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Show m ; . zz 1 T"BTLAS tho worst is about to hap- H mJk pen! Authorities declare that jH w H unless tho war ceases shortly H j we will all be driven to wear- H g white stockings since tho dyes for m uck and colored ones will bo no B Vgor forthcoming. H in some of the shops signs aro al- B 4y posted above cases containing H T gowns in light shades, warning clomors that no colors aro guar- B ' aVd- Hb , tr sport wear In the South whlthor IK aoVy is now flocking, ono shop H Bhjs an attractive suit of bluo and K wl striped jersey, with a -white coat H hay the collar, cuffs and belt of tho 3trlped matorlal. Another suit has a bluo and whlto strlpod faille skirt with a whlto blouse of glorified middy sort, buttoned at front and back through bluo buttonholes. button-holes. A yellow jersey novelty sweater has a deep sailor collar and cuffs of black velvet. A black and white strlpod silk coat has a deep band of black sorgo at the bottom. Tho narrow bolt, cuffs and unusually wide sailor collar are also of tho black serge. One whlto sergo coat seen In a smart shop had a doop band of leathor at the bottom and patch pockots of Mr. and Mrs. Townbred had devoted a portion of each cvcnln g to packing eggs In tho cartons. That evening an extra carton was filled but it did not contain all of tho extra dozen eggs, for thoy had beon placod among tho day's output of the yard and since ono egg looks llko an-othor, an-othor, nnturally no effort had been made to keep thom soparate from their kith and kin. The other evening, whon Mr. Town- tho same material. The leathor was of a light brown color. Low-hooled shoes aro In great demand de-mand onco more. And this reaction to tho sensible is accredited to the skating craze. Domestic voiles and there aro many varlotles of thoso, somo showing stripes of cotton velvet will undoubtedly un-doubtedly bo very popular next sum-mor sum-mor and so tho homo dressmaker who wishes to begin her summor sowing now, neod have no hesitancy in indulging in-dulging her tasto for this material. Corduroy, it is said, will again bo popular for skirts, as will cotton vol-vcts. vol-vcts. Linens, It Is predicted, will be scarce, as also will bo plquo- But thero arc many ribbed cotton materials mate-rials to bo had which aro attractive and which will be smart for soparato skirts. dozen you delivered to mc the other day. Outside Out-side of that, you're all right. Assuring you of my undying esteem, etc., etc.. Yours truly, TOM JONES. "Why why I can't understand how that could havo happened!" exclaimed ex-claimed Mrs. Townbred. "Don't try to!" croaked Mr. Town-bred, Town-bred, dismally. "Read the next" one aia: Soy, Old Scouts ., , ... Come on across now admit you did It wjtn your little hatchet. G. Washington's birthday is but a few days off, you know, and I nope you'll think of mc then also of the two bad eggs you wished on me the day before yesterday. yester-day. Fortunately they gave themselves away before they'd reached that part of my anatomy anat-omy where bad eggs are at their best. Otherwisewell, Other-wisewell, it couldn't be that some of your lady-hens have been disappointed in love and allowed it to affect their disposition could it? I suppose, after all, it's just a plain cose of "too bad" do you Bet it? TrrV Yours, etc, BILLY- "Well!" breathed Mrs. Townbred. Tho noxt ono road: My Dear Robber, Burglar and Green-Goods Man: This is a mild' squeal anent the six bad ck that I found in my box the other day. Did you ever read the life of George Washington? Well, remember the story of the cherry tree? All right. Now then, be as frank as George. Admit you did it. And send me the rebate, Also, I believe, with this in mind, I can trust you to fix me up a fresh dozen on the 22nd of February. Judging from their EC I am right under tho floor of tho brooder house. Why do you " "Ruthvln Townbred! No wonder! For heavens sakes! Listen, Ruthvln. thoso eggs you found In the nests wore nest-eggs; I've been leaving thero to well to encourage tho hons to lay. It's an old-fashioned Idea, I know, but I can't got away from it. And and thoso others, why thoy must bo eggs which tho hens havo stolen off and laid they do that sometimes, you know. Thcy'ro probably prob-ably weeks old! I thought John had boarded up the flooring so they couldn't get undor it! No wondor! No wonder!" (Copyright, 1916, by Edward Riddle Padgott.) |