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p?^^^* i -I . I. ,l...i>,JL- 11^20 % "s?>" ^•a*. i v^ ^1 :wl„es3a y &**•* THEriMINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL. June 27,^906. m*\ jr.* Wif/i the Long Bow -"Eye nature's walks, shoot tolly as It flhs.' 'PASSING STRANGE, FOB SURE' J*-**?.* Chance for a Good Stout Ghost to Make a Name for Himself — Dr. Lombroso Investigates Haunted Houses and Confesses Himself, at a Loss for an Explanation. D R. LOMBROSO, the Italian scientist, who is probably as gnarly, dry, unromantic a party as ever watched a chemical reaction, has been investigating haunted houses. During the course of a year, in nearly every country on earth, there aro about so many stories of strange noises and ghostly occurrences. "When the doctor hears of any particu- larly well-authenticated cases in Italy, he packs his grip and travels down to see for himself. "Datjo ghosts" seem to be about like all other ghosts in the matter of moving furniture, knocking on walls and raising invisible and sometimes visible trouble. Dr. Lombroso reports on three exceptionably good eases of haunting, and confesses himself entirely at a loss for an explanation. The ordinary man says "rats'* and lets it go at that, but rats, unless they are invisible rats and different from meat rats, do not lift up a bottle from the floor in the clear light and smash it down again, a sight Dr. Lombroso wit- nessed for himself in one house. Of all the baffling, puzzling and seemingly inex- plicable problems that have ever challenged an ex- planation of the human mind, these enigmas of psy- chical research are surely in the forefront. Thousands of people have gone at them with enthusiasm and have finally drawn back thoughtful and in doubt. O, for one good, healthy, unsubstantial ghost with E erseverance enough to keep everlastingly at it anl aunt something so hard and persistently that we could finally get together with him and discover from him of what was really going on under * 4 the surface of things. Any ghost who will do this will make a name for himself and confer a boon on that section of human- ity that is forever asking itself Job's question and getting nothing but a few mouldy echoes in reply. /What we want is to get at those St. Paul ball players once more and nail nine large, conspicuous ciphers to their barndoor. The p—a-b— waist is a series of little thread ciphers entirely filled with girl. A visit to the fireworks factory yesterday showed hundreds of men busily engaged in crowding com- pressed noise into the crackers and putting the fire- balls into the roaming candles. It is figured that there is already canned noise enough in stock in this one factory to drown out a battery of two or three hundred midnight babies. A new invention this year is -a compound Japanese cracker. The canned racket is figured as about equal to that made by a little boy coming down stairs when father is trying to catch his Sunday afternoon nap. A favorite explosive this year promises to be of about two-finger power, but if the boy is not quite quick enough it is thought that he may succeed in losing a portion of his thumb also. We would be sorry to see rain on the Fourth. For over twenty years John Stink, a full-blood Osage Indian, has been in a sorry plight. About twenty-five years ago Stink was one of the leading men among the Osage people. He owned more than his share or cattle and sat in the councils of his tribe. In the midst of this honor and prosperity he was found dead one morning. The Indians mourned for him as became his rank and gave him open-air burial with elaborate funeral ceremonies on a high hill east of Pawhuska, The mourners, duly considerate of his comfort in the other world, deposited upon the top of his cairn-made grave provisions for a three weeks' journey, and tethered his pony near by so that he might ride when he became tired of walking. The horror of the Indians can easily be imagined when John Stink appeared upon the streets of the village the morning after his burial. The populace fled in terror at his approach, declaring that he had Ifeturned from the dead to cast an evil ©ye upon them From that day to thia no Osage Indian has ever spoken, to John Stink. Twice he has built himself a house, but the Indians burned both of them, de- claring that as he was a familiar demon he ought to live in the air. No amount of argument will con- vince the Indians that their unfortunate brother was not dead, but was simply the victim of a cataleptic tranoe. They BOW him with their own eyes. The present session of congress has shown that there are a number of white men who have passed away, but the crowd around them, less wise than the Indians, aTe not aware of the- fact of their demise. An election or two will bring the facts into more" glaring publicity. -_^.. K# j HE'D WOBKI TETE DE VEAU—Did you ever wonder what you * would do if you had Pierpont Morgan's income? L'Oignou—No. But I've often wondered what Fierpont Morgan would do if he had mine. The Lawn Sprinkler. At one time in the history of Minneapolis the 1 householder bought long pieces of rubber tubing, thru which he conveyed water. At that time this was nec- essary to sprinkle his lawn. HE LOVED THE OLD CUSTOMS. C VEN before the days when Mr. Armour was able to *** step to the telephone every morning andfixthe meat prices of the world, »it was almost a universal habit of the individual hog-buyers to see to it that they stood no chance of loss in purchasing the hog- raisers' products. The method was to juggle with the scales. An honest hog-buyer started up in business and guaranteed the farmers a fair deal. He always weighed the porkers twice to guard against mistakes. Once in weighing a bunch of pigs the second time, he found their weight had increased to the amount of 200 pounds. He was at a loss to account for the condition until an employee confessed that at the first weighing he had inserted the toe of his boot under the scales and pried it up, thus cheating the farmer out of one hog. The buyer was indignant. "What did you do a trick like that for?" he asked. "You couldn't have profited by it, anyhow." "I know it, John," said the guilty man, "but I just couldn't help it." It had always been the custom to cheat the farmer and the man couldn't bear to see the old customs pass- ing away.—Kansas City Times. ROMANCE OF MONT PELEE. T HE French papers relate a curious romance. Jean Marie Le Floidec was mourned as a victim of Mont Pelee, for he was visiting Martinique at the time of the eruption. His brother and sister live at Mai- sons-Lafitte, and the other evening the latter was seat- ed at the piano in her sitting room, when she suddenly' found herself clasped in the arms of an unknown in- irfcer, who burst into the room covered with dust and having all the appearance of long travel. Her shrieks brought her brother rushing into the room, and he completed her amazement by falling into the embrace of the stranger. Then the explanations came. The in- truder was no other than the brother who for years had been mourned as dead. He had succeeded in getting on board a ship bound for Australia. Thence he made his way to Japan, and during the war with Russia prac- ticed blockade running with such success that he made a million. This crown of his labors had left him time for thoughts of home and kindred. THE BUSINESS STILL LIVES. T HIS delicious blending of t>>e spiritual and tempo- ral is found on a tombstone in Suffolk, England: Beneath this stone, in hope of Zion, Doth lie the landlord of the "Lion." His son keeps on the business still, Resigned unto the heavenly will. F OR twenty-five years Sandburn had toiled along 4 4n the same office over his books, and the re- ward he reaped for his labors was far from being what might be called popularity. The-'other clerks didn't like him; they said he had been there too long for his own good and theirs. There was some truth in both statements. -* He had become a machine; you could hear the wheels click when he added up his column of figures. If he wanted to become a machine that was his busi- ness and nobody else had a right to complain, but when he transformed himself into a pace-setting, time- saving machine that the others in the office were obliged to keep up with or else drop behind and lose their jobs, you can't blame them if they growled. He was an old bachelor, which, I suppose, was the chief source of the trouble, and he had no family life , of any kind outside of the office. So he was perfectly content to come long before anybody else did and to leave long after. "Why in the deuce don't you bring your bed down to the office and sleep here?" asked Wadsworth, one of the entry clerks, who was out of sorts because the head of the firm had found fault with him for com- ing down after his superior. "Yes," retorted old Sandburn, ironically, "you've always had the idea that the office was a good place to sleep in, I don't winder you recommend it to others.'' , And there you had him. Either his dry, bent little figure and MB bald head, with its gray side patches, were bent over his books, or when he looked up, which was rare, he said something snappy and ironical. It was pretty hard to find out what he did believe in—outside of work. I know he didn't believe in amusements, for he went to the theater once with one of the boys, and when we asked him how ho liked it the next morning, he replied: "I don't know that you can choose a much pleasanter place to get bored in." I suppose he was disappointed because the hero of the play wasn't a ledger! I know, for another thing, that he didn't believe in vacations. I suppose during all his twenty-five years of service he had never left his desk during the working hours of a working day for longer than an hour at a time. He said openly on more than one occasion that he didn't believe in the vacation idea. *yfes /yo U'VE . A LWAyj- HAD THt /IDEA THAT THTL OFFICE, WAJ A GOOD PLACE- To 3L.EEPIN. •.-, FIVE RARE GIBSON PICTURES YOU CAN TABS YOUR CHOICE THIS WEEK. THE FIVE SUBJECTS ABE: "By Way of a Change," "A Merger Hogg's Vacation, 55 "Fifteen Years' Later," "Why She Didn't Get the Place," "Plenty of Good Fish in the Sea" HOW TO GET THEM—Out the coupon in the Gibson Picture Advertisement on page 6 of the Editorial Section of last Sunday's Journal and present it at the Journal Counter with 7 cents. The Journal's Gibson pictures are clear and distinct in every detail, and are not to be compared with the inferior Gibson prints given away by many Sunday newspapers in various sections of the country. The Journal was the first paper in the northwest to furnish Gibson pictures to subscribers. "I don't see what you fellows want a vacation for, unless it is to catch up 6n the work you let lag behind here," he used to sajf to us, and we retorted in kind by asking him why he didn't go somewhere for a couple of weeks where, they grew ledgers on trees, to which he replied tartly that he couldn't af- ford it unless the office clerks should happen to be more competent than they were at home. But the surprise of our lives was when he wheeled around on his high chair one blazing August morning and exclaimed quite unexpectedly: "I'm going to take a vacation. I'm entitled to it." No one contradicted him;" we were too astonished; we had lost our nerve for thi minute. I believe, tho, that the clock must have stopped*—it believed in little vacations—and the office boy did everything but turn a handspring—he believed in perpetual vacations; and the stenographer grinned behind her handkerohief— she believed in vacations so much that she lengthened the woTd by spelling it with two "c's." "How long are you going to be gone?" somebody asked when we recovered from our surprise. "A month," he replied. "I am going to make up for the two weeks I didn't take last year." "You ought to be gone at least a year, according to that style of reckoning," said another. "When are you going to start?" I asked. "Next Saturday," he answered, turning to his work again, deaf to our fire of attempted witticisms. He was as good as his word. On Saturday he appeared with two big satchels, a fishing rod that looked as if it had never been used for anything and an umbrella that looked as if it had been used for a fishing ^od. He left before we had a chance to wager him that he would catch more fish with the umbrella than with the rod. On the following Monday the office looked as if one of the permanent fixtures, like the clock or his * desk, had gone. No one was particularly surprised to find him back in his place on the following Wednes- day. "We knew you would be back; we knew you were only joking," we said. "No, I wasn't joking," he answered with a solemn face. "I wanted to take my vacation and I couldn't. I waited too long. I was unhappy from the moment I left until—oh, I am all right now!" he sung out, burying his head in his work. Nobody laughed at him, and for once we forgot our retorts and our jokes.—I. K. Friedman in Chi- cago News. A DROP IN DRY GOODS. T T WAS Saturday night and the stores were kept open * until a late hour. Fred Emerson Brooks, the poet- reader, had just finished his entertainment, and was walking over to the hotel, accompanied by a resident of the town, whose store they presently passed on their way. "Wait until we can close up the store and I'll walk over to the hotel with you," said the man. "All right," replied Brooks, "I'll help you." With that, he grabbed up what, in the semi-dark- ness, seemed to be a couple of dummy dress forms, and started into the store with them, one under each arm. His triumphal progress was short, however, as two piercing screams arose, and his burdens struggled so vigorously that he dropped them as quickly as he had picked them up. They were the two young women clerks who, in the absence of customers, had come out to watch the passers-by, and found themselves thus un- ceremoniously escorted back to their duty.—Lippin- cott's Magazine. A POOR EXCUSE. T HE boy got back from church unusually late, his clothes awn*, his hair suspiciously wet. "Well," said his father, in a stern voice, "where have you been! " "Why," said the boy, "the minister told us in his sermon that cleanliness was next to godliness, so after church some of us fellers thought we'd better go in swimmin'." "I maintain that the race has improved in phy- sique since those days. Now, we couldn't get into that armor."—Punch. A LEOPARD COLLAR. it A LEOPARD collar," he said, taking up a dog col- **• lar studded with sharp spikes three inches long. Fitting the collar on his dog he resumed: "This piece of ariror—for tnat is what it is—illus- trates an oddity of the Himalayas; namely, the fond- ness of the Himalayan leopard for Jog flesh. "In the Himalayas, last year, I found that all doga wore these murderous-looking spiked collars. The ex- planation was that the Himalayan leopards conducted an unceasing dog hunt, and that, in attacking a dog, they always fell upon his neck. "This collar, with its sharp spikes, is a great pro- tection. It has saved many a dog -from a hungry leop- ard. Often, in the Himalayas, a dog comes trotting home safe and sound, tho with smears of blood am? yellow hairs upon his collar spikes." MARY'S LAMS AGAIN. Jill AEY had a little lamb IV1 That gamboled on the street; An automobile came along!—<- Now Mary's lamb is meat. -—Brooklvn Life. ~ •?. What the Market Affords Jr*ot roast, ^7, 8 and* 9 cents a pound. Peas, 80 cents a peck. Cucumbers, 6 cents each. , Egg plant, 15 cents each. Coooa, 30 cents a can. v Pineapples, $1.30 and $1.15 a dozen. ' BlueberrieB, 20 cents a quart. Small fruits are coming on the mar- l"kdi thick and fast. Among the last * arrivals are blueberries from Wisconsin. On small fruits other than strawberries, . the housewife will have to depend, for that crop is almost a failure as far as Minnesota is concerned. Many women are paying 10 and 15 cents a box for strawberries to preserve. Blueberry pie ~ fca* always been a favorite dessert from ' ine time ,d< our grandmothers. For j «ach pie allow two heaping tablespoons > «ugar and a teaspoon ox cornstarch and imix thoroly. After lining the pan with ijgood paste sprinkle one tablespoon of .jthe mixture over the bottom, put the jjberries in smoothly and sprinkle over "ie remainder of the sugar mixture, and if a rich pie is desired, bits of butter may be dropped on. The pie should be baked in a moderate oven. Blueberry pie is also very good with the diamond top. From a piece of pastry, rolled very thin, cut strips about a sixth of an inch wide and place on cross-bars three-quarters of an inch apart, making diamond-shaped spaces. This pie is best served cold. Stuffed cucumbers are good when prepared carefully. P^el the large cucumbers and split in naif and scoop dut the seeds. Chop very fine a cup of cold roast veal or chicken, mix with a cup of fine soft white breadcrumbs and a half cup of white sauce; season 1 highly with salt and cayenne and stuff the cucumbers, filling each half evenly. Lay the two pieces together and wrap in a long strip of cheesecloth and simmer gently in enough water to cover them, for twenty minutes. Unwrap them and arrange on a flat dish and put a spoon- ful of rich white Bauce, made with cream, over each one. v Where Feminine Fancy Lights AOKI'S DAUGHTER to -$> $* FROM EOUtZABETH LEE I A Girl of Fourteen. fits* * .i, Dear.Miss Lee: I am 14 years old, & feet 1 in**h in height; my waist meas- ure is 25, my bust 84, hips, about six inches below my waist, 36 inches; my weight 1B 115 pounds. I have dark hair, light blue eyes, quite dark eye- flbrows, and-rather round face, much in- 'dined to be freckled. What will be a becoming color and how can I make [too. inexpensive suit? Also please tell •me what length my skirt should be? j What are my most successful colors? Oan I wear a sailor suit or a skirt with n yoke? Please tell me how to arrange my hair, which is straight. Thanking jpou for any suggestion you may make. North Dakota. —Esther. Ton can wear all shades-of blue, also gray, golden brown, tan, blue gray, pale pink, most shades of red and pansy, cream, black and pure white. Pale green will be your most trying color. You can wear sailor suits, but yokes on the skirt will not become you, onless you carry the yoke up beyond |he waistline in corsage effect, thus dis- pensing with a belt. A high pompa- dour is becoming to a round face, sug- Sesting length, and if it is large as •ell as round, a bow of ribbon or the feair arranged in the nape of the neck, so that it shows at the sides of the face, forming a background, as it were, will be an improvement. A cotton voile in a small check, made up in princesse Btyle, suggests itself as a good material and model for a girl 01 your age. The blue and whites and the browns and creams are exceed- ingly attractive. It should be laid in side pleats from a plain front panel and hemmed and tucked on the bottom. The top will be gathered into a plain bias band of the goods, edged top and bottom with a fancy braid, the color in the check. This will meet a dainty lingerie chemisette. The sleeves will be puffs gathered into cuffs arranged to match the band topping the waist. Your skirts should end about four inches above the shoetops. —Elizabeth Lee, Hanna, Countess von Hatzfeldt, daughter of the Viscount Siuzo Aoki, Japan's first ambassador to America, contemplates visiting her father while he occupies his present important diplo- matic post. The countess, whose husband is an officer in the Imperial Prussian guard, is a great favorite in the politico-mili- tary circles 6i the capital. The mother of the countess was the Baroness von Rahden, the widow of a German cavalry officer, when she married Viscount Aoki, and in her appearance she offers a charming blending of the two races. From her mother Countess von Hatz- feldt gets a certain German cast of 'features, while her hair, eyes and some- what diminutive stature show the Jap- anese descent. Baroness von Hatzfeldt has been edu- cated in the best Berlin schools, is a charming hostess, a musician of talent and a varied linguist. The wife of Japan's first ambassador to the United States, the Viscountess Aoki, is by birth the Prussian Baroness von Bahden, who married Viscount Aoki ^When he was the mikado's minis- ter at Berlin, where he spent many years. The family to which she belongs is an ancient one, allied to many of the great houses of the German aristoc- racy, and the announcement of her en- gagement nearly a quarter of a century ago created a great sensation, it being the first instance of a European woman of rank and title becoming the wife of a Japanese, or, for that matter, of any oriental. FEMININE FANCIES Since it has become known that the queen of Spain has a Mechlin lace robe in her trousseau, fashionable brides have been seized with a fondness for this lace. The bride of a naval officer had a gown, hat and parasol of this lace on a yellow satin foundation ^with yellow roses for decoration. It is said that Mrs. Potter Palmer revels in buttermilk, bacons, greens and apple pie. This has given those who insisted she was constantly in the care of a "beauty" doctor a decided shock. >>'„, •* *•"*? A PHILANTHROPIC COUNTESS The Italian settlements of New York last week had a visiters' day. The Countess di Brazza Savorgnan, president of the National Co-operative Society of Italian Industries, in company with Miss Leary and several other women who are interested in the Italian work- ing class in this country, visited all the Italian missions and places of (interest in those sections of the town. The Countess di Brazza is an American woman. She was Miss Cora Slocomb of New Orleans, and is credited with hav- ing done more for the working class in Italy than any one native. Pos- sessed of great wealth and marvelous teen years for the elevation of the poor in the country of her adoption, to edu- cate them in lines where they might be- come self-supporting, and at the same time have several hours of rest each day in which to cultivate their minds to higher standards. In 1903 sh,e found- ed the society of which she , is now president, of which the king and queen of Italy are stockholders, as well as many prominent members of < the nobil- ity m Italy. Most of the persons who are bene- fited thru the countess' efforts are women, altho she has helped many men to earn a good living as craftsmen in different lines. The women make lace and weave linen, and the men make fur- niture and useful articles for the house- hold. In its first year the society sold products worth $10,000 and the second year $35,000 was cleared, and this year orders have been received for the han- diwork of the members of this society, worth $150,000. The countess is also having the Italian children taught to speak and write German, English and French, as well as their native lan- guage. The countess went to Washington last week to see President Roosevelt in re- lation to the work in which she is so greatly interested, r CAPS FOB BRIDESMAIDS ' Even the men who say womankind is void of humor probably will admit the likelihood of women laughing at the newest idea of an English clergy- man. He purposes to furnish what may be called official caps for bridesmaids. He says in his parish magazine: "I have noticed recently that some of the bridesmaids at the weddings in St. Margaret's, come with nothing on their heads. This is not as it Bhould be, and we therefore shall keep some brides- maids' caps which they will be able to use if their heads are not covered. I hope that all bridesmaids/ will remem- ber this, t' No doubt they will, and it is doubtful if any bridal procession on its way to the altar will be ruined by the women wearing caps of the rector's providing. BEWARE OP TIN RECEPTACLES. Some friend of humanity should have a large sign painted with the wording above and see to it that every kitchen energy, the cbuntess worked for four- J is so posted. It is $nly recently that a number of New York women were rendered quite ill from eating salad at a reception, and investigation proved that the salad dressing, in which was quite a good deal of lemon juice, had been allowed to stand in a tin pail. A physician stated that enough poison had been generated to kill forty men, and the only saving feature was that the bottom of the liquid had not been dis- turbed. Ptomaine poisoning develops thru the action of acid on tin. This is Why every can of meat Or vegetables or fish should be turned out immedi- ately after opening on to a dish or earthenware vessel. Refrozen ice cream is a fruitful source of ptomaine poison- ing, so also are loose oysters, and is be- hooves every housewife to beware. HINTS TO NEBVOUS WOMEN ' Dr. Graeme Hammond in Harper's Bazar. There are many things a neurasthenic woman can do which will mitigate the severity of her symptoms, and perhaps, if the disease is slight, she may recover without the intervention of her physi- cian. In the first place, the original trouble, worry or anxiety which was responsible for her nervous breakdown must be done away with, or,\if this is impossible, she must school herself not to carei or else remove herself to new scenes and surroundings where her mind will not be harassed. Peace of mind will do more to restore shattered nerves than almost anything else. The next thing is to make the bodily health as good as it can be made under the exist- ing circumstances and surroundings. Sleep and rest are absolutely essential to recovery, and the Bufferer should do all she can to secure both. Narcotics, to produce sleep, are not to be thought of. They do not cure anything, and their continual use can only be pro- ductive of harm. Tranquilize the mind, banish by force of will unpleasant thoughts, and sleep alone rather than with someone else whose restlessness or deep breathing, to say nothing of snor- ing, might well banish sleep from the eVes of even Morpheus himself. Some- times a warm footbath before bed, or eating a slice of bread and butter, or drinking a glass of milk will bring sleep to the tired eyes. If, however, these means are inadequate it is better to consult a physician. Normal sleep, and plenty of it, must be secured before re- covery becomes possible. ^ Weekly Cooking Lesson^^Salad Dressings By CORNELIA C. BEDFORD. Salads are, to many people, a desir- ability the year round. To those of us who have not access to city markets they are a possibility only thru the summer. All sorts of green plants may be used in their composition, where a simple salad is desired as a dinner course. For lighter meals vegetables cooked or raw, meats, fish and other foods are added at will. Dressings for salads are both cooked and raw. They should contain fat of some sort, such as olive oil or melted butter, some acid, as vinegar or lemon juice and seasonings—salt, pepper and sometimes a few drops of onion juice or some special condiment. The simplest uncooked dressing is called French dressing. Place in a bowl a half teaspoonful of salt, a quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper and add four tablespoonfuls of good olive oil. Stir for a moment. Then having measured out a tablespoonful of vinegar (either plain or seasoned with tarragon), add a few drops of it at a time, stirring vigorously. When all the vinegar has been added continue to stir until the mixture looks slightly grayish and the vinegar is well blended with the oil. This must be used at once or the ingre- dients will soon separate. The other well-known nncooked dressing is called a mayonnaise. For it drop the yolk of a raw egg in a bowl, add a half teaspoonful of vinegar and stir well. Having measured out a half pint of olive oil add a few drops at a time until the mixture is very thick and clings to the spoon or fork. Keep both utensils and ingredients as cold as possible. Stir in a few drops of vinegar, then add more oil. Proceed in this order until all the oil and about one tablespoonful of vinegar has been used and the mixturo is very thick, glossy and -jelly-like. Add a half tea- spoonful of salt and a dash of cayenne, put in a tumbler, cover closely and keep on ice until used. When properly made and kept cold it will stand unchanged for about a week. There are many persons who dislike the taste of oil, and for them there are cooked dressings. One which will keep a long time is made as follows: Beat together three eggs. Add a half cupful each of warm water and vinegar and stir over the fire in a double boiler until as thick as custard. Do not cook too fast or the mixture will curdle. Take off, add three tablespoonfuls of butter, stir until blended; add a half teaspoon* ful of salt, a dash of cayenne and set aside. Keep cold and when wanted add an equal quantity of stiffly whipped cream. A quick dressing is made by beating one cupful of rich sour cream until stiff, adding, while beating, a half teaspoon- ful of salt, a dash of pepper and two tablespoonfuls of vinegar or lemon juice. Next week we will combine these dressings with salads. A SOOTHING REMEDY There is something infinitely soothing in massage for tired eyes when rightly applied. All that is needed is the power of using the fingers with infinite gentleness. The lids are closed and the "masseur" using two or three fin- gers passes them above and below the lashes from the inner corner of the eye outward. The movement may be followed by strokes over each eyebrow. A quick bath is the best remedy in the world for lassitude, a fit of the blues, headaches and a lot of minor ills. There is nothing* Q o conducive to a clear skin, for by stimulating all ths pores all over the body less 01 the im- purities of the skin are sent out thru the more sensitive glands of the face. Beauty baths of milk and rose petal* and all that sort of thing is the great- est kind of flubdub talk. STERILIZED MILK Sterilized milk is nothing more than boiled milk and a graveyard for dead bacteria and germs, writes Joseph H. Adams in Good Housekeeping. There are practically no mi% companies today which sterilize. Ten years ago (Sterilized _ milk was recommended by the majority of physicians; today it is a rare thing to find one who advocates it. Sterilized milk is sometimes used in the house- hold and it is getting to be quite a com- mon practice for mothers to boil milk before giving it to their babies. This is especially common among the poorer class, who purchase cheap milk and boil - it as a precaution. Any milk, good or bad, when boiled for thirty minutes, will be free from germs, but boiling coagulates the albu- men and the milk becomes difficult of * digestion, and will be refused by many ( children because of its disagreeable burned taste. *

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^•a*. i v ^ ^ 1 :wl„es3ay &**•* THEriMINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL. June 27,^906.

m*\ jr.* Wif/i the Long Bow

-"Eye nature's walks, shoot tolly as It flhs.'

'PASSING STRANGE, FOB SURE'

J*-**?.*

Chance for a Good Stout Ghost to Make a Name for Himself — Dr. Lombroso Investigates Haunted Houses and Confesses Himself, at a Loss for an Explanation.

D R. LOMBROSO, the Italian scientist, who is probably as gnarly, dry, unromantic a party as ever watched a chemical reaction, has been

investigating haunted houses. During the course of a year, in nearly every country on earth, there aro about so many stories of strange noises and ghostly occurrences. "When the doctor hears of any particu­larly well-authenticated cases in Italy, he packs his grip and travels down to see for himself. "Datjo ghos t s" seem to be about like all other ghosts in the matter of moving furniture, knocking on walls and raising invisible and sometimes visible trouble.

Dr. Lombroso reports on three exceptionably good eases of haunting, and confesses himself entirely at a loss for an explanation. The ordinary man says "ra t s '* and lets it go at that, but rats, unless they are invisible rats and different from meat rats, do not lift up a bottle from the floor in the clear light and smash i t down again, a sight Dr. Lombroso wit­nessed for himself in one house.

Of all the baffling, puzzling and seemingly inex­plicable problems that have ever challenged an ex­planation of the human mind, these enigmas of psy­chical research are surely in the forefront. Thousands of people have gone at them with enthusiasm and have finally drawn back thoughtful and in doubt.

O, for one good, healthy, unsubstantial ghost with

Eerseverance enough to keep everlastingly at it a n l aunt something so hard and persistently that we

could finally get together with him and discover from him of what was really going on under *4the surface of things.

Any ghost who will do this will make a name for himself and confer a boon on that section of human­i ty that i s forever asking itself Job's question and getting nothing but a few mouldy echoes in reply.

/ W h a t we want is to get at those St. Paul ball players once more and nail nine large, conspicuous ciphers to their barndoor.

The p — a - b — waist is a series of little thread ciphers entirely filled with girl.

A visit to the fireworks factory yesterday showed hundreds of men busily engaged in crowding com­pressed noise into the crackers and putting the fire­balls into the roaming candles. It is figured that there is already canned noise enough in stock in this one factory to drown out a battery of two or three hundred midnight babies. A new invention this year is -a compound Japanese cracker. The canned racket is figured as about equal to that made by a little boy coming down stairs when father is trying to catch his Sunday afternoon nap.

A favorite explosive this year promises to be of about two-finger power, but if the boy is not quite quick enough it is thought that he may succeed in losing a portion of his thumb also. We would be sorry to see rain on the Fourth.

For over twenty years John Stink, a full-blood Osage Indian, has been in a sorry plight. About twenty-five years ago Stink was one of the leading men among the Osage people. He owned more than his share or cattle and sat in the councils of his tribe. In the midst of this honor and prosperity he was found dead one morning. The Indians mourned for him as became his rank and gave him open-air burial with elaborate funeral ceremonies on a high hill east of Pawhuska, The mourners, duly considerate of his comfort in the other world, deposited upon the top of his cairn-made grave provisions for a three weeks' journey, and tethered his pony near by so that he might ride when he became tired of walking.

The horror of the Indians can easily be imagined when John Stink appeared upon the streets of the village the morning after his burial. The populace fled in terror at his approach, declaring that he had Ifeturned from the dead to cast an evil ©ye upon them

From that day to thia no Osage Indian has ever spoken, to John Stink. Twice he has built himself a house, but the Indians burned both of them, de­claring that as he was a familiar demon he ought to live in the air. No amount of argument will con­vince the Indians that their unfortunate brother was not dead, but was simply the victim of a cataleptic tranoe. They BOW him with their own eyes.

The present session of congress has shown that there are a number of white men who have passed away, but the crowd around them, less wise than the Indians, aTe not aware of the- fact of their demise. An election or two will bring the facts into more" glaring publicity. -_^.. K # j

HE'D WOBKI T E T E DE VEAU—Did you ever wonder what you * would do if you had Pierpont Morgan's income?

L'Oignou—No. But I 've often wondered what Fierpont Morgan would do if he had mine.

The Lawn Sprinkler. At one time in the history of Minneapolis the1

householder bought long pieces of rubber tubing, thru which he conveyed water. At that time this was nec­essary to sprinkle his lawn.

HE LOVED THE OLD CUSTOMS. C V E N before the days when Mr. Armour was able to *** step to the telephone every morning and fix the meat prices of the world, »it was almost a universal habit of the individual hog-buyers to see to it that they stood no chance of loss in purchasing the hog-raisers' products. The method was to juggle with the scales.

An honest hog-buyer started up in business and guaranteed the farmers a fair deal. He always weighed the porkers twice to guard against mistakes. Once in weighing a bunch of pigs the second time, he found their weight had increased to the amount of 200 pounds.

He was at a loss to account for the condition until an employee confessed that at the first weighing he had inserted the toe of his boot under the scales and pried it up, thus cheating the farmer out of one hog. The buyer was indignant.

"What did you do a trick like that f o r ? " he asked. " Y o u couldn't have profited by it, anyhow."

" I know it, John," said the guilty man, "but I just couldn't help i t . "

It had always been the custom to cheat the farmer and the man couldn't bear to see the old customs pass­ing away.—Kansas City Times.

ROMANCE OF MONT PELEE.

T HE French papers relate a curious romance. Jean Marie Le Floidec was mourned as a victim of

Mont Pelee, for he was visiting Martinique at the time of the eruption. His brother and sister live at Mai-sons-Lafitte, and the other evening the latter was seat­ed at the piano in her sitting room, when she suddenly' found herself clasped in the arms of an unknown in-i r f c e r , w h o burs t i n t o t h e room c o v e r e d w i t h dus t a n d having all the appearance of long travel. Her shrieks brought her brother rushing into the room, and he completed her amazement by falling into the embrace of the stranger. Then the explanations came. The in­truder was no other than the brother who for years had been mourned as dead. He had succeeded in getting on board a ship bound for Australia. Thence he made his way to Japan, and during the war with Russia prac­ticed blockade running with such success that he made a million. This crown of his labors had left him time for thoughts of home and kindred.

THE BUSINESS STILL LIVES.

T HIS delicious blending of t>>e spiritual and tempo­ral is found on a tombstone in Suffolk, England:

Beneath this stone, in hope of Zion, Doth lie the landlord of the " L i o n . " His son keeps on the business still, Resigned unto the heavenly will.

FOR twenty-five years Sandburn had toiled along 4 4 n the same office over his books, and the re­

ward he reaped for his labors was far from being what might be called popularity. The-'other clerks didn't like him; they said he had been there too long for his own good and theirs. There was some truth in both statements. -*

He had become a machine; you could hear the wheels click when he added up his column of figures. If he wanted to become a machine that was his busi­ness and nobody else had a right to complain, but when he transformed himself into a pace-setting, time-saving machine that the others in the office were obliged to keep up with or else drop behind and lose

their jobs, you can't blame them if they growled. He was an old bachelor, which, I suppose, was the

chief source of the trouble, and he had no family life , of any kind outside of the office. So he was perfectly content to come long before anybody else did and to leave long after.

" W h y in the deuce don't you bring your bed down to the office and sleep here?" asked Wadsworth, one of the entry clerks, who was out of sorts because the head of the firm had found fault with him for com­ing down after his superior.

" Y e s , " retorted old Sandburn, ironically, "you've always had the idea that the office was a good place to sleep in, I don't winder you recommend it to others.''

, And there you had him. Either his dry, bent little figure and MB bald head, with its gray side patches, were bent over his books, or when he looked up, which was rare, he said something snappy and ironical.

It was pretty hard to find out what he did believe in—outside of work. I know he didn't believe in amusements, for he went to the theater once with one of the boys, and when we asked him how ho liked it the next morning, he replied: " I don't know that you can choose a much pleasanter place to get bored i n . "

I suppose he was disappointed because the hero of the play wasn't a ledger!

I know, for another thing, that he didn't believe in vacations. I suppose during all his twenty-five years of service he had never left his desk during the working hours of a working day for longer than an hour at a time. He said openly on more than one occasion that he didn't believe in the vacation idea.

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YOU CAN T A B S YOUR CHOICE THIS WEEK. THE FIVE SUBJECTS A B E :

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HOW TO GET THEM—Out the coupon in the Gibson Picture Advertisement on page 6 of the Editorial Section of last Sunday's J o u r n a l and present i t at the Journal Counter with 7 cents.

T h e J o u r n a l ' s Gibson pictures are clear and distinct in every detail, and are not to be compared with the inferior Gibson prints given away by many Sunday newspapers in various sections of the country.

The Journal was the first paper in the northwest to furnish Gibson pictures to subscribers.

" I don't see what you fellows want a vacation for, unless it is to catch up 6n the work you let lag behind here ," he used to sajf to us, and we retorted in kind by asking him why he didn't go somewhere for a couple of weeks where, they grew ledgers on trees, to which he replied tartly that he couldn't af­ford it unless the office clerks should happen to be more competent than they were at home.

But the surprise of our lives was when he wheeled around on his high chair one blazing August morning and exclaimed quite unexpectedly: " I ' m going to take a vacation. I 'm entitled to i t . "

No one contradicted him;" we were too astonished; we had lost our nerve for t h i minute. I believe, tho, that the clock must have stopped*—it believed in little vacations—and the office boy did everything but turn a handspring—he believed in perpetual vacations; and the stenographer grinned behind her handkerohief—

she believed in vacations so much that she lengthened the woTd by spelling it with two " c ' s . "

" H o w long are you going to be gone?" somebody asked when we recovered from our surprise.

" A month," he replied. " I am going to make up for the two weeks I didn't take last year ."

" Y o u ought to be gone at least a year, according to that style of reckoning," said another.

"When are you going to s tart?" I asked. " N e x t Saturday," he answered, turning to his

work again, deaf to our fire of attempted witticisms. He was as good as his word. On Saturday he

appeared with two big satchels, a fishing rod that looked as if it had never been used for anything and an umbrella that looked as if it had been used for a fishing ^od. He left before we had a chance to wager him that he would catch more fish with the umbrella than with the rod.

On the following Monday the office looked as if one of the permanent fixtures, like the clock or his * desk, had gone. No one was particularly surprised to find him back in his place on the following Wednes­day.

" W e knew you would be back; we knew you were only joking," we said.

" N o , I wasn't joking," he answered with a solemn face. " I wanted to take my vacation and I couldn't. I waited too long. I was unhappy from the moment I left until—oh, I am all right n o w ! " he sung out, burying his head in his work.

Nobody laughed at him, and for once we forgot our retorts and our jokes.—I. K. Friedman in Chi­cago News.

A DROP I N DRY GOODS. T T WAS Saturday night and the stores were kept open * until a late hour. Fred Emerson Brooks, the poet-reader, had just finished his entertainment, and was walking over to the hotel, accompanied by a resident of the town, whose store they presently passed on their way.

" W a i t until we can close up the store and I'll walk over to the hotel with you ," said the man.

" A l l r ight ," replied Brooks, " I ' l l help y o u . " With that, he grabbed up what, in the semi-dark­

ness, seemed to be a couple of dummy dress forms, and started into the store with them, one under each arm. His triumphal progress was short, however, as two piercing screams arose, and his burdens struggled so vigorously that he dropped them as quickly as he had picked them up. They were the two young women clerks who, in the absence of customers, had come out to watch the passers-by, and found themselves thus un­ceremoniously escorted back to their duty.—Lippin-cott's Magazine.

A POOR EXCUSE.

T HE boy got back from church unusually late, his clothes awn*, his hair suspiciously wet.

" W e l l , " said his father, in a stern voice, "where have you been! " —

" W h y , " said the boy, " t h e minister told us in his sermon that cleanliness was next to godliness, so after church some of us fellers thought we'd better go in swimmin' ."

" I maintain that the race has improved in phy­sique since those days. Now, we couldn't get into that armor."—Punch.

A LEOPARD COLLAR. i t A LEOPARD collar," he said, taking up a dog col-

**• lar studded with sharp spikes three inches long. Fitting the collar on his dog he resumed: "This piece of ariror—for tnat is what it is—illus­

trates an oddity of the Himalayas; namely, the fond­ness of the Himalayan leopard for Jog flesh.

" I n the Himalayas, last year, I found that all doga wore these murderous-looking spiked collars. The ex­planation was that the Himalayan leopards conducted an unceasing dog hunt, and that, in attacking a dog, they always fell upon his neck.

"This collar, with its sharp spikes, is a great pro­tection. It has saved many a dog -from a hungry leop­ard. Often, in the Himalayas, a dog comes trotting home safe and sound, tho with smears of blood am? yellow hairs upon his collar spikes."

MARY'S LAMS AGAIN. Jill AEY had a little lamb IV1 That gamboled on the street; An automobile came along!—<-

Now Mary's lamb is meat. -—Brooklvn Life.

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What the Market Affords Jr*ot roast, ̂ 7, 8 and* 9 cents a pound. Peas, 80 cents a peck. Cucumbers, 6 cents each.

, E gg plant, 15 cents each. Coooa, 30 cents a can.

v Pineapples, $1.30 and $1.15 a dozen. ' BlueberrieB, 20 cents a quart.

Small fruits are coming on the mar-l"kdi thick and fast. Among the last * arrivals are blueberries from Wisconsin.

On small fruits other than strawberries, . the housewife will have to depend, for

that crop is almost a failure as far as Minnesota is concerned. Many women are paying 10 and 15 cents a box for strawberries to preserve. Blueberry pie

~ fca* always been a favorite dessert from ' ine time ,d< our grandmothers. For j «ach pie allow two heaping tablespoons > «ugar and a teaspoon ox cornstarch and

imix thoroly. After lining the pan with ijgood paste sprinkle one tablespoon of

.jthe mixture over the bottom, put the jjberries in smoothly and sprinkle over "ie remainder of the sugar mixture,

and i f a rich pie i s desired, bits of butter may be dropped on. The pie should be baked in a moderate oven. Blueberry pie is also very good with the diamond top. From a piece of pastry, rolled very thin, cut strips about a sixth of an inch wide and place on cross-bars three-quarters of an inch apart, making diamond-shaped spaces. This pie is best served cold.

Stuffed cucumbers are good when prepared carefully. P^el the large cucumbers and split in naif and scoop dut the seeds. Chop very fine a cup of cold roast veal or chicken, mix with a cup of fine soft white breadcrumbs and a half cup of white sauce; season1 highly with salt and cayenne and stuff the cucumbers, filling each half evenly. Lay the two pieces together and wrap in a long strip of cheesecloth and simmer gently in enough water to cover them, for twenty minutes. Unwrap them and arrange on a flat dish and put a spoon­ful of rich white Bauce, made with cream, over each one. v

Where Feminine Fancy Lights AOKI'S DAUGHTER

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FROM EOUtZABETH LEE

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. i , Dear.Miss Lee: I am 14 years old, & feet 1 in**h in height; my waist meas­u r e is 25, my bust 84, hips, about six inches below my waist, 36 inches; my weight 1B 115 pounds. I have dark hair, light blue eyes, quite dark eye-flbrows, and-rather round face, much in-'dined to be freckled. What will be a becoming color and how can I make [too. inexpensive suit? Also please tell •me what length my skirt should be? j What are my most successful colors? Oan I wear a sailor suit or a skirt with n yoke? Please tell me how to arrange my hair, which is straight. Thanking jpou for any suggestion you may make.

North Dakota. —Esther.

Ton can wear all shades-of blue, also gray, golden brown, tan, blue gray, pale pink, most shades of red and pansy, cream, black and pure white. Pale green will be your most trying color. You can wear sailor suits, but yokes on the skirt will not become you, onless you carry the yoke up beyond |he waistline in corsage effect, thus dis­pensing with a belt. A high pompa­dour i s becoming to a round face, sug-Sesting length, and if it i s large as

•ell as round, a bow of ribbon or the feair arranged in the nape of the neck,

so that it shows at t h e sides of the face, forming a background, as it were, will be an improvement.

A cotton voile in a small check, made up in princesse Btyle, suggests itself as a good material and model for a girl 01 your age. The blue and whites and the browns and creams are exceed­ingly attractive. I t should be laid in side pleats from a plain front panel and hemmed and tucked on the bottom. The top will be gathered into a plain bias band of the goods, edged top and bottom with a fancy braid, the color in the check. This will meet a dainty lingerie chemisette. The sleeves will be puffs gathered into cuffs arranged to match the band topping the waist. Your skirts should end about four inches above the shoetops.

—Elizabeth Lee,

Hanna, Countess von Hatzfeldt, daughter of the Viscount Siuzo Aoki, Japan's first ambassador to America, contemplates visiting her father while he occupies his present important diplo­matic post.

The countess, whose husband is an officer in the Imperial Prussian guard, is a great favorite in the politico-mili­tary circles 6i the capital. The mother of the countess was the Baroness von Rahden, the widow of a German cavalry officer, when she married Viscount Aoki, and in her appearance she offers a charming blending of the two races. From her mother Countess von Hatz­feldt gets a certain German cast of

'features, while her hair, eyes and some­what diminutive stature show the Jap­anese descent.

Baroness von Hatzfeldt has been edu­cated in the best Berlin schools, is a charming hostess, a musician of talent and a varied linguist.

The wife of Japan's first ambassador to the United States, the Viscountess Aoki, is by birth the Prussian Baroness von Bahden, who married Viscount Aoki ^When he was the mikado's minis­ter at Berlin, where he spent many years. The family to which she belongs is an ancient one, allied to many of the great houses of the German aristoc­racy, and the announcement of her en­gagement nearly a quarter of a century ago created a great sensation, i t being the first instance of a European woman of rank and title becoming the wife of a Japanese, or, for that matter, of any oriental.

FEMININE FANCIES Since i t has become known that the

queen of Spain has a Mechlin lace robe in her trousseau, fashionable brides have been seized with a fondness for this lace. The bride of a naval officer had a gown, hat and parasol of this lace on a yellow satin foundation ^with yellow roses for decoration.

It is said that Mrs. Potter Palmer revels in buttermilk, bacons, greens and apple pie. This has given those who insisted she was constantly in the care of a " b e a u t y " doctor a decided shock. >>'„, •* *•"*?

A PHILANTHROPIC COUNTESS

The Italian settlements of New York last week had a visiters' day. The Countess di Brazza Savorgnan, president of the National Co-operative Society of Italian Industries, in company with Miss Leary and several other women who are interested in the Italian work­ing class in this country, visited all the Italian missions and places of (interest in those sections of the town. The Countess di Brazza is an American woman. She was Miss Cora Slocomb of New Orleans, and is credited with hav­ing done more for the working class in Italy than any one native. Pos­sessed of great wealth and marvelous

teen years for the elevation of the poor in the country of her adoption, to edu­cate them in lines where they might be­come self-supporting, and at the same time have several hours of rest each day in which to cultivate their minds to higher standards. In 1903 sh,e found­ed the society of which she , is now president, of which the king and queen of Italy are stockholders, as well as many prominent members of < the nobil­i ty m Italy.

Most of the persons who are bene­fited thru the countess' efforts are women, altho she has helped many men to earn a good living as craftsmen in different lines. The women make lace and weave linen, and the men make fur­niture and useful articles for the house­hold. In its first year the society sold products worth $10,000 and the second year $35,000 was cleared, and this year orders have been received for the han­diwork of the members of this society, worth $150,000. The countess is also having the Italian children taught to speak and write German, English and French, as well as their native lan­guage.

The countess went to Washington last week to see President Roosevelt in re­lation to the work in which she i s so greatly interested, r

CAPS FOB BRIDESMAIDS '

Even the men who say womankind is void of humor probably will admit the likelihood of women laughing at the newest idea of an English clergy­man. He purposes to furnish what may be called official caps for bridesmaids. He says in his parish magazine: " I have noticed recently that some of the bridesmaids at the weddings in St. Margaret's, come with nothing on their heads. This is not as i t Bhould be, and we therefore shall keep some brides­maids' caps which they will be able to use if their heads are not covered. I hope that all bridesmaids/ will remem­ber this, t' No doubt they will, and it is doubtful if any bridal procession on its way to the altar will be ruined by the women wearing caps of the rector's providing.

BEWARE OP TIN RECEPTACLES.

Some friend of humanity should have a large sign painted with the wording above and see to it that every kitchen

energy, the cbuntess worked for four- J is so posted. I t is $nly recently that

a number of New York women were rendered quite ill from eating salad at a reception, and investigation proved that the salad dressing, in which was quite a good deal of lemon juice, had been allowed to stand in a tin pail. A physician stated that enough poison had been generated to kill forty men, and the only saving feature was that the bottom of the liquid had not been dis­turbed. Ptomaine poisoning develops thru the action of acid on tin. This is Why every can of meat Or vegetables or fish should be turned out immedi­ately after opening on to a dish or earthenware vessel. Refrozen ice cream is a fruitful source of ptomaine poison­ing, so also are loose oysters, and is be­hooves every housewife to beware.

HINTS TO NEBVOUS WOMEN '

Dr. Graeme Hammond in Harper's Bazar.

There are many things a neurasthenic woman can do which will mitigate the severity of her symptoms, and perhaps, if the disease is slight, she may recover without the intervention of her physi­cian. In the first place, the original trouble, worry or anxiety which was responsible for her nervous breakdown must be done away with, or,\if this is impossible, she must school herself not to carei or else remove herself to new scenes and surroundings where her mind will not be harassed. Peace of mind will do more to restore shattered nerves than almost anything else. The next thing i s to make the bodily health as good as i t can be made under the exist­ing circumstances and surroundings. Sleep and rest are absolutely essential to recovery, and the Bufferer should do all she can to secure both. Narcotics, to produce sleep, are not to be thought of. They do not cure anything, and their continual use can only be pro­ductive of harm. Tranquilize the mind, banish by force of will unpleasant thoughts, and sleep alone rather than with someone else whose restlessness or deep breathing, to say nothing of snor­ing, might well banish sleep from the eVes of even Morpheus himself. Some­times a warm footbath before bed, or eating a slice of bread and butter, or drinking a glass of milk will bring sleep to the tired eyes. If, however, these means are inadequate it is better to consult a physician. Normal sleep, and plenty of it, must be secured before re­covery becomes possible. ^

Weekly Cooking Lesson^^Salad Dressings By CORNELIA C. BEDFORD.

Salads are, to many people, a desir­ability the year round. To those of us who have not access to city markets they are a possibility only thru the summer. All sorts of green plants may be used in their composition, where a simple salad is desired as a dinner course. For lighter meals vegetables cooked or raw, meats, fish and other foods are added at will.

Dressings for salads are both cooked and raw. They should contain fat of some sort, such as olive oil or melted butter, some acid, as vinegar or lemon juice and seasonings—salt, pepper and sometimes a few drops of onion juice or some special condiment.

The simplest uncooked dressing is called French dressing. Place in a bowl a half teaspoonful of salt, a quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper and add four tablespoonfuls of good olive oil. Stir for a moment. Then having measured out a tablespoonful of vinegar (either plain or seasoned with tarragon), add a few drops of it at a time, stirring vigorously. When all the vinegar has been added continue to stir until the mixture looks slightly grayish and the vinegar is well blended with the oil. This must be used at once or the ingre­dients will soon separate.

The other well-known nncooked dressing is called a mayonnaise. For it drop the yolk of a raw egg in a bowl, add a half teaspoonful of vinegar and stir well. Having measured out a half pint of olive oil add a few drops at a time until the mixture i s very thick and clings to the spoon or fork. Keep both utensils and ingredients as cold as possible. Stir in a few drops of vinegar, then add more oil. Proceed in this order until all the oil and about one tablespoonful of vinegar has been used and the mixturo is very thick, glossy and -jelly-like. Add a half tea­spoonful of salt and a dash of cayenne, put in a tumbler, cover closely and keep on ice until used. When properly made and kept cold i t will stand unchanged for about a week.

There are many persons who dislike the taste of oil, and for them there are cooked dressings. One which will keep a long time is made as follows: Beat together three eggs. Add a half cupful each of warm water and vinegar and stir over the fire in a double boiler until as thick as custard. Do not cook too fast or the mixture will curdle. Take off, add three tablespoonfuls of butter, stir until blended; add a half teaspoon*

ful of salt, a dash of cayenne and set aside. Keep cold and when wanted add an equal quantity of stiffly whipped cream.

A quick dressing is made by beating one cupful of rich sour cream until stiff, adding, while beating, a half teaspoon­ful of salt, a dash of pepper and two tablespoonfuls of vinegar or lemon juice.

Next week we will combine these dressings with salads.

A SOOTHING REMEDY

There is something infinitely soothing in massage for tired eyes when rightly applied. All that is needed is the power of using the fingers with infinite gentleness. The lids are closed and the "masseur" using two or three fin­gers passes them above and below the lashes from the inner corner of the eye outward. The movement may be followed by strokes over each eyebrow.

A quick bath is the best remedy in the world for lassitude, a fit of the blues, headaches and a lot of minor ills. There is nothing* Qo conducive to a clear skin, for by stimulating all ths pores all over the body less 01 the im­purities of the skin are sent out thru the more sensitive glands of the face. Beauty baths of milk and rose petal* and all that sort of thing is the great­est kind of flubdub talk.

STERILIZED MILK

Sterilized milk is nothing more than boiled milk and a graveyard for dead bacteria and germs, writes Joseph H. Adams in Good Housekeeping. There are practically no mi% companies today which sterilize. Ten years ago (Sterilized _ milk was recommended by the majority of physicians; today it is a rare thing to find one who advocates it. Sterilized milk is sometimes used in the house­hold and it is getting to be quite a com­mon practice for mothers to boil milk before giving i t to their babies. This is especially common among the poorer class, who purchase cheap milk and boil -it as a precaution.

Any milk, good or bad, when boiled for thirty minutes, will be free from germs, but boiling coagulates the albu­men and the milk becomes difficult of * digestion, and will be refused by many ( children because of i ts disagreeable burned taste. *