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PAGE EIGHT The New OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Wednesday Morning. May 15, 1929 )apfimie S "Damn men!" she thought again, glaring at the newspapers lined up before her, "they're all alike. Selfish pigs. No matter how we treat 'em, it's too good for them!" And she had another an gry rerulaion of feeling, remem bering the well dressed pair, who had nearly run over her in their smart yellow roadster as she was running for the car . . Ralph McKevitt, and "the Garroty girl. "Yes, and Daphne sitting round home waiting for the phone to ring this very minute I suppose. 111 give her a talking to when I get home. She hasn't any more chance with that bozo than I have with the Prince of Wales!" Daphne had grown much thin ner in the last weeks. She looked more than ever like a Rossetti painting, witlt her straight black bang and her wistful gray eyes, dark and dreamy, in her small white face. "Twica as attractive as that hard-boiled Garroty girl?" Flora thought loyally. "Not that that ass McKevitt will ever see it. It's a good thing he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth, he hasn't ten year intelligence. One good look at the Garroty girl ought to show even a boob like him what she's like " And so absorbed was she in damning McKevitt and Crystal that she rode three blocks beyond her street, and walked back in a towering temper. Mr. Spellman, spic and span In his office clothes, saw her coming, and held open the door. "How's my little pal tonight?" His arm slid around her waist, and they nobbed up the stairs together, tall Flora looming a foot above him. In the darkest corner, just above the first landing he stopped, and whispered, "How about a little game of cribbage tonight, just you and me? The Mrs. is going to her Bister's lodge, won't be back till late." Mrs. Spellman's voice, acidly sweet, came out of the darkness of the upper hall. "Talk to my hubby some other time, Miss Mc Cardle. I'm waiting dinner, we're going out early t'night." "So she thought I was trying to vamp him," Flora raged In her room, when she had flung the bundles on the bed, and slammed the door. As if I'd look at her bald-headed counter jumper! The poor fish!" And then with a widening grin "Oh well, nhe's still in love with him, I suppose . . I guess it isn't any funnier than me making my self believe that girl back in Kan sas City kidnaped my exhero, or poor old Daphne thinking the Gar roty girl is running away with Ma Kevitt . . f;ee, aren't women fools!" So she kicked off her shoes. Slipped info the ancient Japanese kimona that had lost a sleeve, and slam-banged down the stairs again her slippers flapping, to Daphne. Daphne, a book in her lap. was curled up on the ancient turkey red couch, listlessly looking out of the window into the dark. "Come up to my room, and have aome supper with me!" Flora coaxed, "I want to talk to you anyway." Tho younger girl hesitated, and flushed" . ."I wonder if I ought to . .Ralph said he might call . .he didn't say whether It would be for dinner or not . ." "You better come along and cat," Flora said grimly, "you can hear the telephone just as well upstairs! " YOUNG FOLKS APT TO BE VICTIMS OF ACNE Dr. Copeland Stresses the Importance of Thorough Cleansing of the Skin to Combat Eruptions Look to the Genera Health By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D. Former Commlttloner of Health, Jiew York City. United States Senator from New York. HEALTH is regarded as a most precious possession. It is natural that questions should be asked about what to do for this ail ment or the other. Hundreds of letters come to me every week, asking for information regarding various diseases. 1 Evervbodv recoenizes that Imnerfections of if & i K CM COPELAND. turbances of the skin is "acne. Acne is found wherever boys and girls are met Beginning at the age of ten or twelve it goes on and on for several years. It is rarely seen after the age of twenty-five. I want to be frank about it: In my opinion one of the neglected laciors u me production oi this ais-t tut H a lack of cleanliness of tba akin. Some skins are so mad that they are not readily Infected. The fine grained, small-pored skins are pretty safe. If the akin ta coarse-grained, oily, and possesses large, open pores, tt is very liable to acne. You can see that unless a skin of this sort Is scrubbed dean with soap and water, it won't be long before these big pores are filled with Girt. Within a short time the pore baa become a breeding place of germs. There will be pus formation. Inflam mation, redness of the skin and the formation of an ngly pimple. Neglect of the diet is another fac tor. Too many children are brought up on candy and starches. They eat excessive quantities t fat, nut sundaes and hot biscuits. I need not tell too that this is a mistake. Pleaaa do act mink I bars any objection to tba food Just men tioned, la their proper place and ta reasonable quantities, they are quite n right The trouble with young people, however, la that It they In dulge exceestrely m these things they are likely to avoid fruits and pee, vegetables. mUk and coarse bread, . T person Inclined to have a bad kin should drink quantities of Old Mrs. Hinckle opened th kitchen door when she heard them talking. "Ain't you had dinner yet? I got some coffee, aber I guess Viola ate all the cake I had left from Sunday " Daphne hugged her, laid her smooth white cheek against the old lady's wrinkled brown one. "Dear Mama Hinckle you make it really home to us!" And carying the hot coffee up to Flora's room she said. "Do you know. Flora, I don't believe I would move even if I could afford to now! I'd sort of hate to go away from Mama Hinckle, and Viola." Flora grimaced "Sure good as gold. Still it wouldn't take me long to pack if I had any place better to go. You're too soft hearted. Daphne. Here, you help yourself to the potato salad, while I warm up the meat pie . . I could live without light-housekeeping myself . . I wouldn't mind having an apartment like the Garroty girl has .! "Crystal! You know where she lives. Flora?" The fork flew out of Daphne's hand, clattered to the floor. "Yes. I know," Flora said harshly. "I know a lot." "But. Flora, you don't know Crystal" "No, I don't know Crystal, but I had a good look at her. and I know her kind. Saw her coming out of the apartment when I was going Into the building to see some society dame that lives there it's that kind of a place " "Crystal always had everything nice. Father always gave " "I'll bet it isn't Father that's paying the rent there Daphne was on her feet, her cheeks flaming, "Flora McArdle if you mean that Ralph that Ralph is is " She floundered, lost for the right words. "I don't mean anything, 'cause I don't know anything," Flora cut In gently, her heart aching for Daphne, "but just the same I'll bet McKevitt is in deeper than we thought, and I wouldn't waste any more time on him, honey. I said I'd help you, but It's hope less. At least it is for you. Some other girl like Crystal might get him some schemer " When Daphne didn't answer, she went on warmly. "He's two timing you. I see him around town all the time with the Gar roty girl. He only comes up here when he hasn't anything else to do, and you pretty near break a leg running to answer the door bell. That's no way to bandle a fellow like that" Daphne hung her head. She said, so low that Flora could hardly hear her, "You think I run after him?" "N-no, not exactly. You're too slow to run after anybody. But you make it clear that all he has to do is whistle. Get interested in somebody else. That Allan Win ters for instance. You mark my words, he's going to amount to something, and he was interested in you. What did you do to scare him away?" "I didn't do anything. He was not interested. Flora." "Well, then, I'll find you one. My God, I'll give you the pick of my collection, that's the kind of friend I am. You come down to the office with me tonight, some of the late shift will be there. I'll introduce you to Stew Bromley he's too young for me and when you meet a few regular fellows you won't get so upset by the the skin are an evidence of impaired health. On this account, and also because there is a certain degree of embarrassment associated with the ap pearance of skin troubles, many persons seek a ' means of removal of these blemishes. It seems to be the history of youthful devel opment that at a certain time of life there shall be pimples and eruptions of the skin. It is too bad that this period coincides with that period when boys ana girls begin to take an interest La social affairs. Blackheads, red swollen spots, and hard lumps that never come to a head, ruin the com plexion. The chin and forehead are the parts of the face likely to be involved. The shoulders and upper part of the chest are other places where the eruption may appear. The eeneral term annlied to all such dis wastes of the body carried away promptly. An abundance of fluid will help to accomplish this. Activ ity of the bowels and kidneys Is im portant. Exercise in the open air la of vita) importance. Every activity that causes the skin to perspire will make for its good health. Some other time I shaJl speak more at length regarding the care of the skin. Perhaps I have said enough today to put you on guard against a few things which are de structive to Its beauty. 1 Answers to Health Queries A. M. M. Q. What causes numer ous fine blood vessels around nostrils? A. May be due to disturbance. Consult i 1st tor treatment. a circulatory i skin speeial- A Reader." Q. Can anything be lone to keep one from growing taller? f. What do yon advise for moles? Aj No. S. Holes may be made less notice able by the nse of the electrkt needle bandied by an expert. first . . is that the phone do you think?" But before the words were out of her mouth. Daphne was half way down the stairs, grabbing the receiver from the hook. Flora sighed, and ate the last bit of meat pie, licking the gravy from a greasy finger. "My God, what's the use? You can't knock sense into her!" Then Daphne's face, flushed and starry-eyed, was In the door for a fleeting moment. "It was Ralph you will excuse me, won't you. Flora? And Flora, I know you mean to help me, but I know rou are wrong, and anyway he's com ing, and Flora I'm going to ask him" "Good Lord, no anything but that" Flora screamed. CHAPTER XXXV B' UT Daphne had gone, and though Mrs. Halliday and Mrs. Spellman listened for fifteen minutes, ears glued to cracks, Flora didn't say another word, and you couldn't tell weth er, the little Haines girl wag going to listen to reason or not. For three hours she had been nerving herself to It, trying differ ent ways of saying it, over in her mind. "I saw Crystal the other day!" but that was a queer way to start and "I wonder where Crystal is now," was just as fun ny, and it wasn't true either. ... "You're awfully quiet tonight!" he laughed, and she blushed, and said, "Am I?" and couldn't think of anything else to say, and they drove on. still silently. They'd soon be home now, and 6he'd have to hurry, If It were ever to be said. "You know I get awfully sick of taxi-ing you around this way," he said, still banterlngly. "Just like a couple of homeless bums. Not even a kitchen to hold hands in. Not even " You mean . . . you don't like POLLY AND HER PALS ILL. h,amx it To YOli DEL. SlMCE WS HAD yoUR HAIR BORRfcD VOURE A rJ&W TILUE, THE TOILER VOU VMOM'T mind me driving- you HOME. Tiluie ujreu vou see thatt mevm fEMOER. OKI J n I tH WSPjM Vrr (I LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY W" TIm W Jjjil llliliillllllliljli JBM7TTT WKAPM, WWE.R. "X ILL BRvficj " I ALL R16HT.I-I6UESS ) BUT. ' I f THIS NICE 1 P IP VOLT RE KiOT VfTu WOO, PULSE IS QUITE WEAK. UlM BACK I) AiMlE--L'AA A , vv COOL DRANK )wm XOO fcLVSV, WILL V HM CHILD j J AMV1E . I TWUUK WOli J ON TUf RUK I JUSTA BIT a WOUR. WAWDS I OP MILK WLL MOU COME. OVER . HAD BETTER P T MRS SWVTWERS V T-TlPED-l- J ARE" SO H FRESHTTva WOO ) jVW Atf SEE WHAT'S jtfsS&v TR..feLfF CAM . WARM J M V UP ft! J WR0W6VJTU WW i COME over. xdSfa ll j l Slit. TOOTS AND CASPER "MORE AND EVERETT ANb EUalE, WILL BE MARRIED! (what aiwpw '"CLIMAX to the, tVER "KNOWrT A-"LOVE AFFAIR. fWAT UttVTVEJ EVEtf THE RMVytlaE.d 'OF TTMBt THIIH RATd HAVE CROWED AATJ4! to take me riding?'' "Of course I like to take you riding, but hang it, I like to park once in a while when I'm with a pretty girl " A pretty girl! Was that all she was to him, a pretty girl? Was that what Flora meant? She gulped. "We don't ride all the time. We do park sometimes " He stopped the car, and kissed her, laughing all the while. "You'll be the death of me yet? When are you going to grow up? Never mind, that's one of the rea sons I'm so crazy about you. I am crary about you. Do you know that. Daphne?" But for once she didn't thrill to his nearness, her heart was too heavy. Pretty girl . . . parking . . petting . . Crystal . . All the troubled thoughts shifted and darted about, forming kaleido scope patterns of misery in her mind. . . He meant it wasn't any fun coming to her house to cail for her, and driving aimlessly around . . He didn't have to taxi Crystal around. Crystal had a place to bring him, a place . . "I'm sorry I haven't a wonder ful place like Crystal!" she burst out bitterly, and could have bitten her tongue. Thinking about it all evening, and then saying it that way! But he didn't notice the bitter ness. 'Pretty nice, all right," he agreed warmly. "I like a place like that, it's kind of homey with all those nice comfortable chairs. That's what I said '.he first time I saw it. S'one of those antique effects for me . . say I didn't know you two kids had gotten to gether! What do you know about that!" "We haven't." "You haven't? Then how did you I mean how did you know all about her place? I thought it was funny she didn't say anything about meeting you. You know how Crystal is, right out with everything no holding anything back " "You didn't Fay anything eith-er!"-sed said accusingly. "You never told me you were seeing her all the time. I I just happened to find out, that's all!" In the flash of a street lamp he wE 4ik1T RIGHT OFF) The BOATC SORTED T. ROT C'mOnj DEL LET'S 60! I'M CRAZY ABOUT NAvPy LOOKING CARSJ CAa logic cotter, HELP A. MEVv) AH. ELSIE! WERE. r& MY INSPIRATION? ANDWHCN I LEARNED ONCY, I .WA3 CRAZED VVVTH Ooy i FIND TOO THE- VrfORLD, INSIDE OUT,....'.. AND NOW... VERE tOdrETMER A&AlM AT LASTT - -CL51B. T!Mfc3 J THINK saw her tense white face, and thought with amusement. "The kid's jealous!" So he said, hum oring her, "You told me not to tell the folks you were in town, so I havent said a word. Well naturally I kept Crystal's little secret, too. She's here at art school, pretty near killing herself. They work 'em like dogs there, and it's a shame, too. Night and day. It Isn't right. You know she. Isn't shrong either." Crystal not strong! Daphne fought a wild desire to laugh. But he was well started on his subject now. "I wish you'd let me tell her you're here. She's lonely I think, and nervous. You know how keen she is on that art of hers. And then her mother . . . you don't mind if I knock the old lady a little, Daphne?" I don't like her. either," Daphne said honestly. "Well, It seems that the old lady keeps writing Crystal all the time, telling her how hard up they are " "Hard up!" "Yes, short of money. I didn't beieve it at first, but I ran into a fellow at the bank the other day who was talking about some or chard land in that district. Seems that your father has borrowed a lot on it. I don't want to alarm you. Daphne, but from what I hear he's going to lose the prop erty. Say, what's wrong with him, anyway? When I was a kid people used to hold him up as an example of thrift Abner Haines who had three cents out of the first nickel he ever made and then all of a sudden he kind of went haywire began spending money like a drunken sailor " "He spent It on my stepmoth er," Daphne said hotly, "she nev er gave him a minute's peace, she was right after him every minute, she oh well no use talking about it!" She stopped, fright ened at what she had almost said about Crystal . . you can't tell thinks like that, and still if you don't. . . "You don't know what It was like in our house!" she finished desperately, fighting temptation to (Continued on page ten) FITS it LIKE A 6LOVE, GAL MO FOOL I U J with FEMDE12. MY DARUN&! HOW 1 LOVE Tt)U! I A"x oTlLLI I .M B- I r 111 rVEETHE!T& 31 TEARS ACrO! THEN CAME. THE. 3UXY QOAROEL ANt WE FfeRTED! 1 LEFT TOWN NEVER TO l RETURN THlNkflN TfeO LOVEt ANOTHERm 1 TWEt TO TOQtaET BUT t COULDN'T'.. I LOVED TtXJ TTTTTIf iTTT rfc -J A3 THE-"Y EARS ROUEt BY- 'YOU WERE fjga TOO LOVED ME Determined it IP 1 HADTDTURfJ; MY OWN I'M ONVC GOOD-NIGHT STORIES By Max Treil "Why are you not singing this morning, Mr. Canary?" asked Ha nid. The canary peered at Hanid and at Mij. Flor, Yam and Knarf the other little shadow-children who pressed up against the bars of his cage. "I just caught a glimpse of the cat sleeping under the sofa," he confided finally, "and I didn't think it would be quite well, quite proper to disturb her. Let a sleeping cat lie, you know." "Let a sleeping dog die you mean," corrected Knarf. But the canary paid no attention to him. "You're not afraid of a cat, are you?" asked Mij. "We Canaries Are Fine Fliers." The canary tossed its head defi antly. "No, no, no certainly not! We canaries aren't afraid of any thing. We merely don't like to dis turb others, that's all." "You could fly away, couldn't you?" said Yam. "Fly away from what?" de. manded the canary suspiciously. "From the cat," said Yam. The canary gave a satisfied chirp. "Oh yes, indeed. We canaries are very fine fliers." "Eagles are very fine fliers," said Flor. The canary shook his head. "The trouble with eagles," he said, "is that they can't fly in a caee. BUT SAV' Them clogs dom't fit wto the Pitcher AT All i THEY'RE A couple Sour MOTES, FEf? FR! it (u1 w rusx 'Lo THERE. MlS OWES - I VAintll rKVTT WllMTN ratvfiMG? THt55 M1M CWfc. SLOVO frc. t5"CO MlE I I HAb VcXJ J AATH ME HAOD'YA M7! ( VOO DOM'T T VlTIT So VJlTH Mft'Sfy 1 jspumomi, rz & )la. Kmc Kmtiirc. SyndKW. Inf ., Crl Britain HO HAPPY VE I'M HAPPY. EVERETT. DEAREST.' n BRCKE. MY TW LEFT MB THAT 90MIEEKT lOUD COME BACK POR. ME. to AND I VVAITED, ANt waited: WER1 , LON ERE C Home-Making Helps By ELEANOR ROSS Stonrils Help the Amateur Decorator WHEN plain curtains are a bit too plain, and you want only a touch of color, try a little home-stenciling. It's very easy anybody can do it, and you can select just the size and kind of pattern you want, and cotor to please yourself. For cottage curtains, an un bleached muslin with wide hems and conventional stenciled pat terns are colorful, cool in appear ance and yet very decorative. Monk's cloth, or any of the heavy basket weaves may be stenciled and used as hangings for door ways, or covers for couch ham mock, or daybed. Stenciled curtains are also most suitable for kitchen and pantry, and the same pattern can be used for window hangings, linings of closets, or covering for the break fast table if there is a breakfast nook in the kitchen. In that way Why. you can't even put them in ', a cage-" j "lou must have very strong wings." said Hanid. "That's just it," agreed the ca nary. "My wings are exceedingly strong." And Just to show how ex. ceedingly strong they were, he spread them out. first one and then the other. "You don't find wings like these on eagles," he declared boastfully. "But aren't you a good deal cramped in your cage?" inquired Hanid. "Don't you feel crowded?" add ed Mij. "I do," said the canary. "But It's a ,good thing. If I -was left to fly around in this room, no one would be able to see me." "Why not?" asked Flor. "Because I should flit from cor ner to corner like the wind. You can't see the wind, can you?" The shadow children had to con fess than they couldn't. "I should fly from the curtafn rod to the umbrella-stand. Then I should swirl around the chan. : MISSES SHOfcS LJ THIS FllW.Sir: TVIP FttT1 rirhti rfw"n tt3 oq f'VA THROUGH 111 4X51 HAPPIEST "MAN" OH THE, TEVERETT X CHUCKLE A3? ft THE GOLTJOJ . "HAIRED 3?EETHEAJlt Ur Hi3 BOY- - TOO. HEART Vwtesl BUT I KNCVS THOSE LONBLY YEAR3.' you can gt some other pattern than the inevirahle tea kettle and ladle. No reason why conven tionalized flower? or other pretty designs should not be used. &o as to take your mind off kitchen rather than remind you of them. And if you have different colored tins as containers paint them over, then decorate with a uniform stencil, and at a small ex pense you can have your own good-lookin .et of metal contaic ers. Another novel u?e of stencils has recently become popular, es pecially in country and suburban houses. The painted floors are given a decoration of a wide sten cil, and whn wel dolne it has all the effect oi an attractive linole um, at somewhat less cost. The walls, floor. and woodwork ttre treated as un given the basic colors, with :h froor a slightly darker slud-. ?ut the same m (Mi di repeated on floor and wood work. delier. Finally. Just to amuse my self, I should swoop iu and oat of the vases." The shadow-children gasped in astonishment. "My. my what a flier you are!" they said. "So you see that it is a pood thing that I am kept in the cage." At this very moment, in walked Inda, the housemaid, and opened the door of the cage, for she want ed to clean it, you see. Mr. Canary fluttered about in the wildest ion fusion before he found the door. Then, when he reached the out side instead of flying swiftly aliot as he described, he dropped clum sily to the inner window-letif e, where he iood, quite motionle1-?-. The shadoH'-children were fvm more astonished than before -l except Knarf. "He dopsn-' care to disturb t'r.-e cat," explained Knarf. "Oh ye, that's it the a'.' said the ran.iry nervously. "ne can't fly. you know, and I li.'t want to get hr jealous no, I don't want M sn her jealous at all." By CLIFF STERRETT, "eLLr7 B4CX$cX)rJ'S)fA!SLEsN WE'vE GAE jTO foJR THE D1W5 left; DEFRTMEMT 5iRi A WHIRL. MAVAM! By RUSS WESTOVER By VERD; By JIMMY MURPHY waier. it is important to have 'the