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Show ! . ' ; : i - Woman is World : 1 Conducted by Helene Valeau. ; I ". ! MELENE VALEAFS ANSWERS. S MI?f Valeau will reply to all ques- ; f i;r,s allied by the feminine readers or I 'ho Ir.tei mountain Catholic. The well known character and authority of. her 5 replies need no introduction to those I irri-Jy familiar with her ability. Miss ' Valeau xvill take a kindly and personal Jnfre?t in those who write to her. and will spare no pains In Beeins that their I I inquiries are answered fully and cre- I fii'jy. Write only on one side of the t I paper. Address letters to Miss Kelene I valeau. Intermountain Catholic. 4 I jv;:r Miss Valenu: 5 1 Vuf'-r greatly from having My face , r l on windy days. Please help me. ' GRACE J Ogdcn. i y kn-uv it is a most uncomfortable I online io have your face burn in the ? v;(V v..:i describe after being out in 1 ,!lf wind. Your skin evidently is ex- i I vom'":y Fiii.sitive. You must be very ! 1 I'itri ''ui to wash your face for a while ,,.irr bot'ore f?oJn? out or after you ',:r.? in the house. Before you go out ,,'f''ijonrs I would advise you to put i 'Jr':c I .rincess cream ( r any good cold s I ,v,V;nr,i nn your face, then rub It off ; I Xvih a soft cloth ani applv some Eood t I vt :Z -tal la face powdt-r. This will pro- ; j,., i v.iur fare fro .11 the wind, "'ever ; I jn;t ort the powder without the princess ' I fivani t.rt. as that would mak; your ckin !ry nnd eventually make it form j ;n jitiv " wrinkle?. but put on with the ' i i'r'vun' it is not in the least Injurious. ; ) -fwoul.i always put :i veil on when you ; nui in windy, frosty or stormy I 5 1 ii.-;:r Miss Valeau: j p;lr l"i me for asking s much ad- f vj i'. ;.n 1 advise mo when convenient, if . YV J., Butte, i j ",'Uf- reason your lis and face pet t I rurpie whenever you go out is because r I y.n have very poor circulation. You i must do all you can to stimulate your i ch-rulation. Take a cold spmRf bath ?very morning, rubbing yourself brisk- ; ! y with a rough Turkish towel be I sure and rub so as to cause lots of . friction. Put a little salt on your wash ; I c'o;h and "crub yourself with that f ; wlion washing, as it Is excellent to V 1 start the blood circulating. Wash ynur I fft in cold water, too, and then rub thm very hard with a rough Turkish t towel; take an end of tha towel in each hand and in this way rub the foot in J s-saw fashion. The cold water and friction brings the blood to the surface, i. and it is especially important tj have i gof.d curculation in the feet; .that will i cure a red nose if the. latter is caused by your circulation. After your sponge I bath take some arm and leg exercises f r about fifteen or twenty minutes in : fr uit of an open window. Of course, f yr.'a must exercise witnouc your cor-I cor-I J on. Swinging clubs or dumb-bells J is excellent, or any of the physical cul- S lure exercises. Also practice deep i i breathing for about ten minutes every : Jfiy in front of an open -vfndow with 1 j spine erect and shoulder thrown well I j back. To take !ong, deep breaths you breathe slowly from away down in Ktomach with mouth closed. then breathe it out with mouth open. You Fhould tiy and walk throe ir four miles every day, and while walking breathe with Inns, deep breaths in the way I : have described. It is a most excellent j thing for both health and good looks. i i Dfttr Miss Valeau: Please give me tb.3 formula for : almond whitener. j NELLIE BLT, Salt Lake, t Following is ihe formula for almond i whitener. One-half ounce of quince I fccii soaked in a cup of warm water i for twenty-four hours, stirring fre- ; quc-ntly; add one-half cup alcohol. 1ft :? stand, and stir as before: strain, add on'-half ounce strained honey, one I half ounce of blanched eweet almonds ; rrushfd to a paste, or.o-half ounce of J glycerine and twenty drops of benzoin, j Keep the quince seed in a cool place I while sofiking and crush the almonds in I an earthen dish. To blanch them put s bniMnp water on the nuts. pt stand five minutes and the brown tkina will slit) i f eay. J i Only a Little While. j I Only a little while we travel life's v. '-ary way, I I On'y r, -:ttle while we look on the j I lis-h.t of day, I j Only a little wniie we live, and love, j and hate, 0n'J" a 'ittle while we want, and wish, II and wait, f I 0r'ly a little while we work at our 1 1 t dftlly tasks. I rn'l-" a little while wo wear our usua' j i n.asks. n:y a lirtlp while we trouble or please our friends. I 0n:y a little while we geek our selfish i rnv. j r'!y a Hit),- while we struggle, and .1 (-r- S'riv"' unA fal'. j ,Jn:" I'nl" while we buff ft against th, I '-r' V a i-tth; while we worry, and fuss, "nrl ftv-T, I Jr"y a little while we grumble at what : . w" yet.. I 'r; y a little while we .loin in the gr;at , v;''-i'1'p strife, r"y H,''y'J' 'hilc. we share in the jcys I r'-;l'' n white we. put up our daily I " ' p : ("bi!e hut isn't it long Somervllle Journal. i An Untaught Cow. I da""' f'" a SOT-nhrri: plantation the J ' f?.n,'s er accustomed to do : "'yini: squatting down in a prim- I Le.f:-:"'?1i"r. until the owner intro- II Ln n,:lk!'-f stools vith other- im- M mnTrr:irs F;ut lhl? initial experi- ! rtV A: h T'lf? '"novation was not ex- 1 l.;iV:V ,u ess. The darky who first I f 'r; 11 wi,h th stool returned I ' em'T r,,J havered and with an I "n.V1 n' my h"st' "ah." be explained. I df-r."''"'.' 'oi.kPd all right to me, but I Vv-, -n-n!1:''"" row Fne won't sit on it!" '"Pv- v Sortie Companion. I- What Doctors Say. cj,'',1 ' Pp 011 'our ft side, for It hr-aVt. 5 1 '"' srsat a pressure on the i lt;U.f 1. s':"rp on 1he right side, for it JUT:g "e: s lv'1h ,he respiration of that Don't .v. hite-f "p "n 5'0ur stomach, for it !uni?rrPS vlth tne resniration of both Ij ,.'r.nd, n;akes breathing difficult, ir,..) '''P 0,1 your back, for this iw, of getting rest is bad for the system. Sour,1 ,S'P sitting !n a chair, for sitj0n , Jy fal!s into an unrtatural po-lpvf,1" po-lpvf,1" l ou cannot get the necessary topr'v' s!of'P standing, for you may Lr.n'.0Vrr -'iTld crack your ekull W0!t fcic-ep at alll The Hills of Home. The hills of home have called to me Through days of stress and pain. "Come back, come back, come back to us, And learn our lore again; Come back to us that we may ease The burden of your soul, Come back to your forgotten dreams, And let us make you whole." Deep in the thundering city's heart I hear the hills' low cry. The sad entreaty of their call That pleads for my reply: And here where tides of traffic surge On life's tumultuous stream, I hunger for the hills of home And for the old, old dream. The voices of their sylvan vales Call to me day and night. And many an hour my heart has wept For the old, lost delight The dreams I knew, the faith I knew Long ere. I learned to roam, " Far from the quiet, steadfast peace, Far from the hills of home! What Was Between Them. Duns Scotus was noted for great quickness at repartee. He was a favorite fa-vorite of Charles the Bold, who often invited him to his table, where he tried to call forth some of the noted sallies of the philosopher's wit. On one occasion oc-casion the Duke of Burgundy, in a facetious fa-cetious mood, asked the sage sitting opposite him what was the difference between Scot and sot. wording his question like Bacon. "What is there between Scot and sot?" , "The table only," replied the philosopher philoso-pher promptly, to the great discomfiture discom-fiture of his princely interlocutor, who, however, did not dare to rpsent the answer which he had provoked. A Boy That Never Strikes Back. "I wish it would stop raining," said a little boy, loking wistfully at the window. "Then the grasses would not have their drink," said his mother. "But I want to see Johnny Hastings before I go to bed tonight, mother." "Can you not keep from Johnny one afternoon?" "Oh," said the little boy, sorrowfully. sorrowful-ly. "I struck Johnny this morning, and he's a boy that never strikes back. I want to tell him I am sorry I struck him, and never mean to do so again." A boy that never strikes back! There can be no quarreling, no fighting, no strife where that boy is. It is the striking strik-ing back which makes a quarrel. It is paying an angry person in his own coin that fills families and neighborhoods with strife. Thomas at School. He was a motherless boy and his father's only child, but some of the relatives had decided that he should be sent to a boy's school, fifty miles from home, and at last the father had agreed to the plan. ' Forty-eight hours after the boy's departure de-parture the father received a letter, which was, although not faultless as an example of spelling, so much to the point, and so in accord with his own feelings that the plans for the future were speedily readjusted. "Dar father," wrote the exile, "it's all right here and I'm most homsick, I believe, but life is very short, and don't you think you'd better let us spend some more of it together? "Your affectionate son, Thomas." Woman Who Would Stay Young. (By Winifred Black. A Baltimore boy threatens to bring suit against his mother to make her publicly admit that he is twenty-one, as he says he is, instead of thirteen, as she insists on declaring. The boy has documents to prove his side of the case, but the mother is obdurate, ob-durate, and the thing is to be taken into in-to the court next week. Here's looking at you, young man! I hope you win your suit, if it doesn't do a thing for you but help you get out from under the thumb of a goose of a woman who thinks more of her own silly little vanity than she does of teaching her son to tell the truth. What an insanity this age-concealing business is anyway. I know a woman who has her two children call her "aunty" because she doesn't want people to think she is old enough to be their mother. She's a little silly, painted, giggling thing, without a real friend in the world, and nobody cares the paring of a finger nail whether she is sixteen or sixty. All the people who might really-like really-like her if she were simple and honest make fun of her about her age and are so taken up with making fun that they don't see some of the really good traits the poor little thing really has. I wonder won-der what that woman's children think of her. I wonder what she'll do when she finds out, as she will find out some day, that they laugh at her and despise her as the rest of the world does. Oh, I'd rather be as old as Methusa-leh Methusa-leh and look older than the pyramids than to see a sneer in the eyes of my own flesh and blood w-hen my own flesh and blood began to see through my silly little pretenses and idle vanities. The Courteous Woman. She is not the woman who has one tone of voice for her friends and associates as-sociates and quite another for her servants, ser-vants, and the tired people behind counters coun-ters who wait upon her. Nor is she the woman who bids visitors vis-itors an affectionate farewell in one breath and in the next expresses her thankfulness at their departure. Certainly she is not the woman who discusses with one friend the follies or secrets of another.- A truly courteous woman indulges In none of the petty shams and deceptions decep-tions which make life insincere. She has one gentle manner and voice for all, high or low, and she never demeans de-means herself by personal comments ! behind people's backs which could not be openly said in their presence. So much a matter of gentle heart is genuine courtesy. The Test of Greatness. "' I believe the first test of a truly! great man is humility. I do not mean j by humility doubt of his own power, or j hesitation in speaking his opinions, but a right understanding of the rela- i tion between what he can do and say , and the rest of the world's doings and sayings. All great men not only know their own business, but usually know that they know it, and are not only right in their main opinions, but usually usual-ly know they are, only they do not think much of themselves on that account. ac-count. They do not expect their fellow fel-low men to fall down and worship them; they have a curious under sense of powerlessness, feeling that the greatness is not in them but through them that they could not do or be anything else than God made them. And they . see something divine and God-made In every other man they meet, and are endlessly, foolishly, incredibly in-credibly merciful. They do their work, feeling that they cannot well help it;1 the story must be told, the effect put down; if people like it well and good; and if not, the world will not be much the worse. Food and the Doctors. (Detroit News.) "Eat. drink and be merry, for tomorrow tomor-row you die." is, in effect, the advice of the noted English physician. Sir James Crichton-Browne, who has observed with alarm the ravages of hunger in a race partly given over to dieting, fasting fast-ing and vegetarianism. The medical fraternity was slow in coming to the rescue in this instance, as thousands had turned towards these false gods from the good old fleshpots, against the gluttony of which ascetics had raged and railed. Sir James calls vegetarianism, vegetarian-ism, fasting and light eating "dajr-ous "dajr-ous fads," and urges us to "awake fully to the ravages of semi-starvation in our midst, and to realize that one of the main causes of such physical and mental degeneracy as exists among us is bad and insufficient food." "Eat as much as you want," says the king's physician. But the public will be very timid about entering upon this prescribed gorge lest before the savory roast is half swallowed some meddlesome meddle-some doctor will slap us roundly on the back and, recovering us from our Plight, put us back on breakfast ensilage ensi-lage and rectified milk. The inference is almost Justified that by urging us incontinently in-continently from . extreme to extreme the doctors hope to eliminate the weak, leaving only the fittest to pay the bill. Jack Spratt could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean, and 'so it was betwixt them both they licked the platter plat-ter clean," the nursery rhyme has it. By some like shift we may be able to observe all the contrary injunctions of the physicians and still live. Far Better at Home. (Butte Inter-Mountain.) Unless the atmosphere of Europe peculiarly pe-culiarly induces insanity, is there reason rea-son to believe that the American girl who is foolish abroad is a wise maiden at home? The causes that lead young ladies to Europe are in a measure indicative in-dicative of incipient mental weakness. First, there is the class that goes solely sole-ly to spend money. Such young ladies are apt to fall easy victims. Second, there is the artistic class, whom somebody some-body had thought could play, paint, fiddle, etc. These are temperamentally unbalanced. Add to it that an American Ameri-can school of fiction prates upon aristocracy, aris-tocracy, at home and abroad, holds up a good catch as the chief aim of maidenhood mai-denhood and degrades all the old-fashioned American virtues by sneer and imputation, and you have a few of the reasons why the sister abroad worries the home brother exceedingly. But take heart. Few of the sisters ever see the pond. Most of them stay at home and marry the men, and, as the divorce di-vorce courts show, their prospects are more lively. The Cosy Corner. If every one were wise and sweet, And every one were jolly; If every heart with gladness beat, And none were melancholy; If none should grumble and complain, And nobody should labor Tn nrtl TT--itL- Vint AarVi wora fntr To love and help a neighbor Oh, what a happy world 't'would be For you and me for you and me! And if, perhaps, we both should try That glorious time to hurry; If you and I Just you and I Should laugh instead of worry; If we should grow just you and I, Kinder and sweeter hearted Perhaps in some near bye and bye That good time might get started Then what a happy world 't'would be OTor you and me for you and me! |