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Show j j tRomc 0ircle. jj Irish Eyes of Blue. It does not appear in the least remarkable re-markable to me that Irish eyes should 1 I possess, as they certainly do, a charm I that is theirs exclusively, when one I stops to consider the history, temper- I a ture and general characteristics of tht I sturdy sons and daughters of the Era- ' : ' ral3 isle. says a writer in the Boston Kepuhlic. Thf is what the soul makes it nd, like a true indicator, it records : Ue character of its possessor. The Irish eye most eloquently bespeaks the character of Ireland's people. Deep and blue as the great waves of the ocean, tender and sparkling as the lovelight of the stars, brave and fearless fear-less as the heart of the steel-clad warrior, war-rior, peerless eyes of blue! The undying undy-ing patriotism of e-enerations. thp con tinuous struggle for freedom, the faith in their holy religion, and the matchless wit and humor, the bright optimism, which, however dark the clouds may be. can always see the silver lining, all these are beautifully blended in the azure "orhs of Erin's children ideal eyes of blue! The most dauntless eye that ever met the foes on the battlefield, the terrible eyes of hate, the sweetest eyes of -love, the softest eyes that ever gladdened the heart of lover brave, the gentlest that ever bent over the cradle of a little lit-tle child bright, speaking eyes of Erin, the fairest in all the world. The laughing eyes of France's daughters daugh-ters are charming, indeed. Luminous are the midnight orbs of the sunny Italian maidens. Mild and blue' are those of the light-browed children of the Rhine; soft and sweet the eye of the golden-haired English lassie, and the hazel brown of fair Columbia's child; but for beauty and depth of meaning give to me the true, honest blue eye of the Shamrock land. "Sweet eyes of heaven's own hue." Kor in their limpid depths I see Sweet eyes of Irish blue. -Are your eyes of Irish blue? If they are, you are rich in the possession of a priceless gift the gift of Erin. Why We Are Nervous. "It is not at all strange that women have 'nerves.' " said a physician, the other day. "You will notice that they belong particularly to those women who are leading what we might call a strenuous life, and not so much among those for whom existence is a more humdrum affair. "Especially do--we find ---'nerves' among women who are employed in a business capacity. To begin' with, the majority are criminally careless. I have known women to not only attempt at-tempt but to accomplish a hard day's work in an office on a cup of coffee and a roll for breakfast, and tea and toast, or a chocolate eclaire and a bowl of milk for luncheon. "If a man tried living on that plan he would soon collapse, but, as men are constituted, there is no need of ap- prenension aiong mat line, for a man thinks more of his meals than a woman wo-man does. "Another reason for a woman's prominent nervous characteristics is that she never shields her nerves. They are allowed to become too sensitive. sensi-tive. If she misses a train she does not sit calmly and wait for the next one. She sits on the edge of the seat, taps her foot upon the floor and is continually continu-ally on the alert for the first sounds of its approach. "Then she will worry for fear she will not be able to secure a seat. She will contract her eyebrows, bite her lips and clinch her fingers, all the time using up nervous energy Instead of storing it away for a time when it may be needed. j "How few women we see who have that sweet placidity of countenance that we see pictured in their grandmothers' grand-mothers' portraits! This manner of living has stamped itself upon women's wo-men's faces just as irrevocably as upon their constitutions." For the Complexion. Large ripe cucumbers, cut in slices, applied to the face and hands, allowing allow-ing the juice to dry on, will make . the skin soft and white. A simple cucumber cucum-ber cream is made after the following formula: Almond oil, eight ounces; spermaceti, two ounces: white wax. two ounces; cucumber juice, four ounces. For Shy Young Men. . Colonel Higginson, in his "Cheerful Yesterdays," says: As an overgrown boy for I was six feet tall when I was 14, I had experienced all the agonies of bashfulness in the society of the other sex, though greatly attracted- to it. A word or two of remonstrance remon-strance from my mother, had in a single sin-gle day corrected this during my senior sen-ior year, so far as the family table was concerned, and this emboldened me to try the experiment on a wider field. I said to myself, thinking of other young men who had made themselves quite agreeable: "These youths are not your superiors perhaps in the recitation rec-itation room or the playground hardly your equals. Why not cope with them elsewhere?" Thus influenced, I conquered con-quered myself in a single evening, and lost my shyness forever. The process was unique, so far as I know, and I have often recommended it to shy young men. Being invited to a small party, I considered beforehand what young ladies la-dies would probably be there. With each one I had, of course, something in common kinship or neighborhood, or favorite pursuit. This would do, I reasoned, for a starting point. So I put down on a small piece of paper what I would say to each, if I hap-' hap-' pened to be near her. It worked like a charm. I found myself chatting away the whole evening, and hearing next day that everybody was surprised at the transformation. I have to this day the little bit of magic paper on which I afterwards underscored, before be-fore sleeping, the points actually used. How to Enjoy Your Holiday. Whether your journey this summer be across the ocean or only to some farm or town twenty miles from your own hearthstone, first of all have your mind in a holiday mood. Resolve to he happy, and to make all around you happy, if they have enough and have in them the capacity for it. Then study how you can get as complete a change as possible from all that usually usual-ly surrounds you. Change even the kind of books yu read, taking up some fresh page of the story of life as it is committed to litomtura Throw yourself heartily into outdoor games. . If you live in the city and spend your vacation in the country, take with you a book or two on birds, trees or wild flowers; not as a study, but to help direct your attention and help you to see what is around you. So you will find recreation, rebuilding or restoration restora-tion of mind and body as you walk in fields and woods and peer into the thickets, or wade in green -embowered brooks, searching out the wild things of nature. Ada C. Sweet in Woman's Home Companion. Have Women a Sense of HumorP Now, unhappily, in humor there is still just a shade of the brutality of its origin, for it was born of cruelty, heartlessness and pain a sort of taint of "original sin," that civilization, kindliness of heart and Christian culture cul-ture are year by year refining out of it. The woman's appreciation of humor hu-mor is far more refined, than is the same sense in her more . boisterous yoke-fellow. Even' Mr. Howell's womankind, who certainly do delight all men by their ludicrous obtuseness in humorous situations, only fail to see the "joke" when their womanly sympathy is far greater than their perception of the ridiculous. While the man laughs at the comical predicament predic-ament in which his friend is placed as the victim of a practical joke, until the tears stream from his eyes. : the tears from the woman's sympathetic heart Oil her eyes before the laughter welling up from the twin spring can-ripple can-ripple from her lips. It isn't because her appreciation of humor is either atrophied from disease or has not yet been developed that she cannot enjoy the humor of ludicrously painful situations. situ-ations. It is rather because this sense in her is sensitive, delicate, sympathetic, sympa-thetic, refined to the highest culture, j True humor delights her, while buffoonery, buf-foonery, if it be brutal, shocks her, and if it be mere innocent fooling, does not interest her. Robert J. Burdette in Harper's Bazar. |