The Athena press. (Athena, Umatilla County, Or.) 18??-1942, February 25, 1910, Image 2

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The Term "Old Maid."
I wish the coming generation of
women would try amid their more
pectacular reform to abolish the term
"old maid." Impossible, you say. Not
at all. How do It? Simply by ceasing
to say old maid when you mean "un
married woman," and by teaching chil
dren to do the same.
Y -1 1 11 At . f
the language that has caused as much
heartache and shame as those two
words, says a writer in the Albany
Times-Union. Show me an unmarried
woman between 30 and 40 who
wouldn't rather be called a scold, or
an egotist, or almost anything rather
than an old maid. You can't. One
hears a good deal about women mar
rying for a home. I don't believe half
o many women marry for a home as
marry to keep from being called old
maids. And I don't wonder, for the
Idea "old maid" no longer simply
means an unmarried woman. In Its
travels down the centuries it has pick
ed up such unpleasant suggestions of
angularity and unloveliness that the
most independent woman might shrink
from such a designation.
There are plenty of women who by
their dlsagreeble characteristics do de
serve such a term of reproach as old
maid has grown to be, but they are
not all on one side of the altar by
any means. I know several .married
old maids, and I know several unmar
ried women who radiate that love and
womanliness which are apt to asso
. elate with the married state. It is the
Insinuation that one has never been
i loved that . makes the term old maid
' most cruel.
The Best Life.
The surprise of life always comes
In finding how we have missed the
things which have lain nearest us
how we have gone far away to seek
that which was close by our, side all
the time. Men who live best and
longest are apt to come, as the re
sult of their living, to the conviction
that life is not only richer, but sim
pler, than It seemed to them at first.
Men go to vast labor, seeking after
peace and happiness. It seems to
them as though It were far away from
them as though they must go
through vast and strange regions to
get it. They must pile up wealth,
they must see every possible danger
or mishap guarded against before they
can have peace. Upon how many old
men has It come with a strange sur
prise that peace could come to rich
or poor only with contentment, and
that they might as well have been con
tent at the very beginning as at the
very end of life. They have made a
long Journey for their treasure; and
when at last they stop to pick it up,
lot it 1b shining close beside the foot
print which they left when they set
out to travel In a circle! Phillips
Brooks.
New Sleeve.
While sleeves continue to be close
fitting at the armhole they are steadily
increasing in width toward the lower
edge. The long sleeve is also yielding
to the three-quarter or "bridge" sleeve
for dressy wear. Three of these new
sleeves show the oversleeve of cloth
above an undersleeve of lighter fabric
a smart notion just now. The sleeve
In the center shows an attractive ar
rangement of wrist trimming in the
plaits, small buttons and moire silk
cuff. The two remaining models show
a Marie Antoinette sleeve with elbow
trills for a house gown, and a chiffon
leave banded by cloth strappings, for
a chiffon bodice built to match a cloth
klrt. - ,
Eat Year Cake, Doa't Save It.
"People are always quoting the say
ing about eating your cake to the un
fortunates p-hom they wish to force
to save money," says a philosophical
woman writer. "I know a lot of peo
ple who have never had pretty homes,
pretty clothes nor what I may call a
good time, because they are saving
their money for an old age which they
Ba never reach. 1 had rather live
in a poorhouse in my old age than in
one all my life, as some folks do. I
believe in the apostle's injunction to
take no thought for the morrow, but
to enjoy the things of to-day. So you
cannot scare me with any tale that
if I eat my cake I cannot have it.
My motto is, 'If you save the cake you
cannot have it,' and it is much more
Mrs. Lucy 0. 'Perkins, now an ex
pert guide at the Metropolitan Museum
of Art in New York, has been on the
regular staff of the museum for sev
eral years. -,' ..'
There is one woman student at the
Missouri School of Mines, Miss Eva
Hirdler, of St. Louis. Miss Hirdler,
who is in the Junior class, is working
for the degree of mining engineer. .
The Bureal of Education in Manila
has established a training school for
nurses. Miss Malvina M. McKeever,
of Roxbury, Mass., who served as a
nurse in the Spanish war and later a
matron in the civil hospital at Manila,
under the methods m vogue
short time ago this would require the
services of from 80 to 100 bakers; but
the work is now done by a much
smaller number, owing to the Intro1
duction of machinery. The trimming
of the pies was formerly an operation
which required the services of many
persons, but a machine has been, re
cently devised by which the task is
done almost automatically. Indeed it
is only necessary to have attendance
to feed the pies to the machine and
to take them away again. The actual
baking is done in rotary ovens, which
are operated by a single man, and a
few of these machines will look after
the product of a large place. In the
particular plant under discussion two
men are kept busy in the delivery
room, where the pies are sorted and
gotten ready for the delivery men.
"Dear Hobble" Will Good.
"To my dear hubbie I give all my
estate, real and personal, for he is
entitled to it," was the will that fig
ured in a $3,500 real estate lawsuit
tried in court at Lancaster, Pa., re
cently.
William V. Elsenberger sold a prop
erty for $3,600 to Mrs. Sallie E. Eck-
man, but the latter refused to accept
the deed tendered because Eisenber-
ger's title came to him through the
will of Mrs. Elsenberger, above quoted.
The court ruled that the testatrix,
the wife of Elsenberger, Intended that
he should inherit her estate, even if
she did not mention him by name, the
inference being that she meant her
husband when she called him "Dear
Hubble."
Hanging Pletarea.
Our sitting room wall was .covered
with small framed pictures, and when
new paper had to be hung we were in
despair at the thought of removing
them. The difficulty of striking lath
with the picture hook was well
FIXINGS FOB THE HAIR.
BANDEAU ORNAMENT.
The clever girl can make pretty
coiffure : ornaments like this. The
bandeau Itself is of gold gauze sewn
with small pink beads and edged with
narrow gold braid. A slender wire is
run along both edges to keep the ban
deau in shape. At the ends are at
tached big pink roses and a bit of
maidenhair, the roses being pinned
fast to the hair just back of the ears
and the bandeau crossing the head
Just back of the brow.
THE COBONET BBAID.
Invisible combs and hairpins have
been the rule in Paris for several sea
sons, but now the tide has turned and
hairpins are monstrous affairs, which
are the most conspicuous part of the
halrdressing. ; The coronet braid, at
tached with half a dozen huge shell
pins and caught underneath at the
back with a shell barette to match,
is the modish coiffure arrangement
now.
is to have charge of the new under
taking. The students will be Filipino
girls. i
England has a mounted ambulance
corps of women. The first bIx months
of the course are devoted to first aid
and nursing. After that attention is
paid to shooting and riding. The
corps is increasing in numbers.
Mrs. Philip N. Moore, president of
the General Federation of Women's
Clubs, says that during her recent visit
to the Isthmus she found eighteen
clubs in the canal zone doing work
which compares most favorably with
that of clubs In the States.
Miss Lizzie L. Johnson, of Casey,
111., during the twenty-seven years that
she was confined to her room by ill
ness, Is said to have raised $17,000 by
making and selling bookmarks. Be
sides giving a large amount to foreign
missions. Miss Johnson assists several
native Christian workers In the Orient.
She is Bald to have carried on the
large correspondence connected with
her work without assistance.
Saw Through Htm.
Said a sorrowful spook to his wld:
"You don't love me as much as you
did!" .
"You forget," said his frau,
"I can see through you now,
From the tips of your shoes to your
lid."
Life.
The Table Flower,'
For a long dining table two masses
of flowers can be well used. The low,
rectangular form is often built on a
discarded pasteboard suit box, which
holds a dish and Is hidden from view
by a covering of white paper and the
flowers. .
Making- Plea tor Sale,
At one of the largest ple-baklng es
tablishments In this country It la said
that on an average thirty-one pies per
minute are turned out, and the night
ly capacity of the plant U S 0,000 plea.
known, from experience. To our clum
sy expedient of measuring distances
the paper hanger offered a clever sug
gestion. When the picture hook had
been removed he inserted In the hole
a small piece of wooden toothpick,
which pierced the damp paper as It
was hung. To remove the splinter
and screw the hook again Into place
was a simple operation.
Gage Trlcorae.
The continental blue and buff, dear
to the hearts of every true American,
are, oddly enough, particularly fash
lonable, just as Paris makes the three
cornered hat the mode. The new buff
shade, however, is called mandarin by
the Paris milliners, and Is a tawny
shade which harmonizes well with the
rich, dark blue. The brim of this trl
corne la faced wth blue velvet and the
cluster of clipped ostrich feathers
matches the buff colored felt The
brim is laced with the fashionable tar
Dished gilt cord.
The Garden Among the Hill.
The travelers came suddenly upon
the place after a drive of many miles
through the South Carolina woods
a drive under a canopy of Cherokee
roses which climbed far up Into the
pines and hung in long garlands above
the road. The woods were gay with
violets, azaleas and ferns how fra
grant and how beautiful it was! and
then as the travelers left the pines
behind, there burst upon their view
a most wonderful garden of flowers,
surrounding s modest cottage home.
The soil was sandy and unpromis
ing enough, but by some magic an
acre or more had been transformed
Into a mass of bloom. There were
rose bushes dozens and scores of
them. There were -red and pink pop
ples, pink and white verbena, blue
larkspur, beds of ragged robin all the
treasures of the old-fashioned garden
that the grandmothers of the present
generation loved. .
The travelers paused at the foot of
the path which led through the flow
ers to the house, and a woman came
down to greet them.- ,
"May we have a glass of waterr
they asked, but their souls drank in
the beauty of the garden.
She brought the water, and as they
thanked her for her kindness, they
noted more closely the woman herself.
She was a dainty little person whose
gray hair was contradicted by the
freshness of her cheek; and In her
clear eyes there were the sweetness
and the serenity of a soul at peace
with its Maker.
A few questions brought out her
simple story. She lived aione. Her
resources, so far as money was con
cerned, were very small. A cow and
a vegetable garden supplied most of
her modest needs, and nearly all her
time was spent among her flowers.
"When I can be of use to the neigh
bors in time of sickness or other
need, I am glad to go," she said, "but
I always feel that the flowers I take
them do them more good than I can
do. All the year in pleasant weather
I live here in my garden, and Blnce
my mother and my sisters died, the
flowers seem to mean more and more
to me."
"But isn't It hard work?" they
asked.
"Oh, no; and the flowers appreciate
all I do for. them. Why, I often catch
myself listening to hear them speak.
Anyway, I love to think they know
me, and I try to understand what God
says to me through them. Besides,
the strangers who come along always
stop to enjoy them, as you have, and
It seems my only way to share my
happiness with others."
They thanked her with words for
the beautiful roses she gathered for
them before they went on their way,
but in their hearts they thanked her
more for the lesson in contentment,
service and faith which she had
taught
Poor and lonely T Most persons liv
ing in such a spot would be, but this
woman of the South Carolina hills
has riches beyond compare, and her
daily life is filled with blessed com
panionship and with poetry.
How much more of beauty and fra
grance there would be in the world if
all, whether their lots are cast in the
busy centers or beside unfrequented
byways, would cherish and care for
the flowers in the gardens of their
lives, striving to understand the mes
sage which God sends through tnem,
and sharing their happiness with those
who pass along the way! Youth's
Companion.
Being a Cull. '
"Not long since, while visiting a
beautiful orange grove," wrote a fa
ther to his daughter, "I noticed little
heaps of oranges here and there about
the packing house. Making Inquiry
about them, I was told that these were
'culls,' such as are not packed for
market. When I examined them I
found only slight Imperfections on the
skin of the fruit, which did not affect
Its quality. Then I thought about the
little faults that we sometimes 'almost
cherish mere nothings, as we see
them, in comparison with the whole
sum of our virtues. They make us
imperfect, cause us in some way to be
thrown out of the best places, left be
hind while others are sent on ahead."
- Seeing our own faults as the cause
of many of our disappointments, as
the occasion of our being obliged to
take second place instead of first, is to
see them , in , their right character.
"The little foxes "spoil the vines."
Don't let us overlook them because
they are little, but know their power
and conquer them. Well Spring.
Am the Heart Look.
If we are on the hunt of nettles we
will certainly find them, but It Is
doubtful whether the find la worth the
search. There are ecorea of bright
flowers In the field for every bunch of
nettles. There are a thousand treea
In the woods for every thorn bush,
and each one Is more pleasing to the
eye and more companionable to our
moods than their prickly neighbor in
the fence row. The bee on the head
of clover and the butterfly waving Its
painted wings' over some random flow
er speak to our hearts of sweetness
and beauty, and remind us that on
every path of life there is something
better than the spines of the thistle or
the sting of the nettla. He who car
ries a muck-rake will always want to
use it. He who lives in the marshes
will have the croak of frogs In his
voice ana will have much to say of
reptiles and water rats. Our speech
will partake of the character of our
life and life will be a bane or blessing
as we have sought the evil and the
good. On the path of life we will find
what we seek; and we fashion our
destiny as we go along. If we care to
build Into our character muck and
punk and the deleterious things by
the way, we can., If we care to fill it
with dragons . and doleful creatures,
these will always be found available.
But if we go through the world, walk
ing on the sunny side of the road, with
a smile for every one, admiring the
beautiful things which God has made
to grow there, we will live a more con
tented life, there will be a blessing in
our fnllnWRhln. a recommendation of
the goodness of God and an example
which those who follow may speak of
with respect and honor. United Presbyterian.
CAMPHOR HAS MANY VIRTUES.
Numerous Ue In Medicine Come
from the Orient.
Camphor is used in medicine, both
outwardly and Inwardly, sometimes as
a' temporary stimulant and sometimes
as a sedative. Everybody has heard
of the use of camphor drops for per
sons liable to fainting fits. It is fre
quently employed in gout and rheu
matism. In small doses it acts as an
anodyne and antispasmodic, but in
large doses it is an irritant poison.
The alcoholic solution, and the lini
ments in which it Is the chief ingredi
ent are much used for exterrial appli
cations, for sprains and bruises, chil
blains and even for incipient paralysis.
The employment of camphor as a
medicine in England is not very old;
it was used in Germany before It be
came known in England, and in medi
cal books of the last century it was
called "camphire." All kinds of heal
ing properties were ascribed by Eng
lish and foreign doctors to the drug,
of the Importation of which from
Japan the Dutch had the monopoly.
Camphor was said to be a powerful
antiseptic, to be a cure for hypochon
driasis, and to be useful In cases of
epilepsy.
It was administered mixed with
vinegar or rubbed up with a mucilage
of gum arable or combined with a cer
tain quantity of sweet almonds. There
cannot be any doubt that camphor has
many medical uses and could be ill
spared from the pharmacopoeia, but
there is some consolation to be found
In "the fact that it is possible to pre
pare artificial camphor by the mutual
action of hydrochloride acid gas and
oil of turpentine, which produces a
white substance possessing a camphor
like odor and which is soluble in al
cohol.. ;
Camphor, condiments and the cor-
dial which , he himself invented and to
which he gave his own name, were
the three chief specifics recommended
for the cure of almost every ailment to
which human flesh is heir by the skill
ful chemist and fervid Republican
Raspall. Year after year, in his once
popular almanac, the virtues of cam
phor were extolled, and, coud the
French savant revisit the glimpses of
the moon, his spirit would be sorely
troubled by the intelligence that, in all
probability, there is likely to be a
scarcity of camphor.
Since the war the Imports of the
odorous drug have fallen oc to a progig-
ious extent It is not only, however,
on Japan that we depend for cam
phor. Almost all the camphor of com
merce is the product of the camphor
laurel or camphor tree, which is a na
tive not only, of Japan, but of China,
Cochin China and Formosa, and its
cultivation has been introduced into
Java and the West Indies, two regions
which have certainly not been affected
by the war in the far east
The Chinese camphor tree is found
in Kwang-Si and Suklen, and affords
both timber and gum for exportation
and domestic use. The gum is pro
cured from the branches, leaves and
chips by first soaking them in water
until the liquid becomes saturated
with it, when It Is turned out into an
earthen basin to coagulate, and under
goes other treatment. It comes to
market in a crude state, and is nom
inally again refined after reaching
Europe. . .
There is also an oil extracted from
camphor which rarely comes to Europe
and the article made in Borneo and
Sumatra Is so much esteemed in the
east that even in markets of Japan
200 pounds of the camphor of the lat
ter country used to be given In ex
change for one pound of the product
of the former. The Bornean camphor
is white like chalk, but has the same
smell and taste as that of China and
Japan. The natives ascribe extraor
dinary medicinal virtues to it, and fre
quently hang It powdered In bags
around their necks or around their
waists, wrists and ankles, and, curi
ously enough, this use of powdered
camphor was strongly advocated by
Raspall.
Not Incompatible.
"I wonder that the reformers have
not attacked the tables in arithmetic
which are taught the children In
schools." .
"Why should they attack such things
as those f
. "On the ground of morality. Those
tables make drams and scruples go to
gether." Baltimore American.
Old Favorites
Down to Sleep.
November woods are bare and still;
Nnvsmhar riava are clear and brlgnt, ,
Each noon burns up the morning chill;
The morning's snow is gone vj
night; : - .-
Each day my steps grow slow, grow
As through the woods I reverent creep.
Watching all things lie down to sleep.
I never knew before what beds.
Fragrant to swell, and soft to toucn,
The forest sifts and shapes ana
spreads;
I never knew before how much
Of human sound there is In such
Low. ones as through the..forB"t sweet
When all wild tilings lie down to sleep.
Each day I find new coverlids '
Tucked in, and more sweet eyes shut
, tight; ; ?
Sometimes the viewless mother bids
Her ferns kneel down, full in my
sight;
I hear their chorus of "good-night;"
And half I smile, and half I weep,
Listening while they lie down to sleep.
November woods are mare and still;
November days are bright and good;
Life's noon burns up life's morning
' chill; A
, Life's night rests feet which long
have stood;
Some warm soft bed, In , field or
' wood, . :
The mother will not fall to keep,
Where we can lay us down to sleep,
Helen Hunt Jackson.
Fame.
(From Lycldas.)
Alas I what boots It with Incessant
1 care
To tend the homely slighted shepherd's
trade,
And strictly meditate the thankless
Muse? . " .'...,..; '.".
Were It not better done, as others use,
To sport with Amaryllis In the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit
doth raise-
That last infirmity of noble mind
To scorn delights and live laborious
days; ' "
But the fair guerdon when we hope to
find,
And think to burst out into sudden
blaze, ' ' -
Comes the blind Fury with the abhor
red shears, -
And slits the thin-spun life. "But not
- ; the praise,"
Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trem
bling ears;
"Fame is no plant that grows on mor
tal soil,
Nor in the glistening foil
Set oft to the world, nor in broad ru
mor lies,
But lives and spreads aloft by those
pure eyes ,
And perfect witness of all-judging
Jove;
As he pronounces lastly on each deed.
Of so much fame in heaven expect thy
meed." ' .. . . :v-
John Milton. r
MEMORIAL FOR JOHN FITCH.
Thinka Honora In Steam Navigation
Should Go to Philadelphia.
The case of John Fitch is a sad one.
He was the pioneer and was success
ful. He ran his boat on the Delaware
river for months, but he was received
with derision. There was then no
man In this city probably not in the
whole country with the prophetic vis
ion of Chancellor Livingston at a later
day who possessed the wealth and in
fluence to impress the fact of Fitch's
success on the public, the Philadelphia
Inquirer says. It argues HI for the
state of enlightenment at . that time
that there was no one who could fore
see the possibilities of steam naviga
tion. If some Philadelphia had arisen
at that moment to do what Livingston'
did Bubsequently in New York;, much
of our history might have been chang
ed. We should have had steamboats
on the western waters nearly twenty
years earlier than we did, the event
of the War of 1812 might have been
more decided, and Napoleon might
have had his steamers to cross the
channel from Boulogne.
It is idle to speculate on what
might have been, but it la certain that
this city owes something to the mem
ory of Fitch, the prophet whom It re
jected. The least that can be done Is
to rear a monument to his memory
and to place a headstone over his
grave. In the library of the Historical
Society to-day reposes the combined
diary and autobiography of this man.
It Is one of the most pathetic of hu
man documents. It shows the mighty
soul of a man struggling against the
stupidity and conservatism of his age.
We think the Historical Society should
take the Initiative In the matter, and
we believe that a reasonable sum can
be secured for a suitable memorial to
a man who was born out of due sea
son, who deserved so much and got
the worst', v"rt -
The Place for It.
An old Scotswoman was advised by
her minister to take snuff to keep her
self awake during the sermon. She
answered briskly, "Why dlnna ye pu
the snuff in the sermon, mon?"
The Shake.'
-What did you say last night whea
Jack asked you to marry him?"
"I shook my head.".
"Sideways or up and downT Boa
ton Transcript
A waitress in an Omaha restaurant
married a guest an hour after serving
his dinner. Her haste, was due to the
fact that she didn't care to wait any
longer.
We have quit worshiping great he
roes who Mve a long way off; Instead,
in future we shall worship the good
eltliens around home.
So far as is known, bo 'widow eves
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