THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON.
SELECTION OF LAYERS
Professor Kent Gives Rules Fol
lowed at Cornell.
Examination of Ear Lobe Ie Consid
ered to Be Almost Infallible—Vel
vety Texture of Hen’s Comb
Is Also Good.
The expert eyo can readily detect
laying hens among a flock of nonlay-
era. Professor Kent gives the follow
ing rules observed at Cornell, some of
which were worked out some years
ago by the Connecticut experiment
station:
Yellow-legged birds quickly lay off
the color in their shanks when they
are laying.
A hen which Is laying
heavily almost loses the yellow color
out of her shanks. After molting the
yellow color returns quickly.
Examination of the ear lobe is con
sidered to be almost infallible. A
chalky white ear lobe indicates a bird
Is laying heavily, whereas a cream-col
ored one shows the bird is laying mod
erately, has Just started or has Just
stopped. A milk-colored ear lobe
shows the hen has laid slightly or has
stopped laying. A very yellow or dark
ear lobe indicates the hen has not laid
at all.
It is to be remembered that an ex
tremely white ear lobe also may mean
very low vitality.
The more velvety the texture of the
comb of a hen Is the better is her
health, and it is almost a certain sign
she is laying heavily.
Out of 40 hens under observation at
Cornell, six with chalky white ear
lobes showed that they had laid 22
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eggs that week, 16 eggs the previous
week and nine the week before that.
Of six other hens with creamy ear
lobes, four laid 15 eggs that week and
three laid 12 the week before and
three more laid nine eggs tho prior
week.
Seven hens with yellow ear lobes
were examined and only one of them
had laid an egg that week and four
the week before.
Nino hens with very dark ear lobes
showed that they had not laid an egg
for weeks.
TO ERADICATE POTATO BUGS
Hand-Picking Method Is Best In Fami
ly Patch—Paris Green and Plas
ter Is Recommended.
For the family potato patch the
quickest way is to hand pick the old
bugs. The bugs may be easily caught
when torpid early In the morning
One bug, it is said, will lay several
hundred eggs By gathering the bugs
there will be few worms.
When the young worms are found
in the heart of the potato vines the
best method is to dust with paris
green and plaster. One tablespoonful
of pure paris green mixed in one peck
of dry plaster will bo enough to dust
one-quarter of an acre of potatoes.
When the worms are tn the small
foliage surrounding the blossoms and
when tho worms are half grown and
are spread over the leaves twice this
quantity must be used. Two dustings
w ill be necessary to kill the first and
second broods.
Buy the best quality of paris green
Old green or green that has been ex
posed to the air is nearly worthless
for killing worms. Use plenty of dry
powdered plaster. The plaster Is ex
cellent to Increase the growth of the
vines. The best time to apply the
mixture is early in the morning when
tho leaves aro damp from dew.
FEEDING THE TURKEY POULTS
FOR
SUBSTITUTE
ICE
BOX
Food May Be Kept Cool In Contriv
ance Which Is Not at Ah Hard
to Put Together.
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A box fitted up to hold food helps
to solve the problem of keeping food
during the heated months, if the
cover is removed and the bottom ta-
ken out, and the remaining frame
fitted with a shelf or two, and then
stood in a window that is free from
sun and to which the breeze has ac
cess, it proves quite a good cooler.
But its construction is not complete
until it is covered with strips of heavy
cloth, such as burlap, sacking, or flan
nel. These are fastened on top of the
box and hang down over the sides,
completely covering the whole. On
top of this again is placed a dish of
water, with narrow strips of material
laid in it and banging over on the
cloth covering of the box. The water
oozes through these and keeps the
cloth covering wet, it having been first
given a good wetting. The air reach
ing this causes evaporation which tn
turn creates cold. The vessel of water
must be kept constantly filled. The
degree of cold obtained will depend
greatly upon the condition of the at
mosphere. When this is very dry, the
evaporation will be much more rapid,
and the cold will be increased corre
spondingly.
WHEN JELLY WILL NOT JELL
Putting Material Back Into Saucepan
Only Serves to Make a Bad
Matter Worse.
When jelly will not jell, and that
happens sometimes, do not turn it
back into a saucepan to cook over.
That breaks the little gelatlned glob
ules that have formed, even though
not enough to make jell, and you
will have at best a sticky, stringy
mess. Instead, take a large dripping
pan, half fill it with water, set the
undisturbed glasses of jelly In it, not
close enough to touch, put into a hot
oven and allow to bake until sufficient
ly jellied. It sometimes takes three-
quarters of an hour, but the jelly will
cut as smooth and clear as though
stiff enough at first cooking. A pinch
of powdered alum will help the jelly
ing precess. Now is the time when
the far-seeing housewife, while doing
her preserving, puts up dainty little
glasses of jelly or pots of jam, to be
used for Christmas gifts. For a few
cents little fancy glasses, jars, mug*
or tiny pitchers may be had, which,
filled with homemade jelly and accom
panied by a Christmas greeting, will
prove very acceptable gifts. Small
cold cream jars and the like, if well
scalded, make excellent containers foi
Jelly.
.
How to Repack Ice Cream.
When the cream Is frozen, take off
the cross bar, remove the lid and
dasher, pack the ice cream neatly In
the bottom of the can, replace the lid
closing the hole in It with a cork. Fill
the tub with salt and ice, pushing
them down to the bottom of the tub
until the tub is filled to its top and
covering the can; then put over the
freezer a piece of carpet or blanket,
to exclude air, and stand in a cold
place for one or two hours to ripen
and harden. When ice cream is fresh
each ingredient is tasted separately;
but after standing one or two hours
they blend and form a pleasant whole.
This is called ripening.
Hollandaise Sauce.
Cold or hot asparagus can be served
with hollandaise sauce and, indeed,
many lovers of this succulent vege
table consider this sauce its best ac-
companiment. To make it, beat a
half a cupful of butter to a cream and
then add the yolks of four eggs, beat
ing again. Next add six tablespoon
fuls of boiling water and then a table
spoonful of lemon juice or vinegar and
salt and pepper to taste. Beat now for
live minutes with a beater and then
cook in a double boiler, stirring al)
tho time until thick. Serve cold.
Rechauffe of Beef.
Brown two tablespoonfuls butter,
add two tablespoonfuls flour and
brown thoroughly. Add two cupfuls of
stock and one teaspoonful currant
jelly. When the sauce begins to thick
en add one-fourth teaspoonful salt,
one-fourth teaspoonful paprika, a few
drops of onion juice, one teaspoonful
catsup and thin slices of rare roast
beef. Stir carefully till meat is heat
ed. A tablespconful of sherry added
just before serving improves it.
Cleaning Fine Fabrics.
Delicate fabrics like crepe meteor
or crepe de chine generally require
professional skill to clean properly.
However, the homemaker can remove
stains herself if she acts promptly by
placing tho soiled spot over steam Is-
suing from the nose of the teakettle.
The fabric can then be pressed be
tween clean white blotters or brown
paper, with a warm iron.
Nothing but Water and Sand Should
Pineapple Ade.
Be Given Young Fowls Until
Cut slices of very ripe pineapple
They Are One Day Old.
into small pieces. Put them with
their Juice Into a large pitcher and
Turkey poults require no food until sprinkle them well with sugar. Pour
a day or two old. as nature has pro on boiling water, allowing a small half
vlded for them, but water and sand pint to each pineapple. Cover and let
should be placed within reach. The stand until quite cool, occasionally
food should not be of a sloppy kind, pressing down the pineapple with a
as that leads to bowel trouble
spoon. Strain the infusion and serve
Curds or dutch cheese is liked by In tumblers with Ice.
them and they thrive on it.
Stale
bread, moistened and squeezed dry. Is
Banana Conserve.
good. Onion tops and dandelion leaves
Take a banana and either slice It or
minced fine should be fed each day split it and then put some of the con
while In confinement. Corn bread serve on It and a little sweet cream or
is the best food when two weeks old. top milk if you have it. It's simply
and later cracked corn or wheat great
should be provided.
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CHAPTER XXVI.
Congratulations.
The Duc de Tremont saw what
splendid stuff the captain in the -----
Cavalry was made of by the young
man’s quick convalescence. Sabron
could not understand why Robert lin
gered after the departure of the Mar
quise d’Esclignac, the Comtesse de la
Maine and Miss Redmond. The pres
ence of the young man would have
been agreeable if it had not been for
his Jealousy and his unhappiness.
They played piquet together. Sab
ron, in his right mind, thinner and
paler, nevertheless very much of a
man, now smoked his cigarettes and
ate his three meals a day. He took a
walk every day and was quite fit to
leave the Orient. Tremont said:
“I think, Sabron, that we can sail
this week."
Sabron looked at him questioningly.
“You are going, then, too—?"
“Of course,” said the young noble-
man heartily. "We are going together.
You know I am going to take you
back in my yacht”
(
Sabron hesitated and then said: )
“No, mon vieux, if you will excuse
me I think I shall remain faithful to
the old line of travel. I have an idea
that I am not in yachting trim.”
Tremont was not too dull to have
noticed his friend’s change of attitude
toward him. He smoked for a few
moments and then said:
“When we get back to Paris I want
to have the pleasure of introducing
you to my fiancee.”
Sabron dropped his cards.
"Introducing me!” he repeated.
Then putting out his hand, said cor
dially: “I knew you were to be felici
tated, old fellow.”
Tremont shook his hand warmly.
“Yes, and the lady is very anxious
to know you. It is Madame de la
Maine.”
A very warm color flushed the
cheeks of the invalid. He remem
bered all he had heard and all he had
known. He congratulated his friend
with sincere warmth, and after a few
moments said:
“If you really want me to go back
with you on the yacht, old chap—"
“I really do,” said Tremont se
renely. "You see, when we came on
the boat we scarcely hoped to be so
fortunate as to bring back the distin-
gushed captain."
Sabron smiled.
"But you have not told me yet,” he
said, “why you came down.”
“No,” said Tremont, “that Is true.
Well, It will make a story for the
sea.”
CHAPTER XXVII.
Valor In Retrospect.
In the month of May, when the
chestnuts bloom in the green dells,
where the delicate young foliage
holds the light as in golden cups, a
young man walked through one of the
small allées of the Bois at the fash
ionable noon hour, a little reddish dog
trotting at his heels. The young man
walked with an imperceptible limp.
He was thin, as men are who have
lived hard and who have overcome
tremendous obstacles. He was tanned
as men are browned who have come
from eastern and extreme southern
countries.
The little dog had also an imper
ceptible limp occasioned by a bicycle
running over him when he was a
puppy.
The two companions seemed im
mensely to enjoy the spring day. Sab
ron every now and then stood for a
few moments looking at the gay
passersby, pedestrians and eques
trians, enjoying to the full the repose
of civilization, the beauty of his own
land.
Pitchoune looked with indifference
upon the many dogs He did not stir
from his master’s side. When Sabron
was quiet, the little animal stood at
attention; he was a soldier's dog. He
could have told dog stories to those
insignificant worldly dogs — could
have told of really thrilling adven
tures. His brown eyes were pathetic
with their appeal of affection as they
looked up at his beloved master. He
had a fund of experience such as the
poodles and the terriers led by their
owners could not understand. There
fore Pitchoune was indifferent to them.
Not one of those petted, ridiculous
house dogs could have run for miles
tn the dark across an African desert,
could have found Beni Medtnet and
fetched relief to his master. Pitchoune
was proud of it. He was very well
satisfied with his career. He was
still young; other deeds of valor per
haps lay before him—who can tell?
At any rate he had been shown about
at the ministry of war. been very
much admired, and he was a proud
animal.
When Sabron spoke to him he leaped
upon him and wagged his tail. After
a few momenta, as the two stood near
the exit of an allee leading to one
of the grand avenues, Pitchoune slowly
went in front of his master and
toward two ladies sitting on a bench
la the gentle warmth of the May sun
light. Pitchoune, moved from his
usual Indifference, gave a short bark,
walked up to the ladles, and began
to snuff about their feet. The younger
lady exclaimed, and then Sabron, lift
ing his hat, came forward, the crimson
color beating in his dark tanned
cheeks.
The Marquise d’Esclignac held out
both hands to the officer:
“It’s nearly noon,” she said, "and
you don’t forget that you have prom
ised to lunch with us, do you, Mon
sieur le Capitaine?”
Sabron, bending over her hand, as-
sured her that he had not forgotten.
Then his eyes traveled to her com
panion. Miss Redmond wore a very
simple dress, as was her fashion, but
the young officer from Africa, who had
not seen her near by until now and
who had only caught a glimpse of her
across the opera house, thought that
he had never seen such a beautiful
dress in all his life. It was made of
soft gray cloth and fitted her closely,
and in the lapel of her mannish little
buttonhole she wore a few Parma vio
lets. He recognized them. They had
come from a bunch that he had sent
her the night before. He kissed her
hand, and they stood talking together,
the three of them, for a few moments,
Pitchoune stationing himself as a sen
tinel by Miss Redmond’s side.
The Marquise d’Esclignac rose. The
young girl rose as well, and they
walked on together.
“Mes enfants,” said the Marquise
d’Esclignac, "don’t go with your usual
rush, Julia. Remember that Monsieur
de Sabron is not as strong as Her
cules yet. I will follow you with
Pitchoune.”
But she spoke without knowledge of
the dog. Now feeling that some un
wonted happiness had suddenly burst
upon the horizon that he knew, Pit-
choune seemed suddenly seized with a
rollicking spirit such as had been his
characteristic some years ago. He
tore like mad down the path in front
of Sabron and Miss Redmond. He
whirled around like a dervish, he
dashed across the road in front of
automobiles, dashed back again,
springing upon his master and whin
ing at the girl’s feet.
"See,” said Sabron, "how happy he
is.”
“I should think he would be happy.
He must have a knowledge of what
an important animal he is. Just
think! If he were a man they would
give him a decoration.”
And the two walked tranquilly side
by side.
Pitchoune ran to the side of the
road, disappeared into a little forest
all shot through with light. He came
back, bringing the remains of an old
rubber ball lost there by some other
dog, and laid it triumphantly in front
of Miss Redmond.
“See,” sold Sabron, “he brings you
his trophies.”
eyes, came oft the boat to the shore.
I said to myself: ‘Brunet, he has the
air of one who comes back from a vic-
tory.’ No one would have ever be
lieved that Monsieur le Capitaine had
been rescued from captivity."
Brunet's curiosity was very strong
and as far as his master was con
cerned he had been obliged to crush
it down. To himself he was saying:
"Monsieur le Capitaine is on the eve
of some great event. When will he
announce It to me? I am sure my
master is going to be married.”
Pitchoune, from a chair near by,
assisted at his master's toilet, one
moment holding the razor-strop be
tween his teeth, then taking the
clothes brush in his little grip. He
was saying to himself: “I hope In
the name of rats and cats my master
is not going out without me!”
Brunet was engaged to be married
to the kitchen maid of the Marquise
d’Esclignac. Ordonnances and scul
lions are not able to arrange their
matrimonial affairs so easily as are
the upper classes.
“Monsieur le Capitaine,” said the
servant, his simple face raised to his
master's, "I am going to be mar
ried."
Sabron wheeled around:
"Mon
brave Brunet, when?”
Brunet grinned sheepishly.
"In five years, Monsieur le Capi
taine,” at which the superior officer
laughed heartily.
“Is she an infant, are you educat
ing her?”
“When one is the eldest of a wid-
ow,” said Brunet with a sigh, “and
the eldest of ten children—"
The clock struck the quarter. Sab
ron knew the story of the widow and
ten children by heart.
"Is the taxi at the door?”
“Yes, Monsieur le Capitaine.”
Pitchoune gave a sharp bark.
"You are not invited,” said his mas
ter cruelly, and went gayly out, his
sword hitting against the stairs.
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•
The Marquise d’Esclignac gave a
brilliant little dinner to the colonel
of Sabron’s squadron. There were
present a general or two, several men
of distinction, and among the guests
were the Duc de Tremont and Madame
de la Maine. Sabron, when he found
himself at table, looked at everything
as though in a dream. Julia Redmond
sat opposite him. He had sent her
flowers and she wore them in her
bodice. Madame de la Maine bent
upon the young officer benignant eyes,
the Duc de Tremont glanced at him
affectionately, but Sabron was only
conscious that Julia's eyes did not
meet his at all.
They talked of Sabron’s captivity,
of the engagement in Africa, of what
the army was doing, would not do, or
might do, and the fact that the Duc
de Tremont was to receive the deco
ration of the Legion or Honor in
July. Tremont toasted Sabron and
the young officer rose to respond with
flushing face. He looked affection
ately at his friend who had brought
him from death into life. The mo
ment was intense, and the Marquise
d’Esclignac lifted her glass:
“Now, gentlemen, you must drink to
the health of Pitchoune.”
There was a murmur of laughter,
Madame de la Maine turned to Sab
ron:
“I have had a collar made for Pit
choune; it is of African leather set
with real turquoise.”
Sabron bowed: “Pitchoune will be
perfectly enchanted, Madame; he will
wear it at your wedding.”
BIG EDIFICE RUINED
Great Cathedral at Soissons
Wrecked by German Shells.
Teuton Missiles Leave It a Venerable
Broken Twelfth Century Monu
ment of Desolation —Town
Is Practically Deserted.
By C. INMAN BARNARD.
Paris.—I made a flying visit to Sois-
sons cathedral—or, rather, what is
now left of this superb twelfth cen
tury edifice. I found the venerable
Abbe Landais, vicar of the parish,
standing broken-hearted amid the
heaps of ruins, now and then seek
ing with trembling hands for a frag
ment of the ancient stained-glass win
dow given by Blanche de Castille, but
now lying shattered in piles of broken
masonry, wreckage and dust.
In the roofless nave near three ogi
val doors, once the pride of Roman
esque architecture, Abbe Landais
greeted me with these words:
“This is a terrible misfortune. Not
a single pane of the beautiful stained
glass of the rosace windows nor of
the side windows remains. It was
only last Tuesday that an exquisite
rosace, with its 12 rayons forming
part of a tympanum of large stained
glass, a structure of four divisions,
was unharmed; but on Tuesday morn
ing a German projectile smashed to
atoms this last relic of the stained
glass.
“The masterpieces of stained glass
art were the crimson and blue por
traits of Saint Louis and of Jeanne
d’Arc in kneeling postures. These
were demolished this week.”
As one approaches Soissons posted
notices announce “Road repaired.
Proceed only at a walking pace.
Make no dust.” This reminds the vis
itors that the Germans are intrenched
700 yards away, on the right bank
of the River Aisne, and they keep up
a constant fire on Soissons, on the
cathedral and on the ruins of the an
cient abbey of Saint Jean des Vignes,
where Thomas a Becket lived for nine
years. The town of Soissons is de
serted, except for a dozen Inhabitants,
who prefer to live in the cellars—all
that is left of their houses.
The cathedral is a mere skeleton
of massive arched buttresses which
support nothing except shell-pierced
walls. As one stands in what was
once the nave the clear, open sky is
seen, and occasionally a stray shell
adds to the heaps of ruins. The fa
mous antique portal on the south side
no longer exists. The south tower and
the spire stand as a sort of rugged,
fragmentary monument of desolation.
WOULD “UNIONIZE THE MONK”
Court Fines Organ Grinder for Over-
time and Cruelty to His Trained
Simian.
Palo Alto, Cal.—At the instigation
of Mrs. Isabelle C. Merriman, humane
officer, John Samponi. Italian organ
grinder, was arrested for alleged cruel
ty to a trained monkey.
Mrs. Merriman claimed that the
monkey was jerked violently about, in
the hot sun and compelled to work 14
hours a day.
Evidence presented showed that
Samponi had obtained a license from
the city authorities and treated his
monkey kindly, but the Italian was
unable to prove that he did not make
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
“Jocko” work from seven o’clock in
CHAPTER XXVIII.
the morning until eight at night, with
GREAT NEED TO STOP WASTE an Intermission of only two hours for
Happiness.
rest.
Le Comte de Sabron finished his
Justice Charles imposed a $10 fine
Lesson That Should Be Impressed
dressing.
upon the organ grinder for not having
on America by the Frightful
Brunet surveyed his master from
unionized the monkey’s hours of labor.
War In Europe.
the tip of his shining boots to his
sleek, fair head. His expressive eyes
Waste is the crime of today, and it POODLE FED ON $2 STEAKS
said: "Monsieur le Capitaine is looking
is
especially the great crime of this
well tonight."
Brunet had never before given his awful war: waste in human life, in Mrs. John Jacob Astor’s Pet Dog Con
master a direct compliment. His eyes hope. In love, and in the common
sumes Big Juicy Pieces
only had the habit of expressing ad savings of us alL Millions of dollars’
of Meat
miration, and the manner in which worth of the savings of the people of
this
earth,
all
of
them
our
brothers
he performed his duties, his devotion,
New Haven, Conn.—Waiters at a
were his forms of compliment. But and our sisters, are daily burned up. local hotel told of the visit of Mrs.
Sabron's long illness and absence, the exploded, and wasted In the madness John Jacob Astor, formerly Miss
fact that he had been snatched from of the nations; and even that is a Madeleine Force, on an automobile
trifle when we compare it to the great
death and given back to the army human value of the lives that ars trip into New England. With Mrs.
again, leveled between servant and lost. It will not make any people Astor was her pet poodle Mizzie, and
master the impassable wall of eti rich; and we Americans, rarely fortu inasmuch as she was unable to re
quette.
nate in not being involved in the aw tain the dog at the hotel where she
"There will be a grand dinner to ful strife, shall And our part of the stopped, she sent Mizzie to another
night, will there not, Monsieur le burden to bear. Some time the war hostelry in care of the chauffeur.
The waiters were not surprised
Capitaine? Doubtless Monsieur le will be over, and then waste must
Colonel and all the gentlemen will be stop; it must stop if we are to ad when the chauffeur ordered a $2
there.” Brunet made a comprehen vance In humanity and civilization steak, but when he announced that it
sive gesture as though he comprised over and beyond the yawning gap was to be cut up for Mizzie the serv
the entire etat major.
made by the lust of blood, pride of ing man stood aghast- He complied
Sabron, indeed, looked well. He race, and the vanity of kings. The with the order, nevertheless. Mizzie
was thin, deeply bronzed by the ex war has been in progress but a little consumed the steak with the usual
posure on the yacht, for he and Tre while and already the cost of it is be canine celerity and the waiter pock
mont before returning to France had ing borrowed from future generations; eted a good tip.
made a long cruise. Sabron wore the extra hard labor and sweat must
look of a man who has come back come from infants now at their WIRE BURNS OFF GIRL'S HAND
from a far country and is content.
mothers' breasts, to make good this
"And never shall I forget to the end debauch of blood and fire. And in Playing In Yard, She Receives Shock
of my days how Monsieur le Capitaine the very measure that we waste Is the
of 2,300 Volte—Father Also
Seriously Shocked.
looked when I met the yacht at Mar sentence at hard labor upon the ris-
Ing generation prolonged. We cannot
seilles!”
Chambersburg, Pa.—Tinners work
Brunet spoke reverently, as though get out of It by being American: the
he were chronicling sacred souvenirs. debt Is upon us, in unequal measure ing on the roof of the Rosedale build
“I said to myself, you are about to it is true, but the debt, the obligation ing here threw a board to the ground,
welcome back a hero, Brunet! Mon to make up the losses, is upon us all. which tore down an electric light cir-
cuiL carrying 2.300 volts. The live
sieur le Capitaine will be as weak as —Atlantic.
ends of the wires fell into the yard
a child. But I was determined that
of Harry Alexander. Hia daughter,
Monsieur le Capitaine should not read
Responsibility and Prayer.
my feelings, however great my emo
“We learn on unimpeachable au Clara, aged seven, took hold of one
tion.”
thority that Lord Fisher, first sea lord side of the broken circuit Her father
Sabron smiled. At no time In hie at the admiralty, makes a habit of go pulled her away, being himself seri-
simple life did Brunet ever conceal ing to a certain church practically ously shocked.
The child's right hand was burned
the most trifling emotion—his simple every day for prayer and meditation
face revealed all his simple thoughts before beginning hie responsible du away and she was rendered uncon-
Sabron said heartily: "Your control ties.” says the Church Family News- scious. Electricians say that but for
was very fine. Indeed
paper; “we understand also that Lord the fact that she stood on a solid con
“Instead of seeing a sick man. Mon- Kitchener follows out a similar rule crete walk she would have been killed
sieur 1* Capitaine, a splendid-lookins whenever he is In London.”—London instantly.
figure, with red cheeks and rbright Globe.