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TOE . SUNDAY OKEGONIAN, PORTLAND, AUGUST- 5, 1917. 72uS 2T-" OlOTIIiDIZ I - cm lllftii ' liilf fc W r. lP llilll 4 ix r f T c s : .. . . y s. ? , !: .- .Is . . i - , , ... sti .Jr ..i?4.. ! K! f I .i'.- I'll 1 THE directions given here are for a helmet. Materials required are one hank of gray knitting -worsted, one pair of amber needles No. and four steel needles No. 11 for size smaller than amber needles. This helmet is another popular article for soldier's use which the Red Cross is asking women to make. With amber needles, cast on 54 stitches, knit plain 10 inches for front and slip off on spare needle. Work another piece to correspond 5 inches long for back. Slip the stitches of both pieces onto 3 steel needles, having 36 stitches on each needle. Knit 2, purl 2, for 5 inches. Bind off 30 stitches loosely to make the opening for the face. Knit 2, purl 2, forward and backward for 13 rows. Cast on 30 stitches loosely, and on 3 needles knit 2, purl 2, for 24 inches. Knit 1 round plain, then narrow by knitting the last 2 stitches on each needle together, every row, until there are 8 stitches left on each needle. Then knit 2 stitches together all around, leaving four stitches on each needle. Then draw the loop of the yarn through all 12 stitches with crochet hook and -fasten firmly. Knit, rather snugly. YOUNG PEOPLE A SURPRISE IN THE COUNTRY WHEN vacation began Matt, strange to say, nvsa sorry. . Not that 'Matt was a "sissy;" no indeed, for he was as real a boy as ever twirled a ball or swung a base ball bat. But he always went away with his mother into the country as soon as school closed, and there he had no "fellers" to play with; so it is little wonder that he hated to see books closed and put away. He felt that he knew the farm and the country roundabout so well that he could find nothing new to Interest him. Really and truly, it was a forlorn lit tle chap who stepped aboard the train with his mother one morning early in July. , The train sped along arid as the last houses of the city faded from view and the broad fields of the country came into sight. Matt cheered up a little. The air smelled good and it was jolly to think' of seeing the old farm again. If only he could find some chaps of his own age for playfellows, he thought, he wouldn't mind it at all. He began to think of all the things he could do with other boys, and he occu pied himself with such fancies .until he seared the end of his journey: At' the station, where 'Matt and nis mother left the train. Farmer. John, driving' the old gray horse. Nelly, waited for them. The drive to the farm was about a mile long; and on the way Matt had a surprise, he noticed severarl new houses. His mother was talking to John about them. "So the Browns have divided their farm and built five or six houses," she was saying, "well that ought to give us some new neighbors." She turned to Matt. "Did you hear that, son?" '"Have the .people got any boys?" Matt asked. "Ya-as. lots of them; that's' all they have got," sniffed the old man, who didn't like to see the old farms cut -up and strangers come to live on them. That afternoon Matt climbed onto Kelly's back and jogged down the road towards the new houses. And such a sight met his eyes. as. he approached them? There in the middle of. a pas ture was a diamond, chalked off as neat as any city chap could desire; and there in the pitcher's box was one of the "fellers," arm upraised, ready to toss a ball. "Baseball" breathed Matt. "How'H I ever get in' with those kids?" He watched the play for a few seconds but all the while no one paid the least bit of attention to him. The kids hardly noticed his presence. Discour aged and hurt. Matt turned Nelly's head around and rode back towards his house. He was usually the center of things and it didn't suit him at all to be entirely left out. The next day he took Nelly and the buckboard to the station to get the trunks. As he drove near the houses he noticed that the pasture was de serted; not a feller was in sight. He felt sorry, somehow. At the station the old stationmaster, who knew Matt's. father and mother ever since they were children, dragged the trunks across the platform and loaded them on the buck board. "Quite a. load there, son," he said. "Think you can manage all right?" "Sure," replied Matt, "old Nelly'll take it easy. I'll walk her back." "Those trunks are strapped on good and tight." said the old man. "I guess you'll get along." And with that he turned away and Matt tightened up the reins. Nelly started off. All went well, for Nelly. was a. quiet old horse. Matt almost went to sleep', as she dragged along. They reached the new houses, and Matt halfway opened his eyes to see if anyone was around. Not a person was in -sight; so he settled down again to resume his nap. Crash! Something splintered. Matt thought one of the trunks had fallen, so he hopped off to see what he could do. But he had guessed wrong. Some thing 'worse from hfs 'point of view, was the cause of that crash. ' , In the middle of the road, broken in two, was a new baseball bat! The heavy load on the buckboard had passed over it, ' and there It . lay, a wreck. ; ."What-shall I do?"- Matt questioned himself. "This bat belongs to hose fellers. They'll-' be as mad as hops, because they can't play ball without it. And it's a brand new one, too!" . It looked like a bad 'situation. But Matt was quick to see that here was an opportunity. to get acquainted if he squared things up. He walked up to the nearest bouse .and knocked, at. the. door. A freckle-faced little boy ap peared and-Mat .told him the story. , "Gee." said the bdy. "us fellers hipped in. to uy, that bat. Course, it was our fault to forget and drop it in the road. j. He looked to Matt forrthe next suggestion. Matt was ready. "I tell you; you get all he. Tellers together and tell 'em-about It." he said So ' th'eybo'tir dfiti ritere'd' b u t "to ' t he' ro'ad and the freckle-faced boy gave a blpod- curdllng yell' which brought about -six boys out of. the houses in. a jiffy, like firemen at. the. sound of an alarm. When they got together, he . showed them the splintered bat and told the story. . Then. Matt stepped: forward. -; "Say," he began, "I've got a good bat with ray things In one of those trunks; and since it was my horse and wagon that broke your bat,- I'll make good the damage. 1 But you all were partly to blame because you left your bat In the middle of the road, so you oughtn't to make me do everything." ' "What do you want vs to do? some one asked. , ' "Well." he answered, "I'd like to come down and play with you and your team. I'm a good pitcher.". "All right." they said together, for they knew they were to blame in leav ing i their bat in the road; and . they didn't want to have their play stopped. Also, they were impressed with Matt's offer and . already they liked' his straightforward way. Happy and sat isfied. Matt drove off. That afternoon, when mother had unpacked the trunk and Matt laid hands on the beloved bat, ' he started out for the "big game." The kids were all gathered waiting for him. As he swung into view with the bat over his shoulder, they gave a whoop-ee. "Here's to our new captain," they shouted;, and the freckle-faced boy took Matt by the arm and led him around to meet each one. Then they took places and began to play. "It looks like a good Sum mer," said Matt to himself. Some Easy Puzzles. "0 H DEAR, I wish the rain would stop," grumbled Sue after din ner the other evening, "there isn't a thing to do while it Is so wet outside." "My dear, said mother reprovingly, "why don't you- read, -or do- something else interastins?'. . "I'm tired of books." pouted Sue, "and I feel like being amused." Sue's big brother came into the room at that moment, and as he was in a good humor he said: "Sit down. Miss, and I'll undertake to amuse you for a bit. I just left the fellows and I'm chock-full of puzzles. Do you want to hear them?" Big brother Anew Sue's weak point, and that was trying to guess riddles, so she gave him a loving glance and said: "Let her go." Without further ado. brother asked: "What two numbers multiplied together will produce seven?" - Sue' tried 'hard "to think, but after awhile . she. gave It up "Seven and one, smarty. said broth er, "and that was an easy one, Iwonder what . you'll do when you hear the others?" ' "You Just tell them to me and I'll give up all I can't guess. I'm not ashamed of my ignorance -when nobody but you knows of It. Besides if you tell them to me I'll remember them to tell them to my friends." ' "If five times four are 33, what will the fourth of 20 be?" Of course. Sue wouldn't take time to work that out' so brother told her the answer. , It was eight and one-fourth. Then he said:. "Divide the number 60 Into two 'such parts that if the greater part be divided ; by seven 'and thei less by three the quotient in each case will be the same'." "What's the answer?" asked Sue, very much Interested. . , . "The two parts are 35. and IS. See whether you can guess this one?" he asked. "If you' have a piece of cloth containing. 5.0 yards, and wish to cut it Into 50 one-yard pieces how many days will it-take to do it if you cut one yard a day?". . "Huh; that's easy, 60 days, of course." quickly answered Sue, glad that she knew at least one. "You're wrong, it would take 49 days. Work it out and see. ' Try to answer this," said brother, enjoying himself at Sue's expense. "How may four fives be placed so as to make six and a half?" but without waiting he said: "The fig ure five, the fraction five-fifths, and the decimal fraction five-tenths. Here is another kind of puzzle. If three cats an catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats can catch 100 -mice in 100 minutes?" "The same three cats," answered Sue promptly. "Good for Sis." laughed brother. Try this one: "A father said to his son. 'I'm just six times as old as you are, but in 24 years you will be one-half as old as I,' now Sue what are their ages?" Sue ran for a pencil and paper and in a short time she had it figured out. "Six and thirty-six?" Suddenly she faced brother and said: "Now I'll give you one: What is the difference be tween a woodpecker and a peck meas ure?" Big brother did not know the answer, so he said: "That is no puzzle, that's a simple riddle." , - "Well, since it is so simple tell me the answer, smarty!".. When he failed. Sue said: "One holds a peck and the other pecks a hole." Here's another:' "A farmer wants to build a fence-over a hill. ' How many more posts will it, take than if it was level?" Brother thought, but as no answer -came to him. Sue had to say: "Same ."number of posts, but the rails had to be longer." Dear only knows how involved they would have become in puzzles if mother hadn't interrupted with "bedtime. Sue, kiss father good night." Sue- did so and as she said "Good night" -to brother, she thanked him fo a pleasant evening. FUZZY, THE LITTLE BOY BEAR HE WAS big for a-baby bear, but .hardly big enough to be- taking care of himself, which he seemed to be doing. A curious thing had hap pened a few days before; he was fol lowing, his mother as she lumbered along the mountain trail, when she stopped, sniffed the air and gave him a cuff, which in bear language meant hide and keep still. As he scrouged behind a rock and almost quit breath ing, his mother rose up on her hind feet and wrinkled her nose as she sniffed and sniffed, trying to locate the direction from which the danger scent came. Just then from across the gorge came e. dull report, and a little blue whiff tf something like fog drift ed away. There was a spiteful 'thud, his mother gave a whistling intake of her breath, lost her footing on the nar row trail, tumbled limply over the brink and went rolling and crashing down- t he hillside, loosening a regular avalanche of stones In her course. Fuz zy, for that was his name, waited and listened a long time, but no sound came to his ears everything was a"s still as things can be in nature's great. sohtudes. - Without knowing how he did it, Fuzzy made his way acr"oss gulches and- up mountainsides to 4he distant hollow log that to him had been home. It seemed very new and strange to be, by himself, with no big warm mother to hug him up when the cold mists began to creep up the ra vines and wiap the whole mountain In its chilling folds:' but he was a brave little chap, so he crept in the log and rolled himself up in a round black ball and was soon asleep. When he waked up in the morn- HeosamG Flowers ED ROSES - FOR. A LICE WITH DARK BROWISHAIR, A M O P M W ROS Eb - FORlMftUO- SO SWE ET AMD FAIR BUT WHAT F OR lA-MOP-O F-C ARROTY KED? 1LL CHOOSE A BLUE RA6G ED -ROBltl - INSTEAD.' mm ing he started out to rustle up'e break fast for himself; first he wandered down through the thicket of huckle berry bushes and managed to get enough of the dark blue fruit to put a good taste in his mouth. He then came across a big rotten log that was no trouble at all to tear to pieces with his paws; in this were regular colo nies of fat white grubs, besides regi ments of beetles and bugs that were too much surprised to get out of the way. He feasted on these to his heart's content, and just as he was about to leave he came upon about a million of brown ants, the kind with the deli cious acid taste, so dear to the palate of a little boy bear. He put his paws down and let the ants swarm over them, and then he would shut his eyes and lick them off by the thousand. As he was passing a hollow log his quick ear caught a buzzing sound that spelled bees and honey. Crawling in, he pushed his paws up to the very elbows in the sticky mass. and. drawing them cut, he licked off bees, honey, wax and trash with an equal relish. Of course, the bees did their level best to sting him, but his thick fur and shaggy hair made the best kind of a protection, and, barring an occasional sting on the tongue, his dessert was a blissful dream. Not satisfied with eating all his stomach would hold, he actually lay down and wallowed In what was left: and so for a day or two after whenever he licked his feet he got a taste of honey. Find ing that mother nature had plenty to spare for little orphan bears, if they only had the energy and the woodcraft to go out and get It. he grew bigger and Digger every aay, and in a few months was able to rear up against a hemlock and scratch the measure of his height. Just a little above that of the tallest bear in all the range. f THE BUSY BEE. There are all sorts of bees, and some of them prefer to live In your homes to living in hives out on the farm. These bees are full of honey, and it is for you to sip it from them. . Here are the household bees for you to cultivate Bee-Good. Bee-Wise. Bee-Pure. Bee- Content. Bee-Sympathetic Bee-Cheer- Xui. Bee-Helpful. Bee-Strong. Bee- Patient. Bee-Generous. Bee-TJsef ul Bee-lndustrlous. Bee-Studious. Bee-Religious. RIDING THE HORSES TO WATER, When we go 'way in Summer at Grand pop's place to stay. One thing more than all others I look for every day, For It's the finest pleasure that ever was I think, ' It is to ride the horses do-.;-n to the brook to drink. When work in fields is over then Sam, the hired man. Unhitches both the horses, old Bill and patient Dan, And on their backs he sets us, most times three in a row. And without bit or halter to the brook they go. Last Summer Johnny Thompson, who went out there wit" mc. Had his first chance to try it and proud enough was he; He felt so big about it he's jus" a little runt That when we rode the horses they put him on in front. Old Bill, with us astride him, went ploddin' down the hill Towards the pool of water, where he could drink his fill. He bent his head to take it, a-d quick as ycu could look. Right down his neck slid Johnny ker- splash into the brook. Poor Murk. Tit-Bits. Mark Twain and Chauncey Dep'ew once went abroad on the same ship'. When the ship was a few days out they were both invited to a din ner. Speechmaking time came. Mark: Twain had the first chance. He spoke 20 minutes and made a great hit. Then it was Mr. Depew's turn. "Mr. Toastmaster and Ladies and Gen tlemen," said the famous raconteur as he arose, "before this dinner Mark Twain and myself made an agreement to exchange speeches. He has just de livered my speech and I thank you for the pleasant manner in which you re ceived it. I regret to say that I have lost the notes of his speech and cannot remember anything he was to say." Then he sat down. There was much, laughter. Next day an Englishman who had been in the party came across Mark Twain in the smoking-room. "Mr. Clemens," he said, "I consider you were much imposed upon last night. I have always heard that Mr. Depew is a clever man, but really that speech of his you made last night struck me as being the most infernal rot." Marvelous Memories. Exchange. The 17th century provides two in stances of marvelous memories. The first is that of an Italian scholar, An tonio da Marco Magliabechi, librarian of Cosmos III, Grand Duke of Flor ence. Royalty and other distinguished personages paid tribute to his wonder ful learning. His contemporaries have said that his memory was so prodigious that he was able to retain verbatim most of the contents of his "multitudin ous books." A comparatively recent writer, too. has declared that he could' name all the authors that had written upon any subject, giving the name ef the book, the words and often the page. This is doubtless exaggeration. But, on the other hand, it should be re membered that the number of books on any subject was much fewer then than now. Besides this, there are two stories that have come down to us from Mag liabecchi's time that give color to ita truth.
