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Shrine at Rome Where Italy’s Unknown Soldier Lies
K M IIe « b r D O B O T B Y K » J M O ! V D I
Jog along Tale»
CHARTER S
IT H a faw backward look« at the
Industrious ants repairing their
•atato, the boy and the Jogulong hur
ried on. “Hello,** suddenly exclaimed
the Jogalong. “There’s something be
ginning.**
"Where, oh where?" cried tha boy,
Both the Jogalong and the boy had
seated themselves upon the ground,
cross-legged, the Jogalong took from
one of his Inside pockets a curious
pair of spectacles.
"Here, Boy,” he said, “If you put
these on you’ll be able to see all that
1 ran soe. They're Curiosity Kpecta
cles and my, the things you can see
through them are quite beyond all
understanding."
“Oh. thank you, U r. Jogalong," re
plied the boy. “You are very kind,
but why are we sitting here? 1
thought you said something was about
to begin to happen.”
"And there It la," replied the Jog-
F ru it P u zzle
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SUPERSTITIOUS
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BRO TH ER
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H A » TOLD
HER T H A T —
If a poker player should hold
“threer" three times In succession . . .
be may as well quit for the night be
cause that’s a sign he will loee from
then on.
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T b e a m p ly apucaa a ra to ba Aliad
w ith la tta ra th a t sp all tha nam es o t
w a ll-k n o w n fr u its , and th a la tte rs a l
re a d y Io th a squares ma.** At Io a s -
a c tly .
along. "Ix>ok at that green thing In
front of you."
“Why—thnt’a only a plant,” said
the boy with a touch of disappoint
ment In his voice.
" T h a t ca n’t do
a n y th in g
but
grow, you know.”
" In d e e d ? ” an
swered the Jog
along. "And did you
ever In your whole
life see anything
grow before? Did
you? Why, of course, you didn’t You
may hava aeen something start to
grow or even completely grown, but
without those Curiosity Spectacles you
could never actually see anything
grow. Pot them on. Boy. You shall
see that growing la no easy thing
after a lt"
And sure enough, when he put on
the Curiosity Spectacles he could see
wonderful things happening to the
plant Slowly the brown earth around
It was rolling away, grain by grain, as
If something underneath were squirm
ing Its way to the top. The green
shoot pushed and pushed with great
effort to free Itself from the ground.
"See,” said the boy. "It'» all made
of tiny veins and chambers. And
somebody must be pumping from un
der the ground, for water Is running
up and up and up through the veins.
Oh, where Is It all going?”
“O u t” said the Jogalong.
"Out, where?” asked the boy, look
ing at him In aatnnlshment.
“Out Into the air,” said the Jog
along very knowingly. "After It runs
through the veins, the plant Is through
with I t for It has given up all the
Tearing down of antiquated structures which surround i t has resulted In the emergence Into full view for the
first time of thia magnificent national shrine of Italy at Home, Italy's unknown soldier Ilea within the monument
food It contained and It must go out
to make room for a fresh supply
which la also full of food. Can you
see those roots reaching In all direc
tions? And can you see those tiny
hairs on the roots? Tbe water la tak
en In from the earth by those hairs
and once Inside the roots It flows np,
up and up, as you see. Wonderful,
Isn’t i t r
“Yea,” said the boy thoughtfully,
“but— ”
“No buts about It," said the Jog
along. “I know what you are think
ing. You can’t see any food in the
water! Isn't that it?”
“Well. 1 can’t ” said the boy. " If
there la food In It why can't I see It
with these glasses?”
"Because,” said the Jogalong, "It
was all dissolved by the tiny hairs
and thoroughly mixed with the mois
ture drops before It was allowed Into
the roots. What was good for the
plant was taken In and wbat was not
was very carefully left out. Wise
cr«tfurea, plants 1 Never eat things
th a n are not good for them. Look
again. Boy. now what do yon see?"
8lowly and grandly, as a peacock
unfurls its gorgeous tall, the boy
watched a purple flower spread out
Its petals to dry In the sun.
"Isn’t It beautiful,” said the boy.
“I ’ve often seen flowers like that In
my garden but they always seem to
grow without anyone seeing them. I
think that flower la an Irla, Isn’t It?"
"Yes, It Is, Boy, and so delicate
that If you touch its petals, you will
bruise it .”
Hello, there! Look at old Mr. Centi
pede. He's over on his back again.
What happened next la in the next
Jogalong tale.
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1 Why Boys Leave Home
„ O T W BY » m i n
JO CARCHIBALD
(II
ill
Good Things the Family W ill Like
By NELLIE MAXWELL!
" F o r g e t each kind ness th a t you do
As soon as you h ave dons It.
F o r e s t th a p ra is e « h a t f a lls to you
T h e m o m e n t you h ava w on It.
R e m e m b e r e v e ry kind ness dons
T o w h a te ’e r Its m easure.
R e m e m b e r p ra is e by o th e rs won
A nd pass I t on w ith p le a s u re .”
GOOD ox tall soup la a favorite
A dish with many. The following
stew Is worth adding to the card In
dex :
Ox Tall Stew.
Wash the short lengths of ox tall
and brown In Its own fat. Cook two
chopped onions In two tnblespoonfuls
of butter, add to the meat with two
and one-half quarts of water. Sim
mer until the meat Is tender. A half
hour before serving add four diced
carrots, two diced turnips and one
large potato, two leaspoonfuls of Wor
cestershire sauce, two teaspoonfuls
of sugar, salt and pepper to taste.
When the vegetables are soft thicken
the stew with flour and water mixed
to a paste. Cool until well thickened.
Cape Cod Chowder.
Anyone ma) have this chowder If It Is
made of salt fish. Soak a pound or
less of salt flsh In warm water, drain
and fluke. Prepare half a dozen po
tatoea, peeled and sliced, three onions
and fry a half-pound cube of salt pork
cut Into the finest of cubes, until
brown, add tbe sliced onion and cook
until light yellow, then add the pota
toes and cover with boiling water and
cook until tender, adding the flsh
about ten minutes before the cooking
Is finished. A little parsley Is liked
for seasoning, adding salt If needed
and one quart of rich milk. Bring to
tbe boiling point and pour over milk
crackera which have been softened
In boiling water. Serve In soup
pistes piping hot.
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Down One Day, Up the Next
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JEAN NEWTON*
I Will Try to Fly With Bat-Like Wings H W
Adolph Mats, asslstnnl to Mme. Helene Alberti, who Is working on n
means of self-propulsion through the nlr In experiments based on a Greek
theory of cosmic motion, giving a demonstration with the aid of bat-llke
wings al Brookl 'iu, Mass.
H A TE V E It there may he of In
terest or helpfulness In what I
am about to tell should bring credit
not upon to me, hut to a render who
Is Its real author. M) part In It con
sists merely of transcribing what she
told me.
A sweet-faced, white-haired little
woman Is Mrs. James Gray. You
would have thought, as I did, par
tlculnrly of her sweetness. It she hnp
pened to be telling you. as she told
me, of a courageous fight which she
and her husband have been wuging
against vicissitudes and adversity, with
no more suggestion of complaint or
discontent than Is she were relating
any ordinary sequence of events.
Had It not been for her husband’s
long Illness, which ate up about all
they had been able to save and pre
vented his going back to what for so
many years bad been his work, there
would be no story.
"Of course, he could not go back
to that type of work.” said Mrs. Gray,
"and It Is not easy for a mbldleaged
man to get an opportunity to start
work ift something new to him. So
try as he might, he was without work
for a long time.
"And then. Just as we were about at
the end of our rope, he had an Idea.
It was to aturt a lunch wagon up there
on the hill. You see what made that
particularly nice wns (hat 1 could help
him with the work. Well, he got the
wagon and It ‘went’ wonderfully. I
(forked with him and we were very
happy. That was for a while. Then
It acemed other people got the Idea
GIBUSAGJ?,
and other lunch wagons, bigger, better
equipped, newer ones, began coming
In right close to us. That wasn’t so
good hut we stuck and managed to
get along. But Inst year the neighbor
hood changed. The gas works came
In, and spoiled everything, and we had
to give up the wagon.
“So we are looking around again
for something to da But I don’t feel
badly about IL You see we have no
children, only ourselves to look out
for. and we'll always get along some
how."
And then Mrs. Gray gave me this
little kernel of thought “Whenever I
feel myself getting the least bit dis
couraged,” she said, '’there Is one
thought that always helps me. You
know how you will see for a long
time a row of old. ramshackle build
ings on a certain street, and then one
day after you haven t been there for
a while you suddenly And them gone
and a row of beautiful, new tall build
ings In their place? Well, that's the
wuy we humuns are—down one day
and up the next. And If we’re down
todny It only means we'll be up to
morrow !"
"The worst of traffic tangle«,** aaya
Flapper Fannie, "occur on lonely
roade after the car le parked.”
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I think there Is enough of benefit
to all of us In that thought to war
rant n vote of thanks to Mrs. Gray.
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