her capacity as a sure breeder! and likewise as a good mother. Mares, like cows, differ greatly in I their flow of milk and many times al medium-sized animal with heavy milk- " flow capacity will raise a bigger and better colt than a much larger ani - mai whose milk flow is insufficient. The practical horse breeder and the farmer of experience is well aware of these facts and one will often be sur- prised to see farmers keep breeding. mares that to the uninitiated appear to be indifferent specimens. Say that a farmer . has bought a mare in January for $150. Sheds five years old and he breeds her in March. The stud fee is $25, but the money is not due unless the mare. -proves to be in foal. The colt has cost $25 at birth and at weaning time, four months later, he should be worth, if ,a good indi- vidual and a good grade, say $40. By next spring he should be worth $75 and at two years old should bring $100 to $125. Now he can be put to work. From then until he is four years old he should earn his feed—say $75 a year—and give a profit of $25 per year, although $50 would be nearer the mark. At four years of age he should be worth $200, judging .from the way well-bred, well -broken and well -kept horses are now selling. We will say that a breeder is lucky enough to have raised a pair of four - years -olds, sound, good lookers, !hearty, with snap and style, weighing from 1,200 to 1,400 pounds each, for the pair $400 can easily be had in any of the big markets. These are not fanciful figures; but are based upon actual experience of every -day farmers of breeding, rais- ing and selling colts. Every farmer should, if possible, ' keep one or more good brood mares not broken winded, worn out, city hacks, but sound, well -shaped, well- bred animals that possess individual merit, and whose progeny will sell readily when the dealer comes along. Any breeder of experience knows well that almost as much depends on the brood -mare as on the stallion in the raising of any breed of good horses. Many colts take their conformation from their mother, especially from their shoulders back. For instance, if a mare has wide, ragged hips, her colts are most liable to inherit this tendency. Many colts also inherit their dispositions from their dams. Brood -mares should be sound, of quiet disposition, strongly built, and they should be well cared for. It is a severe loss to the farmer who pays $25 stud fee, loses two or three months' work of his mare, and then loses a colt at birth or afterward, and all from neglect of some sort. The mare can be worked up to a week or two before the colt is drop- ped. In fact, she is better off for the regular exercise, but she should be handled by a careful man, who will not excite her, and she should have a roomy box stall for her sleeping quar- ters. Although many may disagree with me, I am firmly convinced from near 130 years' experience on breeding farms, that it is a risky business pur- chasing aged' mares, who have spent the best years of their life doing work in the cities, and trying to make brood mares of them. Even if they are only eight or ten years old, it is an expensive experi- ment. The reason is obvious. In the first place when a mare has arrived at t_ hat age, and has never had a colt, her chances of getting in foal are lessened each yeat. Furthermore, it is safe to say that as reasonable proportion of these mares have slunked their colts, and for this reason they have been sent froln the farms andsold in the cities, where they can do excellent work. In choosing brood -mares, always buy young ones, say from three to five years old, then you should be able to count on all of them getting in foal or certainly nearly every one, when, if you pick up a lot of second hand mares, of uncertain age, your percentage of colts will be extremely uncertain. One good, sound young mare, bought from some reliable farmer or breeder, is worth more for breeding purposes than half a dozen so-called bargains picked up in the city.- C.M.S. "Hallam', Tampers Guide" Ssnailah or Pamela, 96 pa$oa tons hove and 'wham to trap and other valuable !ator,na- t1e7.1 fot thetrapper "Raw Fur FrEee L'st" Fur Stye. Gad at 1,saut'tu1 Are sats and Sar. tnente, ago "Teepees ant' Sportsmen's Supp'y Gatatcg' Gum, Trapa, Animal Bal;. Pleb Nets, oto. at Iovest Priam g�cpp,:3111uatratted. Sent Nliryl'C. Addroos, JO U 6 ALLAMs $0"4 I allam gnild,r. Llr,,ilrcD, i'�I20Idi'O Here's why What It Was. Willis—The Inst time I was here you were puzzled over a peculiar mark which you found on the wall. Did you solve it? Gillis ---Yes. It is evidently the place where the rain coming in from the roof meets the water leaking up from the cellar. Indemnity for One Crime. An indemnity of $00,000 has been paid by the German Government, through its ambassador in Madrid, for the seven Spaniards shot at Liege in August, 1914, says the Paris'FSig- aro's correspondent at Hendaye, on the Spanish- 'frontier. THE OOLDEN KEY Cr "The 3 dve,nfures of Led4arcf," y the Author of "Whet He. Cost .Her," CHAPTER; XX.—(Cont'd). "I think," Davenant said, "that you are taking too much for granted. do not know Scarlett Trent, and :frankly admit that I am prejudiced against him and all his class. Yet think that he deserves his chance like any man. Go to him axed ask him face to face, how your father died declare yourself, press for all par ticulers, seek even for corroboration of his word. Treat him if you will as an enemy, but as an honorable one!' She shook her head. "The man," she said, "has all the plausibility of his class, He has learned it in the money school, where these things become an art. He be- lieves himself secure—he is even now seeking for me. lee . is all prepared with his story. No, my way is best." "I do not like your way," he said. It is not like you, Ernestine." "For the sake of those whom one loves," she said, "one will do much that one hates. When I think that but for this man my father might still have been alive, might have lived to know how much I loathed those who sent him into exile—well, I feel then that there is nothing in the world I would not do to crush him!" He rose to his feet—his fresh, ra- ther boyish face, was wrinkled with care. "I shall live to be sorry, Er- nestine," he said, "that I ever told you the truth about your father." "If I had discovered it for myself," she said, "and, sooner or later, I should have discovered it, and had learned that you too had been in the conspiracy, I should never have spoken to you again as long as I liv- ed." "Then I must not regret it," he said, "only I hate the part you are going to play. I hate to think that I must stand by and watch, and say nothing." "There is no reason," she said, "why you should watch it; why do you not goy away for a time?" Fable and solid chair with a little round table by . his side, drinking tea and I eating buttered scones, and if not al-- e together at his ease very nearly so. Opposite him was Davenant, dying to I escape yet constrained to be ag'ree- able, and animated, toe, with a keen, distasteful curiosity to watch Er- nestine's . methods. And Ernestine herself chatted all the time, diffused good fellowship and tea --she made an atmosphere which bad a nameless fas- ciliation for the man who had •conte j to middleage without knowing what a home meant. Davenant studied him ' and became thoughtful. He took note of the massive features, the iron jaw, the eyes as bright as steel, and his thoughtfulness became anxiety. Er- nestine, too, was strong, but this man was a rock. What would happen if she carried out her purpose, fooled, betrayed him, led him perhaps to ruin? Some day her passion would leap up, she would tell him, they would be face to face, injured man and taunting woman. Davenant had an ugly vision as he sat there. He saw the man's eyes catch fire, the muscles of his face twitch; he saw Ernestine shrink back, white with terror, and the man followed her. "Cecil! Aren't you well'? you're looking positively ghastly!" He pulled himself together—it had been a very realistic little interlude, "Bad headache!" he said, smiling. "By the by, I must go!" "If ever ypu did such a thing as work," she remarked, "I should say that you had been doing too much. As it is, I suppose you have been sit- ting up too late. Good-bye. I am so glad that you were here to meet Mr. Trent. Mr, Davenant is my cousin, you know," she continued, turning to her visitor, "and he is almost the only one of my family who has not cast me off utterly." Davenant made his adieux with a heavy heart. He hated the hypocrisy with which he hoped for Scarlett Trent's better acquaintance and the letter's bluff acceptance of an invita- tion to look him up at his club. He walked out into the street cursing his mad offer to her and the whole busi- ness. But Ernestine was very well satisfied. She led Trent to talk about Africa again, and he plunged into the sub- ject without reserve. He told her stories and experiences with a certain graphic and picturesque force which stamped him as the possessor of an imaginative power and command of words for which she would scarcely have given him credit. She had the unusual gift of making the best of all those with whom she came in contact. Trent felt that he was interesting her, and gained confidence in himself. All the time she was making a so- cial estimate of hini. He was not by any means impossible. On the con- trary there was no reason why he should not become a success. That he was interested in her was already obvious, but that had become her in- tention. The task began to seem al- most easy as she sat and listened to him. 'I cannot," he answered sadly, "and you know why." She was impatient, but she looked at him for a moment with a gleam of sadness in her eyes. "It would be much better for you," she said, "if you would nuke up your mind to put that folly behind you." "It may be folly, but it is not the sort of folly one forgets." "You had better try then, Cecil," she said, "for it is quite hopeless. You know that. Be a man and leave off dwelling upon the impossible. I do not wish to marry, and I do not ex- pect to, but if ever I did, it would not be you!" He was silent for a few moments— looking gloomily across at the girl, loathing the thought that she, his ideal of all those things which most become a woman, graceful, handsome, perfectly bred, should ever be brought into contact at all with such a pian as this one whose confidence she was planning to gain. No, he could not go away and leave her! He must be at hand, must remain her friend. "I wonder," he said, "couldn't we have one of our old evenings again? Listen—" "I would rather not," she interrupt- ed softly. "If you will persist in talking of forbidden subjects you must go away. Be reasonable, Cecil." He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again his tone was changed. "Very well," he said. "I will try to let things be as youew'eh for the present. Now do you wish to hear some news ?" She nodded. "Of course." "It's about Dick—seems rather a coincidence too. He was at the Cape, you know, with a firm of surveyors, and he's been offered a post on the Gold Coast." "The Gold Coast! Bow odd! Any- where near—" "The offer came from the Bekwando Company!" - "Is he going?" "Yes." She was full of eager interest. "How extraordinary! Be might be able to make some inquiries for me." He nodded. "What there is to • be discovered about Mr. Scarlett Trent he can find out! But, Ernestine, I want you to understand this! I have nothing against the man, and although I dis- like him heartily, I think it is mad- ness to associate him in any way with your father's death." "You do not know him. I doe' "I have only told you my opinion," he answered, "it is of no consequence. I will see with your eyes. He is your enemy and he shall be my enemy. If there is anything shady in his past out there, depend upon it Dick will hear of it." She pushed the wavy hair back from her forehead—her eyes were bright, and thore was a deep flush of color in her cheeks. But the man was not to be deceived. He knew that these things were not for him. It was the accomplice, she welcomed and not the man. "It is a splendid stroke of fortune," she said. "You will write to Fred to day, won't you? Don't prejudice him either, way.; Write as though your in- terest were merely. curiosity. It is the truth I want to get at, that is all, If the man is innocent I wish hint no harm ---only I believe. hila guilty." Thein. w.s a knock at the door— both tiro ned round. Ernestine's trial little maid :servant;was announcing a visitor -,oho followed close ..behind. "Mr. Scarlett Trent." CHAPTER 5 Xl Ernestine was a delighifel poetess, she, loved eitv,.tior:s, and her eeisij5 taet was ill:riataile en a Few min- utes Trent w'ts ..e.. t:..l in a comeort- Then he gave her a start. Quietly and without any warning he changed the subject into one ti'hich wa fraught with embarrassment for her .At his first words the color faded from her cheeks. "I've been pretty lucky since I go back. Things have gone my way a bit, and the only disappointment I've had worth speaking of has been in connection with a matter right out side money. I've been trying to find the daughter' of that old partner of mine—I told you about her—and I can't." She changed her seat a little. There was• no need for her to affect any in- terest in what he was saying. She listened to every word intently. "Monty," he said reflectingly, "was a good old sort in a way, and I had a an idea, somehow, that his daughter hich tern out something like the pian himself, and at heart Monty was d all right. I didn't know who she s was or her name—Monty was always precious close, but I had the address of a firm of lawyers who knew all about her. I called there the other day and saw an old chap who ques- tioned me until I wasn't sure whether I was on my head or my heels, and, after all, he told me to call. again this afternoon for her address. I told him; of course, that Monty died a pauper and he'd no share of our . concession to will away, but I'd done so' well that I thought I'd like to make over a trifle to her—in fact, I'd put away £10,000 worth of Bekwando shares for her. I called this afternoon, and do you know, Miss Wendermott, the young lady declined to have anything to say to me—wouldn't let me know who she was that I might have gone and talked this over in a friendly way with her. Didn't want money, didn't want to hear about her father!" "You must have been disappoint- ed," "I'll admit it," he replied, "I was; I'd come to think pretty well of Monty although he was a loose fish, and I'd a sort of fancy for seeing his.daugh- te-." $h.e took up a screen as though to shield the .fire from her face. Would the man's eyes never cease question- s t There's a Subtle Charm. about the delicious flavour of Fashion Hints BIO6 This flav ur is Duque and never found in cheap, ordinary teas. Let us exit you a sample. Black, erred or Green. on with the thing myself, and find out somehow who this young lady is!" "Who were the lawyers?" "Cuthbert and Cuthbert," "They are most respectable people," she said. "I know Mr. Cuthbert and their standing is very high. If Mr, Cuthbert told you that the young lady wished to remain unknown to you, I am quite sure that you may believe him," "That's all right," Trent said, "but here's what puzzles me. The girl may be small enough and mean enough to decline to have anything to say to me because her father was a bad lot, and she doesn't want to be reminded of, him, but for that very reason can you imagine her virtually refusing a large sum of money? I told old Cuthbert about it. There was 210,- 000 worth of shares waiting. for her and no need for any fuss. Can you understand that?" "It seems very odd," she said. "Per- haps the girl objects to being given money. It is a large sum to take as a present from a stranger." "If she is that sort of girl," he said decidedly, "she would at least want to meet and talk with the man who saw the last of her father. No, there's something else in it, and I think that I ought to find her. Don't you ?" She hesitated. "I'm afraid I can't advise you," she said; "only if she has taken so much pains to remain unknown, I am not 'sure—I think that if I were you I would assume that she has a good, reason for it." "I can see no good reason," he said, "and there is a mystery behind it which would be better cleared up. Some day I will tell you more about it" Evidently Ernestine was weary of the subject, for she suddenly changed it. She led hint on to talk of other things. When at last he glanced at the clock he was horrified to see how long he had stayed. "You'll remember, I hope, Miss Wendermott, he said, "that this is the first afternoon call I've ever paid. I've•no idea how long I ought to have stayed, but certainly not two hours." "The time has passed quickly," she said, smiling upon him, so that his momentary discomfort passed' away. "I have been very interested in the stories of your past, Mr. Trent, but do you know I am quite as much interest- ed, more so even, in your future." "Tell me what you mean," he ask- ed. "You have so much before you, so many possibilities. There is so much that you may gain, so much that you may miss." He looked puzzled. "I have a lot of money," he said. "That's all! I haven't any friends. nor -any education worth speaking of. I don't see quite where the possi- bilities. come in." She crossed the room and came a over close to his side, resting her arm upon the mantelpiece. She was still wearing her walking -dress, prim and straight in its folds about her tall, graceful figure, and her hair, save for he slight waviness about the fore- ead, was plainly dressed. There were one of the cheap arts about her to. which Trent had become accustomed n women who sought to attract. Yet, s she stood looking down at him, a faint smile, half humorous, half satiri- cal, playing about the corners of her shapely mouth, he felt his heart beat faster than ever it had done in any JOI+FRE'S PEOPLE AGGRIEVED. Native Village Thinks Commaade Has Deserted Them. All Manner of Sleeves. Never in the history of fashion, madame, has the human woman per.; son been offered such a variety of sleeves! She takes her choice! It is confusion! Tight from the shoulder to the wrist your sleeve ° xray be. Full, like a balloon, you may have it. If you like puffs, then puff it! A puff be- low; a puff above, .a puff between! Put it where you please. Paquin has revived the mutton leg,. but how cleverly he does it! Never that Hideous bump at the shoulder that has to be tucked in. Remember , r how sleeves did once have to be tuck. ed in? Rivesaltes, France, the town that gave birth to the Commander -in -Chia of the French armies, is pouting. Th -blinds of J'offre's house have bee closed more than a year and the pa tient woodpecker has had to'pierc them in so many places they look a if a a machine-gun had been operat ing there. The villagers no longei point the place out to visitors, Al because Joffre has not taken the time to go home to receive the address of felicitations of his neighbors and the present bought for him by popular subscriptions. The General -in -Chief is for the moment blacklisted and will have to exercise some of his finest etrategy after the war to lift the pen- alty of his , neglect. The ill -humor of Rivesaltes is ag- gravated by a total lack of "sous" and a big deficit in wine. The ab- sence of 'small change is attributed to the German raid on all forms of cop- per, and this, too, falls on Joffre, who ought to have'been able to prevent it. For the shortage of the vintage of 1915 there is the More logical rea- son of mildew. There is less song and laughter in all the towns of the south, for the Midi has found something in the war that it is bound to take seriously. All Perpignan salutes gravely when the Belgian band, recruited from the re- fugees of Flanders, marches by play- ing the "Brabanconne," but the bois- terous cheers of other days are ab- sent. Every day the Place de la Loge is crowded in front of the bulletin board of the Sporting Club, where is posted the latest news from the cham- pion football players of France, with friends anidous to see what naive has been added to the already long list of those who had fallen on the field of battle. Toulouse is quite as grave as Per- pignan, though more busy making powder, cartridges and bombs. - Toulouse is interesting also for the mystery that surrounds one of the old brick mansions where Bachelier carved coats of arms in 1535. With fixed bayonets, night and day, the Territorials defend the entrance to this house. The rumor was current in the early fall last year that the Bank cg France had transferred its gold reserves there. When the bank returned to Paris, however, the Ter- ritorials continued their guard. Their mission is still a mystery to the pub- lic in general, but the.initiated assert confidentially that Leonard de Vinci's • 'Monna Lisa," removed from the Louvre when danger threatened Pa- ris, is in safekeeping there in an in- violable steel case. • ft The new mutton leg does n4' be.‹ gin at the shoulder seam. The 'shout, n der is a part of the body of the cor-' sage, and it dips down very. kindly e like a little epaulette. There the mut- e ton leg forms an attachment. puffing out,�monstrousiy, and narrowing down narrowly until—mercy on us—it is I nothing more than a slim little sleeve I covering a pretty wrist! In tulle and in chiffon this sleeve is beautiful. With the short little dumpy basque an adorable sleeve is that which is fitted snuggly to just above the el- bow, where it fattens out into a bouf- fant puff. Another sleeve, particular- ly suitable for the 'frock of Georgette crepe, has the lower sleeve cut with a vandyke that wears a little row of buttons so that it will ever hang ex- actly as it should. - h i a African jungle. It was the nervous nd emotional side of the man to w she appealed. He felt unlike himself, undergoing a new phase of evelopment. There was something tirring within him which he could not understand. . (To be continued.) ing her. --could it be that he suspect- ed? Surely that was impossible "Why have you never tried to find ler before?" she. asked. "That's a natural .question enough," he admitted. "Well, first, I only came across a letter Monty wrote with the address of those lawyers a few days ago, and, secondly, the alekwando Mine and Land Company has only just boomed, and you see that made me feel that I'd like to give a lift tip to any one belonging to poor ' old Monty I could find, I've •a •mind to go • An Eye to Business. The- Insolvent—Tell me, is it a crime to be poor? i The Lawyer—Not in this state, sir. The charge for my opinion on the subject is five dollars. Pay my clerk and go out quietly. Cats for Food in Hungary. The Paris Figaro quotes the Buda- pest correspondent of the Frankfur- ter Zeitung as follows: `• "The official extent of land devoted to 'the cultiva- organ of the central Hungarian slaughter houses, states that in the Biharkenszteser district, where all the Italian residents of Hungary are 'interned, a great number of cats are killed and dressed daily. The demand has been such that the price of cats rose to a prohibitive figure, hence the local authorities stepped in and fixed the maximum price at three crowns the kilo." (About 25 cents a pound). Opposites. Madge—"So you consider it an ideal match?" h Marjorie—"Yes; he has money 1 and she knows how to Spend it." The Safety -First Critic. "Brown is a very careful critic, sn't he?" "In what way ?" "He always manages to take the sting out of his unfavorable com- ment." "For instance?" "His bride made him a shortcake the other day, .and when she asked im how he liked it he replied: . 'It sn't as good as your .mother used to make.", 0 1 When your head is dull and heavy, your tongue furred, and you feel done -up and good for nothing, without knowing what is really the matter with you, probably all that is needed to restore you to health and vigour is a few doses of a reliable FOR THE - digestive tonic and stomachic rem - STOMACH AND LIVER cdy such as Mother Seigel's Syrup. Take, it after each meal for a few aysacidnotehowbeneficialisitsactionuuponhestomach l � 1>0 , iver and bowels- how it restores tone and healthy activity to these important organs, and by to doing enables you to gain new stores of vigour, vitality and health. OTHER E The new 1.00 size contains Uocc times as rurrcfi as the trial size sold at 50e per bottle. UIS When two fabrics are employed there are endless schemes for decora tive effect. An excellent manner of using net is to have the drop shoul- der, of the heavy fabric, the full ' sleeve of net and the wide, flaring cuff[ of the material again. Entire sleeves of chiffon cloth, maline or net are very pretty with only a wrist frill and a narrow band of fur by , way of decoration. There is `a cer- tain cachet about fur and tulle, the fragility of one and the substance of the other are interesting. On evening gowns the sleeve is sometimes nothing more than a cir- cular frill. Again, the bertha of the corsage forms the sleeves. A new sleeve of lace covers only the top portion of the arra and is attached to the gown itself instead of finishing its usual purpose' of clothing the hu- man arm. A bishop sleeve has the fullness out out at the cuff, giving a funny and piquant little dip or dart. The cloth sleeve with the triple cape appears on a few models, but we can- not recommend it. Cloth sleeves are clumsy and warm, and three of them --one piled over the other!—is, alas, a bit too much. In Place of the Muff. The very newest tailored costumes are shown without a muff, but they are trimmed with huge or medium sized collars of fur and deep cuffs, which are put on about four inches above the end of the sleeve. The coats have large pockets of the slit form lined with chamois. When walk- ing on a cold day one simply puts the hands firmly in the pockets instead of carrying the usual muff. It is a mode that is practical and very comfortable, as often when walk- ing a muff is apt to be an annoyance. The very best Parisian tailors are making all their walking suits in this manner. RUSSIA FAR FROM "DRY." Substitutes for Vodka Said to Be Plentiful and Harmful. In introducing its drastic prohibi- tion law the Russian Government has not solved finally the great problem of drink in Russia. According to the Novoe Vremya of Petrograd, illicit drinking is still going on throughout Russia. In rural districts the peasants get frequently drunk on various vodka substitutes, in the manufacture of which with most primitive means lo- cal amateur distillers ,show great ,in- genuity. ..Our vocabulary, says the journal, is already enriched by a string of new words, such as "samo- sidka" ("home made"), "brashka" ("brewery"), "khanzha" ("hypo- crite"), etc., all of which .denote drinks more harmful than the, original vodka. -In towns and cities inveterate drinkers manage to get spirits from dispensing chemists on the strength of a doctor's prescription. A result of- this is that five Kieft doctors have just brought on themselves the pen- alty of the law in the shape of fines varying from $100 to $250 for en- couraging their patients to "drinit by means of suitable prescriptions. In many cities and towns local authori- ties forbid apothecaries keeping any spirits. Path the pulite!. and the authorities in Russia are beginning to realize that prohibition alone, without a core responding *effort to increase f icili- ties for healthy recreation, is insulfi- cient to cope with the great evil of drink. Such an effort is already being made in many places, but owing to the exigencies of the war it is noces,, sarily restricted. Wine loses strength after two hundred years.