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Show Arrange to come to game Saturday an bring Lourene without falL "Ned. York. THE ENTERPRISE. VAKD JO&aXXSElf, Tmb U.W. PTA IX. trilBilMt C :J Ir With hidden noon and tangle set, Stood Cupid In the tlover to lure end trap Alomr the A duckling flying overt The snare apt ur.g when Cupid freed 1 he quarry from Ida nooe, lie found that he had tailed for A duck arid caught a gooc! n CSV ! Dan Cupid, for a overa charm, tl-o- ! tnllady'e bonn-- t Dll fli a feathera of that Mrd. And eel hia upn it: I railed milady dove and 'Muck The matrimonial noose, I wound about her heart nnd then I found I caught it goose I ? Expressions of mingled surprise and disappointment Were plainly risible on many faces in tho crowded stand. Ter-- , bell, the halfback, had fumbled every ball in tho first half. Ho. was not playing In hia usual form. When "llmo" was called, Ned Bummers rushed up to a. small boy standing on the field. Alt out of breath from playing, he gasped: "Run to Bob Terbelis room. Know where It is? AH right. Bring.the pennant hanging on tho mantel. Bring it l ero as fast as you can scamper. . As tho players took their positions for the second half Bob Terbeii, bending over with his bead between bis knees, glanced casually, at tho grandstand. Through the spaco he saw a white-letterpennant floating in tho breeze. WJthout'thought of the game he stood erect, just as the signal was to bo of adjusting his given. On noseguard, ho stood for 'a minute while the signal was held. called tho quarteras Bob resumed his position. back, The fight for the pigskin was on. Bob played football as well in the second half as he had played badly in the first, and all because he 6aw a face behind the flying pennant. ed , TREADING WATER When Hft hotter than Inferno In the oflice or the street, WllllA nplattera In the bayou. Treed- wat- with feet! er kat hit flptaaninr. ducking, diving, choking, In c. shady, cool retreat He ') leka bottom with abandon. Tread- mean- feett with while his tng But when mother gets him In the woodshed, grim and still, She will treed a little water ' Bill) tom On the of bot- her to-nig- ht 3 3 3 as to cause Ned, to look curiously at him. at the mantelpiece, gazing pensively "But you played so much better In "I say. Bob, is your brain affected? bad become one of Bobs daily occuthe last half, Bob, said Lourene, as pations. Perhaps the white letters, ho asked, half seriously. conout she I tell It's put a little hand in the two big you, "No; heart Ned, standing my In the deserted grandstand. Two ones center on in the hard a Im hit pennant spicuously had fascinated him. Perhaps the mere "Why dont you tell her?" knowledge that she had given it to "Why dont you ride to the moon In an auto?" Evidently there were rough him made Fate seem less cruel. Be that as It may, the , Wellesley spots in Bob's temper. "Come, Bob, what's It all about?' pennant held the place of honor in the football the wherein the N6ds expression was one of bewilderroom, spot ment players heart had hitherto stood. "I tell you, she wont listen to me. A long row of pretty faces reaching across the wall told their own story I met her at Green Lake in August of a brief yeign. And now, where each She spent the summer there with her in turn had stood, hung an inanimate mother, and on the afternoon of the night she was to leave I tried to tell pennant Tom was rudely recalled from her all about It, only to become endreamland by a knock at thedoor. tangled in one of those sarcastic conTo lounge dejectedly in bis chair, - , "Come ini he shouted, inhospitably and without looking around. "Whats up. Bob?" inquired Ned Summers, entering the room in football attire. "Why are you mooning around here? The fellows are waiting." . IN FLY TIME. Now doth the little pesky fly Improve each shining minute. There's not a dish of bake or brew But what the little duffers In itl He glanced about the room for some explanation of Bobs evident mental disturbance. "Hang football," was the uncivil re- 5 5 5 sponse. A brier pipe saved a mans life. Ned vented his feelings by a whistle The conductor drove him from the of surprise.After a minute he laid a front of the open car to the rear. hand on Bobs shoulder. There was a collision and the front "Whats the matter, old chap?" he was car On be crushed. asked. "Do you want those fellows to of the part even off the face of the earth on us mans hind, the go wipe pipe didnt out Moral: Smoke upl Saturday? One might think so from 3 3 3 Our devil is a foreigner. His father is Scotch, his mother Is Welsh and he was born on an English vessel flying the American flag while crossing the Irish sea. He keeps company with a little Skandlhoovian girl up on Polish row. He can also talk Italian or something that sounds like it Talk about foreigners, that devil of ours is the whole blooming category of nationalities. 3 3 3 CHICAGO GIRL. Chicago girl, so fair and sweet, Delightful, coy and witty. Despite the puns made of thy feet, I swear that thou art pretty! Chicago girl. In stunning frock, Vivacious Ruth, or Sally, Red lips, plump limbs and screen-doo- r sock Pray, let me to thee rally! Chicago girl, I plead with you. Beseech thee oft and sweetly ikkune, let us walk the kangaroo Ind fascinate completely. Vhicago girl, you are a lu Come closer, shifty Sadie; 7 promise not to peek-a-bo- o n lady. ly sweet, lace-lade- altogether we will sip and sup, In quiet nook and breezy; ,lo kill a bird and drink a cup' My dear one, should be easy. Then let the world wag on Its way .t.,We two will stem. the eddy; ChlcagJ girl, its up to you. Get busy, when youre ready. -- versations which ended in a quarrel. To cool off I went out for a turn in the water, intending to return and apologize for some things I said.' When I was nicely out In the middle the wind went down and left me lulled two miles from shore, my sails empty and no sign of an oar. Well?" asked Ned, leaning against interthe mantelpiece and becoming ' . ested. . "Well! It wasnt well at all, corrected Bob, impatiently. "When I finally reached the hotel, several hours later, she was gone, but not without a parting shot at me In a note. She said' a lot of things about people losing their tempers and all that rot, and of how a real gentlemen would have apologized for what I had said. You see, she thought it was intentional my going out on the lake and remaining until she was gone. Bobs eyes sought the pennant again. "But why don't you write to her? Shell listen to reason. Ned was beginning to show signs of sympathy. I did, and Im waiting yet. for the -- answer., - And the pennant how about that? Oh, she gave that to me before. Its all I have of hers. Do you realize that you - havent enlightened me as to who her is? Lives Shes Lourene Richmond. in Corning. . It was Bobs own fault that he did not detect the shaft of surprise that shot across his friends face. Well, its pretty tough, old .man, but this wont win our game for us. Come, we must practice. A bump or two on the gridiron will shake all out of you. We must do those Gazing pensively at the mantelpiece. the way youve played this fall. I4 fellows Saturday. A few minutes later, when they suggest that you were in, love, but hello! stepped into the street, together, Ned His eye fell on the pennant on the ran on ahead and disappeared around mantel. Wheres her picture? Who the corner, ostensibly to telephone to Is it now?" a friend. "Thats the question where is itl But the telephone message was' writShe didnt give me one. ten on a telegraph blank and read: Bobs dejected air was so unusual I Miss Gladys Irving, Corning, New sen-tiir'- "If it Is so easily won, Bob, she said-other thoughtful young persons were walking in an opposite direction. "You saved the day."' , "No; you did it, replied Bob, looking ridiculously happy and forgetting to release the hand he. held. "You won the game. But lor the sight of your face, so unloosed for. behind that pennant, I should have fumbled through the whole game. A part of my anatomy was wanting. And a long time afterward, when he had taken off his football clothes and had regained some of his equanimity, he said, "Do you suppose, dear,. that you could help me win the battle of You life as you did the gam j can but will you?" If it is so easily won, Bob, she said. And they, began on the second half of the game. Dorothy Blackmore in . Boston Globe. , to-da- y , .Infection from Table Salt. It perhaps does not occur to many people that there is risk in our present unclean method of using table salt from an open dish or salt cellar, as It is always exposed to the - dust and germs floating about In the atmosphere. Knowing also the affinity salt has for moisture. It is only reasonable to expect that it will absorb this from a sick room (which may possibly be humified artificially) and then take up the germk of disease at the same time. -- -- -- |