THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, MAT 21, 1922
By Inez
Haynes Irwin
Flutter, Chatter, Laughter
Letty Lacked These
Magic Gifts of
Flapperdom Until She
Made the Great Discovery
WHEN Letty opened the door of her
sister's house her eyes fell first
on a letter on the hall floor. It
had come through the quaint slit In the
quaint door, and it lay face up. It was
almost as though somebody, softly wel
coming, had called her name, for the en
velope was addressed to her. '
Letty picked it up; walked Into the
room at her right, tearing it open.
"Dear Miss Mannerlng:, I am more
sorry than I can say that I cannot keep
my promise to Margaret to spend the
coming three days with you. I stumbled
on the stairs last night and sprained my
ankle, which will, of course, keep me in
doors for many days. But I want you to
come at once to stay with me here at my
boarding, house until your sister comes
back. I am so sorry that this accident,
happened; for, aside from the pain and
Inconvenience tor myself, I did hope to
how you something of Boston before
Margaret's return. But as it is, I can
only direct you what to do. Cordially,
"ADELINE BURTON."
T. S. I should' have said first of all,
of course, that Margaret was very well
when she left, but heartbroken that the
sudden call to New York took her away
during the first days of your Tisit."
Letty read the letter twice; Bat down
with it In her hands. She became con
scious she could not ignore it of a soft
ease of relief, the first faint melting of
an Inner tension. Most poignantly she
yearned to be with Margaret and Paul
she had seen neither since their mariiage
last June but even more she yearned to
be alone for a while. She wanted to make -a
little mental survey of herself. She
wanted to consider a problem which in
the last year had loomed larger and
heavier In her consciousness; a problem
that during her visit to Dora Elwell had
developed malignant weight and ache.
She did not want to go to this unfamiliar
Miss Burton. She did not want to go
anywhere where there would be stran
gers. She glanced about her -from the tiny
drawing room to the tinier dining room,
to the even tinier hall. How quaint it
was Margaret had written that her little
two-storied, six-roomed house was older
than anything in their own flourishing
middle western city and it looked every
year of its great age. Yet how hospitable,
with Margaret's share of her mother's
things giving it a poignant familiarity,
Margaret's wedding presents making it
gay!
The manyTpaned windows of the draw
ing room were on a line with the shoul-
ders of the passersby. But how few there
were of these; and what a friendly street
so narrow and curving, with trees here
and there; a great murmurous, fragrant
linden at their very door! . She would
lot could not be afraid of solitude in
these doll-house surroundings. Her mind
suddenly snapped to resolution. She
would stay alone there. . And on the im
petus of that first snap she wrote a sym
pathetic and appreciative letter to Miss
Burton, declining her hospitality.
There was ice in the ice box; bread in .
the bread box; cake in the cage box;
milk, and there were, in addition, eggs,
oranges, honey, lettuce, strawberries all
she might need for dinner and breakfast.
Letty rummaged into this squat-doored
cubbyhole of a closet; into that slim
doored, long-paneled one. The joy of
youth in the adventure was settling into
palpitation all kinds of emotional cur
rents in her mind. Oh, if only they would
wash her problem away! But the prob
lem stayed like a worry-logged chest,
caught so fast on the floor of her mind
that no current, however happy, could stir
It. Must she think of it now?
On her question the bell rang her
trunk. She began feverishly to unpack it
In the square back guest chamber.
"I feel as though I ought to take out a
family of dolls and a set of dolls' furni
ture," she said to herself. "If I only
knew a little girl in this neighborhood I
believe I'd buy a lot of toys and go
straight to playing house!".
But what emerged from the trunk
flapper stuff," her brother described it
was lace and ribbon-trimmed piles of
lingerie that went into bureau drawers,
organdy and taffeta files of gowns that
went on hangers into the closet; a bath
ing suit, a tennis racket, sport shoes,'
sleeveless sweaters In every color, tarns to
match.
She disposed of them all with a neat
ness so long drawn out and meticulous
that time withered away before it. Dusk
approached and she flew feverishly to the
preparation of her supper. Cold, abbre
viated that took but 15 minutes the
eating of it less. The problem stirred.-In
another instant It would float up to the
surface of her Mind. To what should she
turn now reading? Rummaging among
Margaret's book shelves, she came across
one of the year's literary sensations. She
plunged into it.
It could not hold her, though. Her eyes
running swiftly along the print, ate up
the pages; but at the end of the first
chapter her mind was a blank. She tried
another book, and another, and another.
No use; the hour had struck. And oa her
recognition of the fact that worry-logged
chest pulled up its anchor, floated
straight up to the surface of her mind
caught immovably there. She threw the
book down, angled her elbows on the win
dow seat, cupped her chin in her hands,
looked at her problem square.
Yes. her visit to the Elwell's had been a
complete failure. Out of the dozen young
people who formed the house party, she
alone was not a success as a guest. What
was it that made her different from other
girls? Or was she. Oh, was she what Bob
called a dumb bird?
Why was it that the instant a boy
entered the room she turned tongue-tied?
She liked boys, and how much she wanted
them to like her she could not tell! Not"
that she desired them to be mushy! All
she asked was that they pick her for a
partner for tennis, for golf above all,
for dancing. But it was obvious that they
liked to do none of these things with her.
On the other hand,, that they liked so
much to do them with Dora that they al
most fought for the privilege. What was
it Dora had that she lacked?- Or, what
was it she had from which Dora was free?
In her heart she knew well enough what
her handicap was. Her inevitable, her in
escapable, her horrible shyness! What a
blight that shyness laid on her! It de
scended the instant a male (under 20)
entered the room descended like a fog
a fog so heavy, so soggy, so gluey, that
It bound her body, choked her speech,
slowed heT thought, muted her vision.
Dora bore no such social burden.
In the two weeks that Letty had spent
with the Elwells a two weeks in which
the house was overrun with boys Dora
had always been the dominating figure.
Letty, silent, heavy ever thinking that
in another instant she would break into
that stream of chatter which flowed in a
starred rainbow-colored torrent between
Dora and the boys never once succeeded
in doing it. It was as though she were a
piece of furniture standing inert there.
What was the quality in Dora that pro
duced the flutter, chatter, laughter? Why
hadn't she it?
In 'the meantime a wan dusk, attended
by a pale crescent of new moon, tenta
tively descended. Outside Letty's window
the linden kept up its friendly murmur,
poured on her its delicious perfume. A
iyringa bush, in the tiny slit of garden
across the way, wafted odorous welcome.
A single spear point of diamond-tipped
silver pricked through the sky. Suddenly
over the Bky surged waves of stars. A
cool evening slid into the place of the
warm day. A group of children, making
the most of the meager hour before bed
time, materialized from nowhere.
A trio of girls, welded by their inter
locked arms into one group, walked up
ind down. Pairs of absorbed lovers
passed. Fragments of their talk, strange
ly close, flew in at Letty's window. They
deepened a strain of melancholy that
wound in and out of Letty's reflections.
Some girls were not only social failures
at first but all their lives. Social success
had nothing to do with being pretty,
wearirg charming clothes, having a nice
family and a delightful home. She her
self had so much. In boarding school,
for Instance, she had even rated higher
than Dora for looks. How could she avoid
realizing that, when everybody told her
so! And, indeed, she knew she was not
plain. It all came down again to that
something, compact of flutter, chatter,
laughter, .that Dora had and she hadn't.
There were other things a girl could do
social settlement and charitable work.
Hadn't she better make up her -mind now
to retire from the world and devote her
self to the poor? She had always hoped
that she might marry and and have a
family . . a quite large .family
two boys and two girls. Bur manifestly
she . could not marry unless somebody
asked her. Equally nobody would ask her
unless he fell in love with her. And he
couldn't fall in love if he didn't even no
lice that she was in the room!
She must signal to him that she was
there! But she had no signals not a
single one. It must be, she decided, a
retirement from the world, service to the
poor. She pitied babies most, and old
people. But, oh, never to swim or play
tennis or dance again!
A tear splashed off the round "of her
cheek. Others followed. She put her
arms down on the window sill and her
head on her arm. Gradually the romp
ing children retired from the street The
giggling girls withdrew. But all the time
the linden murmured and . the syringa'
poured its perfumes on her. Her eyelids
fluttered, closed.
She awoke suddenly; awoke with a
start awoke with a paralyzing sense of
terror. Somebody seemed with awkward,
inexpert fingers to be fumbling at the
screen. Trembling violently, she pulled
herself upright. Followed a detonation
which, rasping across her sleep-filmed ear
drums, sounded in the midnight silence
as loud as an explosion. But the orange
tawny flash which trailed it revealed that
it was only the scrape against the clap
board of a match. It revealed something
Inside the case lay a single cigarette.
else the head and shoulders of a man
a lad tall and reedy.
It was he who had lighted the match.
And now, head down, he shielded the
Ilame with his hands until it burned
steadily; lifted it to the cigarette in his
mouth. He took a rapid puff or two and
then, while still the match burned per
haps drawn by the steadiness of Letty's
gaze he looked up.
He stood, stock still, and stared' at
Letty.
She sat, stock still, and stared at him.
Letty saw a tall, slim lad with a cheek
innocent of beard, as smooth and warmly
colored as an. apple. His black fcair,
flowing straight up from a rectangle of
.whita forehead under the pushed - back
straw hat, showed the beginning of one
of those permanent waves with which na
ture so often dowers ungrateful mascu
linity. His eyes were brown, steady and
clear, the lashes turned so far back that
their curling tips seemed ready to prick
through his eyelids. His face tapered
down to an indeterminate boy mouth and
ended with surprising " firmness in a
square of chin.
He saw what framed by the square of
the screen might have looked to sophis
tication like a portrait of a young girl; a
wistful blonde face which would have
shown a certain piquancy of tip-tilted
nose and cleft chin if the hour and the
blur of tears and its own innocence had
not rendered It poignant. The dlsar
' ranged hair dropped in frail tangles and
airy wisps of gold on to her forehead and
over her ears. Nevertheless, the clear v
gray of her candid eyes carried through
. the tangle. And nothing veiled the faint
color in her soft cheek or the intenser one
on her warm lips.
The lad gazed and gazed as though
spellbound. And, equally magnetized,
Letty gazed and gazed. Suddenly he
jumped, looked down at his hand. The
forgotten match had burned to the flesh.
He dropped the stub, murmured a con
fused "I beg your pardon," and moved on.
He was the only person on the street.
Letty listened to his footsteps. They
stopped a few houses on; where, she con
jectured, he relighted the neglected
cigarette. The footsteps started again;'
became staccato in their rapidity; then
blurred off into the silence. Letty listened
also to a nearby clock which almost in
stantly struck 12. Other clocks took up
their midnight responsibilities, and she
listened to them, too. But all the time
she was listening most intently to the
clamor of her own thoughts.
What they were saying she did not
exactly get. She realized only that she
felt extraordinarily light- and cheerful!,
After a while she arose, stretched,
yawned, smiled. "You'd better go to bed,
miss," she advised herself. "You're
sleepy and tired! And, remember, no
foolishness about being alone in this
angel of a house! Now go into the dining
room and kitchen and see that every
thing's locked there!"
She obeyed herself.
"Now try the front door and see that
It's locked!" '
Again she obeyed herself.
"Now take the screens out of the win
dows in the front room, close windows;
lock windows! Number one done! Now
number two. Hullo, what's this?"
This was something that her hand
struck just outside on the window ledge
something small and boxlike, cool, and
satin smooth. She lighted the candle on
a nearby table. It was a cigarette case of
gunmetal studded- with turquoises.
"Oh, Paul, I've certainly got on on
you!" Letty gibed at her absent brother-in-law.
"Whatagoop! Think of leaving
such a lovely thing where any passerby
might steal it! I suppose he sat there
smoking and "just forgot all about it."
She pressed the spring. Inside lay a
single cigarette.
She took her find upstairs to her room
for safekeeping, she told herself
spread it open on the top of the old-fashioned
bureau. She did not go to bed im
mediately, however. For suddenly she
found she was not sleepy at all. Besides,
with equal suddenness, temptation a
mighty one, a gay one swooped out of
the a.'r upon her. She sat down at the
mirror and examined the case all over
agaiu.
She slept soundly until 6. Then, for
some unaccountable reason, she awoke
with a start. She tried to hypnotize her
self into sleep again, for she realized that
a long day lay befoiu her, and for an
equally unaccountable reason that day
looked lonely.. But her system of hypnosis
did not work, and presently she jumped
up, dressed; drew on one of the. little
gingham gowns that hung in the closet.
Downstairs in the microscopic kitchen
she built a fire; put water on to boil. She
set the tete-a-tete dining room table with
scrupulous care; one flowered saucer on
a flowered plate for strawberries; a sec
ond flowered saucer on a flowered plate
for breakfast food; a flowered egg cup;
three of the slender, dented silver spoons
that Margaret and she had teethed on.
While she waited for the water to boil
she went into the drawing room, opened
the windows, and put in the screens. The
odor of the linden mingled with the
syringa and poured a heady volume of
perfume into the room. In the garden op
posite a robin was calling. She leaned
out. 'The' narrow slit of sky showed a
warm blueness, but the morning air
struck cool on her cheek. The street
looked dead; all the houses were blanked
by drawn curtains and there was only one
person in sight. Idly she followed him
with her gaze a man, no, a boy.
He was coming slowly along, stopping
at each house and examining the ledges
of all the ground floor windows. What
in extraordinary prooeeding! Yet there
Was something vaguely familiar about
him. " Where' had sheseen him before?
On a flash she remembered. It was the.
young man who had lighted a clgaret
under her window. But what in the
world was he doing? Why why, he was
looking for something! What did he ex
pect to find on window ledges?
Suddenly it came to her. Of course.
The . cigaret case belonged not to Paul
but to him. It was the touch of the case
against the screen as he deposited it on
the window ledge that had awakened her.
She rushed frantically upstairs; tore
trenziedly downstairs. She opened the
front door and stood on the threshold
panting, listening to the footsteps that
slowly came nearer and nearer.
Closer he drew. She heard him stop at
the first of the drawing room windows;
then at the second.' He passed the door
steps; cast a casual glance , upwards
stopped and stared as Letty .held out the
cigaret case to him.
"I I beg your pardon," Letty faltered,
"are are you looking for this?"
"Yes I I am!" The lad faltered, too,
"I'm much obliged to you for for keep
ing It for me. You see, I rested it on the
window ledge last night while I lighted
my cigaret."
- "Yes. I I found it a few minutes
later when I I took the screen out,"
Letty explained, still faltering, "but I I
. thought that Paul, my brother-in-law,
bad left it there."
"I sorta hated to lose it," the boy
explained. "My my sister gave it to me
last Christmas."
"It's awfully pretty," Letty managed to
say after a long stop. "I I just adore
gunmetal things anyway."
The tongue tied feeling was invading
her. Flutter! Chatter! Gesture. Why
couldn't she? Why couldn't she? Again
there was pause. Then the lad broke it.
"I I missed it the moment I got home,
but I I knew I'd left it on your win
dow ledge. I I couldn't seem to remem
ber what part of the street It was in,
though. That's why I came to look for
it so early. I I was afraid people would
take me for a burglar or a or a lunatic,
or or something!"
His halting speech came to an end.
Letty tried to think of something to say,
but the tongue tied feeling had all of her
now. The lad took up the conversation
with a new and freer impulse.
"Besides, my last cigaret was in It.
My my -mother made me promise that
I'd only Bmoke three cigarets a day until
I was 21. I I can't tell you how 1
have been thinking of that smoke as 1
walked along." He came to a pause. ,
Letty's silence was a frozen one, but a
very fever began to invade her cheeks.
He seemed to cast about him for more
talk, found none, and in default of 11
pressed the spring of the cigaret case.'
The cover flew open.
Letty's blush was a ' crimson that
paled Paul Harvard's banner hanging
in the hall behind her. Her mercl-
Jul lids dropped over her horrified eyes.
"Why, it's gone!" the lad exclaimed.
"That's funny. I was sure there waj one
here." , He slipped the case into his
poc&et.
Letty faced him full. All the spiritual
temptation of a long line of Puritan
ancestry looked out of her eyes, but all
their triumphs over those temptations
rang in her tone. "You are not mis
taken," she said, "there was a cigaret in
it. I I I smoked it."
. The boy stared speechless. He tried to
speak, but words would not come. A crim
son flush painted 'his cheek that faded
Letty's blush as Letty's blush had paled
the Harvard flag. Some trained impulse
in Letty took up its instinctive work.
'Wait a moment, please," she dropped in
a fainting voice. She turned and fled
up the stairs. In an instant she was back
again, her white skin still, showing ban
ners of crimson. She held out her tremb
ling hand to the boy. In it' was a case
of silver opened to show files of cigarets.
"Please take one," she begged. "Take
a lot! They're my brother Paul's."
The boy docilely took the case trom
her, extracted a single cigaret, put it be
tween his lips, tried td light it. . His
fingers made awkward work with the
match at first. "This is a pretty cigaret
case," he finally breathed, but he said
2t as one who is unconscious of his own
words.
"Yes,'-' Letty answered. "Paul bought
it in Nuremberg." For an answer she
surveyed a mental blankness in which
was no wojd. Then, as an inspiration.
"It's it's very old."
Ensued a hollow pause In which neither
cigaret nor cigaret case offered conversa
tional inspiration to Letty.
"Do do you know," the lad finally
broke the silence in a voice that seemed
to have absorbed some of its hollowness,
"of any any place roundhere where
1 I could get my breakfast? I'm I'm
a stranger In Boston."
"I'm bo sorry," Letty breathed, "but
I I don't. I'm I'm a stranger, too."
"O!" The lad removed his hat. "Thank
70U for finding my cigaret case. Good
by." "Good-by!" Letty said and closed the
door.
Letty fell after breakfast into an orgy
of work. She washed her dishes. She
made her bed. She dusted the entire
house. But these tasks took only a small
portion of her morning and through
ihem all that scarlet shame hotly seared
ner consciousness.
In the afternoon she wandered futilely
about the west end streets for a while.
But walking alone was an unsatisfactory
process. Her eye did not long contem
plate what it fell upon. Her memory
kept going back to that fatal cigaret. She
returned to the house, tried again to read,
again failed, fell into revery. Flutter
. . . chatter . . . laughter To retire
from the world. Very little babies and
old, old people. That cigaret ... If she
could only see him again to wash away
the impression of the social horror she
had committed. She would ask nothing
more of fate the chance -to talk with
him once." She Invented nimble wonders
of repartee and epigram tos scatter along
- the conversational way.
The afternoon dragged its slow length
away to twilight. Letty's thoughts
dragged with It. After a while, not be
cause she was hungry, but for diversion,
she began to cook her lonely dinner. Sud
denly there came a sharp peal of the
bell. Who could that be? Not Mar
garet! She was not due till day after
tomorrow. Letty ran to the door. The
hero of the cigaret case panting and
flushed, "but an eager light in his eye
was standing on the steps.
"O I'm I'm so I'm glad to find
you in," he stammered, remerbering, af
ter an instant, to take his hat off. "A
little while ago I put my hand in my
pocket and found your brother's cigaret
case. . I don't know how I happened to
steal It on you. I I ran all the way here.
I hope he hasn"t missed it."
"O, no." Letty answered, taking the
slgaret case. Words of explanation came
In a rush. "He's away. So's my sister.
I'm all alone in the house. They won't
come back until day after tomorrow. I
hadn't missed cigaret case yet." Her mind
started glibly on her carefully rehearsed
monologue. "The reason why I smoked
that cigaret was just exactly this," but
her l?ps refused to take up the words.
The tonguetied feeling was coming over
her again, invading her like a heavy,
slow tide. 0, flutter . . chatter . . .
laughter.
A thin, gray silence seemed to settle
between them.
"I'm glad you hadn't I'm glad you
didn't think " the boy plunged into that
silence. "I'd have hated to have you
to have you think I'd stolen your case
when you when you when you'd just
given mine back to me."
The tonguetied feeling had her tight
"Thank you." oozed stupidly out of It.
But that of the volume she had to say
to him was all Letty's tongue would
tackle.
"I I found a place to eat," he went
on, retreating backward down the steps.
"Not not good but all all right.
Goodby."
"Goodby!" Letty managed to say as he
vanished. But an instant later, upstairs
In her room, flat on her bed with her head
lost In pillows, she was articulate enough
even through her sobs.
"Idiot dummy blockhead lemon
donkey ninny prune fish," were
some of the epithets she hurled at her
self. "You had1 your chance. Why didn't
you take it? O' you are a dumb bird!"
Her sob-broken accusing apostrophe kept
up until hunger dragged her downstairs.
After dinner she tried in various ways
to rouse her spirits. She mixed a loaf of
bread. She looked over Margaret's col
lection of foreign photographs. She
knitted frantically on her new henna
colored sweater. She wrote in her diary.
She' made out the accounts of her allow
ance which a stern father demanded of
her every month. She played on the
piano and even sang the latest jazz. But
none of these occupations really helped.
The tears kept doming.
Finally the clock struck eleven.
"Now you go to bed young woman,"
she commanded herself with a feeble,
jaded determination. "And no more fool
ishness about people you'll never see
again as long as you live! Go Into the
dining room and kitchen and see that
everything's locked there."
She obeyed herself.
"Now try the front door and see that
that's locked.
Again she obeyed herself.
"Now take the screens out of the win
dow in the front room; close windows;
lock windows. Number one done! Now
two! Hullo what's "
But Letty did not add this. This time
her tone was not inquiry only surprise;
ecstatic, rapturous surprise. Her hand
had struck something outside the window
something small and boxlike that felt
cool and satin smooth. But that was not
all she found.
For as she stood there holding the gvfe
metal cigaret case in her hand a lightning
flash of intuition zigzagged across her
mind. Why, he was shy, too shy as she
shyer! He had wanted to be invited to
call, but he couldn't bring his Hps to .
. . While she had wrestled with the
tonguetied feeling, he had, too. He was
so shy that he had to play this trick to
show how he felt! He was so shy that
he had never realized that she was shy.
Why, If he were shy ...
A sudden conviction pulled taut in her
mind.
' If he were shy with her she never,
would be shy with him. Never! Never!
The thought of his shyness miraculously
ovaporated hers. Flutter . . . chatter
. laughter.
A dazzling idea fire rocketed through
her mind. He would call for his cigaret
case in the morning. She would Invite
him to lunch . . . dinner . . . lunch
. . . dinner . . . till Margaret came
home. Another dazzling idea broke She
would never explain about the cigaret.
He had come back believing she smoked.
Somehow that brought out in her a cur
ious confidence, a sparkle of sophistica
tion. Flutter '. . . chatter . . . laugh
ter. Well, watch her!
(Copyright: 1822; By Inn Haynes Trwin.)
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cued and reformed, dies in Chicago and
leaves Kidd $425,000.
Kidd changes his name to Byrnes and
becomes an itinerant preacher.
Episode Five.
The entrance to the Brooklyn bridge,
New York city. Rush hour. Thousands
and thousands pushing, slipping, laugh
ing, swearing their way toward home. An
automobile stops right at the entrance to
the driveway and a man in it beckons to
Policeman Francis E. Caddell, 34 years
on the force, the human encyclopedia of
the New York police department.
Listen, friend," said the man. "Twenty
years ago you met a boy who was broke
and down on his luck. You took him
down to Barney Flynn's saloon on Pell
street and bought him a meal. Then you
fitted him out with clothing from head to
foot. And' now that very boy is here be
fore you, Caddell, and I want to know if
you will come out with me to California,
where I now own a canning factory. I'll
give you an easy job at $10,000."
When he recovers from his surprise
Cadell agrees to go. " Today he U out
there with his friend. He keeps the
identity of. the man he benefited a secret.
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Brazil, with a bigger area than con
tinental United States and -a population of
130,000,000, ought, to be considered as a
market worth trying for.
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Walter Camp, Yale's celebrated football coach,
baa been teaching men and women everywhere
how to keep fit "on edge' full of bounding
health and youthful vitality and how to enjoy
doing It. Walter Camp says that a civilized in
door man Is a "captive animal," just as much as
a tiger In a cage. But the tiger instinctively
knows how to take the kind of exercise he needs
to keep fit he stretches, turns and twists his
"trunk muscles" the very same muscles that
tend to become weak and flabby In in d 005 men
and women. With Mr. Camp's permission the
"Dafly Dozen exercises have now been set to
spirited music on phonograph records. They sup-
piy exactly the right movements to put these
vitally important "trunk muscles" into the pink
of condition, and keep them there. These 12
remarkable exercises, done to music, with a voice
on the record calling out the commands, are
all you need to keep your whole body in splen
did condition and they take only 10 minutes a
day. You will also receive a set of handsome
charts, with actual photographs showing exactly
the move to make at each command. It U
simple as A-B-C.
RECORD FREE
See for yourself what Walter Camp's "Dally
Dozen combined with the Health Builder Sys
tem will do for you wlthotrt a dollar of expense.
We will send you, entirely free, a sample phono
graph record carrying two of the special move
ments, with a voice giving the directions and
commands, and specially selected music to exer
cise to. Also a free chart showing positions,
with complete directions. Get this free record,
put It on a phonograph and try it. There Is no
obligation th record Is yours to kp. .Tu'it en
close a quarter (or 25 cents in stamps) with the
coupon to cover postage, packing, etc. send cou
pon today now to Health Builders, Dept. 905,
Oyster Bay. Nw York.
FREE SAMPLE RECORD AND CHART.
HEALTH BUILDERS, Dept. fM5 Oyster Bar? N Y.
Please send me your free
sample "Health Builder"
record, glvlner two of Wal
ter Camp's famous "Daily
Dozen" exercises, also a
free chart containing ac
tual photographs and sim
ple directions for doing the
exercises. I inclose a nuar-
' Ter (or 25 cents In stamps)
for postage, packing, etc. This does not obligate
me in any way whatever and the sample record
and chart are mine to keep.
(Please Writs Plain..)
Address" -..-.