The Sunday Oregonian., May 13, 1917, SECTION FIVE, Page 5, Image 67

THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, POItXIiAJTD, 3IAY 13, 1917.
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BEAUTIFUL DESIGN FOR NIGHTGOWN OR CORSET COVER YOKE
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This commences a series of lingerie with
crochet and embroidery designs for the bride
of summer. Linen thread No. 60. Make ch. 34
First row 1 tr. in eighth ch. from needle, 1
tr. in each of next 2 ch., 3 ch., miss 3-ch 1 tr.,
3 ch., 1 tr. 3 ch., and 1 tr., all into next ch. Re
peat from five times.
Second row Turn with 6 ch., 1 d. c In first
space of 3 ch., 3 ch., 1 d. c in next space, re
peat from 10 times, then 3 ch., 4 d. c. in next
space, 3 ch., 4 d. c in end space, 3 ch., 1 tr. in
same space.
Third row Turn with 7 ch- 3 tr. in first
space, 3 ch., 3 tr. in next space, 3 ch., miss one
space of 3 ch- 1 tr- 3 ch., 1 tr., 3 ch., 1 trn all
in next space, repeat from five times.
Fourth row Turn with 6 ch- 1 d. c in first
space of 3 ch., 3 ch., 1 d. c in next space, re
peat from 10 times, then 3 ch., 4 d. c in next
space, 3 ch., 4 d. c. in next space, 3 ch., 4 d. c
in end space, 3 ch., 1 tr. in same space.
Fifth row Turn with 7 ch., 3 tr. in first space,
then 3 ch. and 3 tr. in next space, which repeat
once, 3 ch., miss one space of 3 ch- 1 tr. 3 ch
1 tr- 3 ch- 1 tr. all in next space, repeat from
5 times.
Sixth row Torn with 6 ch- 1 i c in first
space, 3 ch- 1 L c in next space, repeat from
10 times, then 3 ch., 4 d. c in next space, which
repeat 3 times, 3 ch., 1 tr. in same space as
last d. c
Seventh row Turn with 7 ch., 3 tr. in first
space, then 3 ch., 3 tr. in next space, which re
peat twice, 3 ch., miss one space, 1 tr., 3 ch.,
1 tr- 3 ch., 1 tr. in next space, repeat from i
times..
Eighth row Turn with 6 ch., 1 d. c. in first
space, 3 ch., 1 d. c in next space, repeat from
10 times, then 3 ch., 4 d. c in next space,
which repeat 4 times, 3 ch- 1 tr. in same space
as last d. c
Ninth row Turn with 7 ch.," 3 tr. in first
6pace, then 3 ch- 3 tr. in next space, which re
peat 3 times, 3 ch., miss one space, 1 tr., 3 ch.,
1 tr., 3 ch- 1 tr. in next space, repeat from 5
times.
Tenth row Turn with 6 ch., 1 d. c. in first
pace, 3 ch., 1 d. c in next space, repeat from
10 times, then 3 ch., 4 d. c in next space,
which repeat 5 times, 3 ch- 1 tr. in same space
as last d. c
Eleventh row Turn with 7 ch- 3 tr. in first
space, then 3 ch., 3 tr. in next space, which re
peat 4 times, ch. 3, miss one space, 1 tr., 3
ch., 1 tr-"3 ch- 1 tr. in next space, repeat from
5 times.
Twelfth row Turn with 6 ch., 1 d. c in first
space, 6 ch., 1 d. c. in next space, 3 ch., lie.
in next space, repeat from 4 times, 6 ch- 1
d. c in next space, then 3 ch- 4 d. c in next
space, which repeat 6 times, 3 ch- 1 tf. in same
space as last d. c This completes the pattern.
To repeat, work the first row as follows : Turn
with 7 ch., 3 tr. in first space, 3 ch- 1 tr., 3 ch-
1 tr- 3 ch., 1 tr. all in next space, repeat from
S times then 1 ch. and 1 d. c in next 3 ch. loop
of former row, to ccJhnect the scallops and con
tinue to work from the second row.
Around neck of yoke fasten thread to loop
and make a cluster, ch. 5, skip a loop, into
next loop make a cluster, repeat from around
and join.
S. c. over ch. 5 times, ch. 3, over next ch. S
s. c. five times, repeat from around and join.
Slip back over ch. 3, make a cluster, ch. 5,
over next ch. 3, repeat from around and join.
S. c. 3 times over ch. 5, ch. 3, over next ch.
5 s. c. 3 times, repeat from around and join.
Slip back over ch. 3, ch. 6, d. c over next
ch. 3, ch. 4, repeat from around and join.
S. c. 3 times over ch. 4, repeat from over
each of next 2 chs. of 4. 3 picots in last s. c,
s. c 3 times over each of next 3 chs. of 4, repeat
from around and join. Around points:
First row Fasten thread in loop, ch. 8, skip
a short distance and over a loop make a cluster,
ch. 8, skip a short distance and -slip st. over a
loop, repeat from around, at each point make
2 clusters separated by ch. 5 over loop.
Second row ch. 8, cluster of 3 picots In top
of cluster, ch. 8, slip over loop, repeat from
around, at points make 3 clusters of 3 picots
between points narrow by drawing 2 clusters
together.
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FOPLE fffM-
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VIEWPOINT OF A BLUEBIRD
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I enter Into the spirit of the day, and
while Mr. Colquitt, of Texas, was Gov
ernor, he made it a practice to par
don a number of prisoners on Moth
ers' day.
Let us all honor the name of Mls
Anna Jarvls, who had the wonderful
conception of such a holiday. She has
hallowed the second Sunday in May
for all time. Miss Jarvis lives tn
Philadelphia, and Is the active presi
dent of the Mothers' Day International
Association. President Wilson and ex
Presidents Taft and Roosevelt are
among Us honorary National officers.
History is full of types of perfect
motherhood, and most prominent amongr
these Is the Roman matron, Cornelia
Gracchus. Cornelia had two sons who
were very proud of their good and
beautiful mother. No matter who
ailed to see the family of the Gracchi
the boys always compared the visitor
I AM TC ST A LITTLE COMBINATION OF THE TffATXOXAI, COLORS.
IWOUXJD like to know what I have
done that every cat, snake and
not a few boys are always camp
ing on my trail and trying- to kill me.
I at tend, to my own business, which li
to eat all the cut-worms I can find,
build a nest In some out-of-the-way
place that nobody else could use, and
raise my little yellow-throated babies,
troubling no one. And when not busy
with something else, I sing as loud as
I can, and I am sure my voice Is
sweeter than some of the cracked
phonographs I hear. And I know I
am rather pretty to look at, with my
back, wings and tail the color of the
Summer sky, throat and breast all cin
namon red, and under parts a snowy
white. Why, I am just a little combi
nation of the Xatlonal colors red.
white and blue! Looks as If that would
be enough to safeguard me in this
country, at least- But let me tell you
something: The other day I saw a boy
come creeping around the corner of
the house with a parlor rifle, and be
fore I could call out and warn my little
mate. In the cherry tree bang! went
the gun. A bunch of blue and white
feathers fluttered away on the breeze,
and down she fell to the ground, and
I never saw her again. The lady who
lived In the house ran out and asked
the boy what in the world he meant
by killing eo beautiful and Innocent
a bird? He stammered nad said he
thought it was an English sparrow.
The idea of such a thing thinking a
bird all blue and red and white was
a common brown sparrow! And she
was my little mate, so gentle and good,
and the mother of the little babies In
the hollow apple tree I The people who
send out boys with sling-shots and
rifles to shoot English sparrows should
teach them the difference between blue
birds and sparrows. It does seem that
a blind man could almost see the dif
ference when one is the color of the
heavens and the other the color of the
earth the Winter earth, before Spring
has changed It to green. But to some
people a bird Is just a bird, particularly
If there la a rifle or sling-shot handy.
At the very first appearance of
Spring. I hop up on a gate cost and
sing "Trually, trually, trually!" just as
loud as i can, ana then people know
that Spring has really come, and they
get out uie noes, the rakes and the
forks that have been resting all Win
ter in the barn and go to work planting
seeds and things In the uround. Now,
that is one good thing I did, to tell
them when to plant the garden, wasn't
it? To say nothing of all the cut
worms I and my family eat, that would
just ruin the garden if left uneaten.
If people would let us, we could help
to make the world a pleasanter place
with our music and sprightly ways. If
they would only raise fewer cats and
more bird boxes in the trees about the
yard we would soon show them how
helpful and friendly we could be. But
to be right honest about it, I can see
a change in the big humans; they are
beginning to realize how much they
would miss us If we were all gone,
and are treating us better. They are
forming societies all over the country
(whatever a society is) to protect the
birds; at least that is what I read the
other day on a scrap of paper that
was sticking out of our nest. I surely
hope It is true.
Mothers' Day
a MONO the many fine things that
L President Wilson has done for
- the United States was the issuing
of the first Mothers' day proclamation
in 1914, asking that Mothers' day be a
National holiday, and that the second
Sunday In May be set aside yearly for
that purpose.
This official recognition of a Moth
ers day was the result of years of
work to permanently establish a day
on wnicn sons and daughters in our
land should honor their mothers in
the home, and so help toward the moral
uplift and religion of the home, for th
government and in the humanity of
the world.
But President Wilson only made the
day a legal holiday, while Miss Ann
Jarvis was really the founder of the
movement, and worked hard and Ion
to accomplish her end. The aim of
Mothers' .day is to strengthen and
deepen all family ties. It is to ennobl
motherhood. It is observed through
some .act of kindness, visit, letter, gift
or tribute to mother or father. Th
emblem is a white carnation and th
slogan is in honor of "The best mother
who ever lived," the mother of your
heart.
Since 1914 It has been the custom
of the Governors of nearly all of the
states in the Union to issue a Mothers'
day proclamation asking citizens and
churches, homes and organizations to
to their mother, and the visitor was
always found, lacking.
One - brother would' say: "She is
beautiful, but her face is not so good
and true as our mother's."
And the other would answer: "No
one can compare with our mother In
all Rome. She Is our mother."
One day while Cornelia was walk
ing in the garden with her sons a
friend called and inthe course o'f the
conversation she said: "Is it true that
you have no . wealth, not even any
Jewels?"
"Wealth I have none, but I have two
very precious jewels," answered the
proud Cornelia, and calling her boys
to her side she lovingly placed an arm
about each one's neck and said: "These
are my jewels, more precious to me
than the casket full of your gems, and
more precious than anything all the
wealth In the world can buy."
LITTLE MISS MUFF IT
F there's anything I do despise," i
said little Dorothy. "It's picky and
crawly things 'specially spiders!"
You must be like 'little Miss Mufflt
who tat on a tufflt," " remarked her
young Uncle Bob, who was just back
from college.
'Want to see her run?" cried Brother
Jack, teasingly. "Just wait a minute!"
He took a stick and was just about
to lift a big, fat spider out of its web
(what a mean thing he was, to be
sure!) When Uncle Bob stopped him.
'Hold on. there!" he cried. "Don't
you go to disturb my old friend, Mrs.
Meadow Spider!"
"He'd better not, cried Dorothy tear
fully. "Ill tell mother!"
'Good morning, Mrs. Meadow Spider!
Bald Uncle Bob, dofflng his hat and
making a deep bow, which made both
children laugh.
The spider, who had been hanging
upsldedown, suddenly began to shake
her web, as hard as she could, faster
and faster, until one could scarcely see
her at all.
"She's saying, "how-de-flo, " remarked
Uncle Bob. "Now she's stopped. Come
near, Dorothy; I want you to meet
her."
"Oh, I can't!" protested the little girl
Ith a shudder. "It might Jump down
my back!"
"No! No!" laughed Uncle Bob. "Of
course not. She's not going to leave
her comfortable little house. See her
little winding stairs!"
"Where?" asked Dorothy, for she'd
heard the story of the "Spider and tne
Fly."
"See that white zigzag line going up
the middle?" said Uncle Bob. pointing.
You can always tell Mrs. Meadow-
Spider's house by her little winding
stair. She always makes it like that.
and spins a round mat in the middle to
sit on."
"Oh, yes!" cried Dorothy, with In
terest. "She's a pretty one, too." remarked
Jack.
"Yes." said Uncle Bob, "Mrs. Meadow
Spider is always neat and pretty. She
wears a silver-gray blouse, a yellow
skirt spotted with black very tasty,
indeed and orange-colored stockings."
"Has she any family?" asked Doro
thy, looking around.
"I shouldn't wonder," replied Uncle
Bob, "but she keeps her children in the
nursery. Look around and help me
find it."
"What Is it like?" asked Jack, look
ing down at the ground and then up in
the sky.
"It's shaped round at one end and
pointed at the other, and it is white,
replied Uncle Bob. "It's hanging In the
grass. Several blades of grass are
fastened together to make a nice tent
over it. There ought to be one around
here somewhere.
The children ran about looking
eagerly In the grass. . "Who finds it
first? Who finds it first?" they cried.
"Of course, it's tiny," said Uncle Bob,
coming quickly to the spot, "we're In
Tiny Town now.
"Let's see it," said Jack.
Sure enough, there hung the little
nest in the grass, just as Uncle Bob
had said it would.
"Don't you - think Mrs. Meadow
Spider feels worried about her babies?"
asked Dorothy, who was a. thoughtful
little girl.
"Oh, I don't think so." replied Uncle
Bob. "You see, she depends a lot on
Mother Nature. ' Mother Nature at
tends to most everything for little wild
folks. She provides nuts for the squir
rels, and nice grubs for moles and
leaves for caterpillcrs "
"Ugh!" exclaimed Dorothy, with
shiver.
"And cosy, little brooks for tad
poles." went on Uncle Bob, paying no
attention to Dorothy 'So Mrs. Meadow
Spider depends on Mother Nature to
take care of her babies."
"Just like people depend on God."
said Dorothy, reverently.
Just so, replied her Uncle. "Mrs.
Meadow Spider just builds her nest
the best she knows how and puts it
In the safest place sho can find, .then
the trusts Mother Nature to bring out
her little splderllngs and take good
care of them."
"I guess maybe Mother Nature
wouldn't like us to open Mrs. Meadow
Spider's nest and see what it's like
inside," said Jack, who was of an in
quiring turn of mind, and once took
the clock apart, to "see the wheels go
round."
"The eggs would die if we did." said
Uncle Bob, "but to teach you how in
teresting and clever Mrs. Meadow Spi
der Is. I could open this one."
Uncle Bob then took the nest out
of the grass and. sitting down on a
stump, he gently cut it with his pen
knife, while the children looked on
quite breathless with Interest.
"You see." explained Uncle Bob, "the
nest Is shiny and varnished on the out
side to keep the rain out, so the eggs
will be all dry and snug. Under the
varnish is yellow velvet, see? Isn't that
pretty,"
"Where'd she get itT' asked Dorothy,
oreatniessiy.
"Not in a store, you may be sure,"
replied uncle Bob. "She got It Guess!1
"She spun It!" cried Jack.
"That's right." Uncle Bob said. "Spun
it nerseir."
"My gracious!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I
wish l could spin velvet."
"I'm glad you can't-." said Jack.
"Wed be having velvet all over the
house and Mother" d make me wear a
velvet suit, like as not!"
"Don't worry," laughed Uncle Bob.
"Dorothy Isn't going to spin velvet In
a nurry. jvow. loom inside the yellow
w3l
Oh Tacke will whistle'and
VaJE L.L ALL BE MtRRV
A NO OA"Y.
qelu weave a sweet wreath
to crown our oear Queen
To CEjLE.BRftTE r0OTHEn4
,DA:V !
MRS. ROBIN'S QUEER NESTING PLACE
ONE morning Mary was sitting on
the front porch playing with her
dolls when suddenly she heard a
funny little "Peepl Peep!" right over
her head.
"What in the world can that be?"
she asked herself, and she laid aside
her dolls and began listening and look
ing to see It she could find out what
that sound was and where It came
from.
It didn't take long to discover a nest.
yes. sir, a bird's nest a beautiful bird's
nest, right in 'among the beams that
supported the vine-covered roof of the
porch. Of course. Mary couldn't see
much of the nest, oh, no, but she could
see enough to make her know that
It was a very nice nest and to make
her wish that she could see more.
"I'm not going to play dolls any more
todaj-." she decided. "I'm Just going to
watch that nest and then maybe I'll
see the other bird and find out what
sort of a bird lives on my porch." So
she put her dolls In their cart and set
tled herself in a comfortable chair to
watch and wait.
Before she had had time to grow tired
the mother bird came home just as
Mary had expected she would and Mary
could see her Just as plain as plain
could be! And what kind of a bird do
you suppose she was? Of course,
you've guessed from the name of this
story that mother bird was a beauti
ful robin and you may be sura Mary
was glad she was living over her porch.
As the mother bird came towards
the nest five little robin babies reached
out of the nest to greet her and to get
the big fat worm she was bringing
them. Such fun as it was to watch
them! Mary was sorry to think of the
morning she had played on the back
porch and so had missed seeing the
rODin Da Dies oeiore.
But if she had missed the first part
of the robin's stay, she certainly didn't
miss much after she had once found
them! She watched them every day
both morning and evening and all the
between times that she could, and she
learned to know Just what the mother
bird and the babies were likely to do.
One day, when the robin babies were
nea'rly old enough to fly. a man came
to cut the grass in the front yard. And
She Watched Them Every Day.
Just as he was about to run his mower
over the grass close up to the mower
Mary heard a frightened "Peep! Peop!"
right In front of the mower.
"Wait! Walt! Walt!" she called, as
she ran down to the spot where th
sound came from. "I think one of my
robin babies is in the grass." And sure
enough, there It was! A tiny little rob
in, so frightened and lonesome it could
hardly call for help. Mary picked It up
tenderly and carried it out Of the way
of danger.
When her father came home for
lunch he put the little bird in its own
little nest. And what of the mother
bird? She was so happy when she
found her baby was back In the nest
safe and sound that she chirped and
sang nil day long. Mary thought shej
must be trying to say "Thank you!"
velvet bag what do we find? Purple
silk"
"Oh. oh!" cried Dorothy. "Clever Mrs.
Meadow Spider!"
"That's a blanket." went on Uncle
Bob. "Next Is a cushion and next a
white silk sheet wrapped around the
little yellow eggs hundreds of eggs."
"Hundreds!" echoed the children in
surprise.
"Yes. hundreds," said Uncle Bob.
"How would you like to have a hen like
Mrs. Meadow Spider?"
"I'd like It," cried Jack. "I d soon be
a millionaire."
"Oh. I'm getting quite fond of the
lady!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Will she
sting?"
"Not If you leave her alone." replied
Uncle Bob. "She's an Independent old
body, minds her own business and
doesn't like people to Interfere."
"I believe I see another Mrs. Meadow
Spider," called Jack, for he was stroll
ing around. "Yes, I see her little wind
ing stair."
"Oh, let me see her!" cried Dorothy,
running forward.
Uncle Bob smiled, saying to himself:
"She isn't little Miss Muffit any more!"
A Secret Fact,
rd like to tell a secret fact
To mothers everywhere.
So they would know just how to act
About our clothes and hair.
We like ourselves out on the lawn
Without the lac and bows:
With Just a simple romper on
And heaps of barefoot toes.
So when our mothers quite decide
To dress us up like elves
I think we'll ail just go and hid
And let them dress theirselves!
Kot la the Running.
- Selected.
The judge stopped to have a word
with the man-of-all-work. and asked
if he went to church.
"Yessuh. Ah goes to church every
Sunday," he said.
"Are you a member?"
"Yessuh."
"What church?"
Presbyterian.
"Do you believe in the doctrine of
election?"
"Yessuh."
"Do you believe I am elected to th
aved?"
"Law, judge. Ah didn even know
you was a candidate.
What Historical Characters Are These f
Strong and brave and hearty
A mighty statesman he
The leader cf his party
He set the poor blacks free.
A key he fastened to a string
And tied them to a kite.
You know It's not on easy thing
To test the lightning's might.
Someone cut down a cherry tree
And made his father sigh.
He went straight In and he confessed!
This youngster could not He.
A melden sllght'who lived in France
Heard voices from above.
She doffed her sktrts. and put on pantst
And led with strength and love. -
In England once there lived a maid
When Crimea's war was raging.
She nursed with ease the lowly laid.
In Red Cross work engaging.
H went to shoot big Arrlran gam
With naught was he afrlghted:
Throughout the world is known his
fame
His favorite word': "De-lighted."
(Lincoln, Franklin. Washington, Joan
of Arc. Florence Nightingale. Roosevelt-.