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"Golden Girl," he'd better hurry back and buy himself a cheap title. .Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard Kttu aim .n r. umi ..is. itobuii mouuiaiuhg lie has a pretty name and the right kind of hair, but the golden girl a n uu mu issued cards lur liau Huluo ui in America dotes more on titles than anything else. unixing pan, given at ur. and .Mrs. rtuud uu Muiuia evening huaI. .Mr. and .Mrs. lx urand loung Uit iur a two wteks' nip tu New it will tako more than Castile soap to wash tho blood oil Weyhrs Vurk on 'lursday evening. hands. It will requiro the kind of hot water Undo Sam is boiling for .Mr. and Mrs. James xndersen annuuneed tbo engagement of tlre.r him in case the Queen Regent can spare him from Spain. to Grace Mr. M. Welch ut the i went) iuurth infantry daughter Lyman on Saturday last. Ho is no ordinary poet who can get as much for hi spring cea-tioMiss Wallace has returned to the city, after spending several as tho milliner does for hers. weeks in Omaha. 9m The German Club met with Mrs. Burke on Monday evening. Modiste Do you know, women are wearing bustles again? Miss Harkness entertains the Dollar Luncheon Club on Saturday. Customer You dont say! Where, in Baris? Mrs. Moylan C. Fox left for Denver on hriday evening, where Modiste (naively) No, same old place. she will be joined by Mr. I ox, who has been in New York. Miss Kiesel of Ogden is the guest of Miss Park. He Realized Where He Was. First Shade (hotly) Water! Water! Mr. Henry McCornick expects to return to Custer, Ida., next week. You there, who are you? The Shakespeare section of the Ladies Literary Club will continue Second Shade (sizzingly) I am Editor Braun of Texas. And you through the summer, studying the comedies. old whited sepulcher who are you? And you addle-pateThe Tuesday Afternoon Club will meet with the Misses Nason where am I anyway? Ink! Ink! More ink! next week. Firstshade Im a Baptist from Miss Kimball will return from her California trip about the first Second Shade 0! This is hell! of May. Mrs. Violet Dale is at Fords. It Will Excite Them. "Thats a good joke they are going to play t, on the Spaniards at their next Sunday isnt it? WOMANS DEPARTMENT. Continued from Page 7. "Yes, what is it? They are going to let them see an American proportionately rich in starch and sugar, and in order to get enough nitrogenous food it must eat many times as much starch and sugar as Melba la divine chanteuse! it really needs, and the sweet juice which it excretes is simply the exPerhaps she is coarse. Maybe she did swear. No doubt she was cess of sugar. It is well known that some species of ants mainly livo on this syrup furnished by the aphides, and not only frequent the ungracious in her treatment of some of the most select pebbles that creme of our trees and plants on which the aphides live but actually provide new roll on our social beach. But let the none-suclayer keep itself sweet if it can. As for the Reticule, it doesnt places for them and provide for them as they might for domestic animals. Indeed the aphid has sometimes been called the ants cow. Dur- care whatever else she is or was or did She was Melba! ing the summer, while all conditions are most favorable for life, the Wasnt that enough? The aroma of the occasion will scent the aphides multiply' with almost inconceivable rapidity'. This rapid reI pity those who paid two dollars a seat and production is made possible by' a process known as parthenogenesis. memory for a lifetime. Within the body of an aphid a cell is formed which rapidly develops regret it, for regret is a canker that eats the heart out of pleasure, and into an aphid like its single parent. Frequently several cells develop music such music as that of Melba is the heart, the soul itself of within an individual at the same time, and a few hours after they the most exquisite pleasure of which the spirit of man is capable. That leave the body of the parent each one is ready to reproduce in the same is, the spirit of man ih those rare moments of sublimation when he that he is essentially a clay image, or rather when he realizes, way'. This form of reproduction continues until the weather becomes forgets cold in the fall, then perfect males and females are produced, and in the higher cells, the finer fibers of his being, that he is something eggs are laid under the bark of trees and in other safe places. These transcendently more than a clay image. And that is what Melbas retain their vitality until spring, when they hatch, and the cycle of singing did. It lifted one out of his ordinary environment, it carried the soul up above the earth and set it free among the stars. The past liie begins anew. In aphids have been known to reproduce parthenogenetically' for four years, showing that the reappearance of was completely obliterated. The future there was no necessity, no the perfect forms is due to environment rather than to any inherent demand for a future. Let the delicious present go on, for it was the present only that w'as vivid and real. necessity on the part of the insect Ah, when the orchestra plays, it is a river of deep, rich, mellow Melba sings. At times it is like the tiny stream Some of the communications sent to The Bee last week were too harmony. And now, of the snowy uplands, that late for publication. Matters pertaining to this department must be that is born of one of the chaste virgins trickles and murmurs and growrs larger as it leaps into the air, and received before Friday'. then collects itself in a resounding cup in order that it may move on more gloriously. Finally it pours its pellucid waters into that of a THE RETICULE. larger stream. And again it is like this marvelous voice is like a river itself sw'eeping grandly along, clear, deep, sweet. But Love may be blind sometimes, but never in the dark. listen! We are approaching a cataract. The stream is accelerated. It piles up in places. It eddies and swirls and foams. It moans and hisses Don Is your ma a club woman? and rushes tumultuously along. It leaps wildly into the air in a final Tod Yep; but she used a strap today. burst of matchless glory. It is a Niagara of sound that has never music. ceased to be music music with a soul When the golden calf bleats the whole Administration wants to Long live the diva! And they say a large part of it is art. Perhaps those charming weep. Tis quite pathetic! little squeaks and the cork-scretrills can be bought, but the rest of He Nearly Choked. Tramp (eyeing the meager bill of fare) This it, that, for instance, which exalts a snatch from "Suwanee River, that must have come into the world, like beauty, of its own accord. is Lent, aint it, mum? JEMAC KAIGH, Mrs. Newsome (innocently) No, I give that to you. pt-opl- h -- ns d, sin-crack- ed bull-figh- bul-let-i- h hot-hous- es broad-flowin- g, soul-haunti- w' ng n. top-cru- st |