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(Section Four) The Arizona Republican, Phoenix, Sunday Morning, December 22, 1929 Telephone Ppge Fourteen 9 Anthot ci America: swer.To Says An Flapper Is in existence. Pure faith or bunk, whichever you choose to call It. Not that the flapper won't Instill less faith Into the coming race, but that she will give It a calm reasoning power and candid modesty which it needs. Haven't you noticed that the buzzing of a fly In a room will irive a flapper the heebie leeblts 11 is anyming mat melta American mouth, in niMM. taste and that can be swalioJlV anybody." oy The flapper, too.

with her is going to usher Joy Uckta.i5? world. It has been absent J1 time. For many years now bosrhn, scathingly about a beautiful 4--She doesn't do a thing but that a flock of zeppelins passing over the city leaves her stoically nonchalant? The reason is: flies are unnecessary as unnecessary as boloney: zeppelins aren't. "Boloney is derived from the simple bologna of our childhood hence ail around it it the physical make, up of humans were not so limited. It's enough to make a Hereculea nervous to know that maybe th.

latest hit played by Paul Whitman's orchestra is pouring into your ear right now but you aren't sensitive enough to hear it! It isn't conducive to peace of mind either, or to placidity or tranquillity, to know, for instance, that the text books in chemistry which we studied in college have been thrown up Into the air and shot full of holes by discoveries that are constantly being made. Just a couple of months ag (September 10) the atom of hydrogen, which we were taught to consider as a single element, was split into two gases by Professor K. E. Bonhoefer of the Kaiser Wilhelm university, of Berlin. "The two gases were named paro-hydrogen and ortho-hydrogen," says the news item a front page news item, by the way.

"The discovery today will necessitate the rewriting of all chemistry textbooks in, the By VELVA G. DARLING Q.IN clever aa that answer may be is not what makes the flapper go round, except occasionally and synthetically. Three main springs wound up as tightly aa an alarm clock the night before are fresponslble. There are other little mailer wheels which make her tick the way she does, but if you take her apart from that dizzy brain to those flashing heels you will find tnat these three big ones plus a few smaller and less important ones make her the way she is. Here, briefly, are the mainsprings X.

Physical freedom her sudden and rather breathless winning of freedom of the knoes, freedom of affection, freedom that only earn Ing your own living can g.ve. 1. Nervousness an unusual and excessive nervousness which has never before descended upon a whole nation of girls nervous-cess forced upon tiny little girl babies three years old, five years old. ten years old by the last war. Everywhere they turned they beard talk of "atrocities," Hooverizing, death lists, boys "over there" being to deutb dally.

S. Motherhood the sub-conscious realization that comes instinctively to the most brainless flapper that she is the embodiment of the new race now developing In America. The flapper, when you give hei Just a passing glance or believe what you see in the movies, is a giddy young female devoted to frail un-healthiness, immaculate emaciation, and genteel starvation. Apparently, gentleness Is to her "being Kindness ts "sentimental bunk." Snobbishness is proof of your eclat, ehle and refinement Give your charity donations to organized charity! Don't be so foolish or careless as to sloop by the wayside and give a hand to the sister who ha stumbled. With her flawless and expensive-looking clothes and groomings.

the American girl appears to be as brilliant and fashing a bit of brittle humanity an the flawless diamonds she gets the boy friend to buy for her. She is as colorful and synthetic as her costume Jewels! Sans Peur, Sans Reproche In every American city are a thousand or more of these resplendent little "twenty dollar aweek" tyrants the epitome of ne plus ultra sans peur et sans reproche! With complexions of distilled loveliness, ankles like dreams, and figures of enchantment, they Hit lightly through love affair after love affair with the Jaunty philosophy of female Anatole France and not half the worry of Don Quixote. "Give, a man plenty of rope and he will eventually hang himself," is ostensibly their motto. Few men, even today, can 6tand op under the "run for their money" which the sleek little American flapper gives her suitors. Love, to her dazzling young eyes, is measured between the covers of a check book.

She believes, as far as the world can see, that to have faith in an Ideal, or even in a man who 6wears he loves you, is proving that you are Juat another one of those things which is born every minute. And to be labeled "another sucker" "Not on your life!" This free-and-easy, thistle-down bit of perfection, for all her lightheadedness and playfulness has got to be SHOWN. You can't pull any of this bunko love stuff on her. Either you ARE or you AREN T. If you are, the freedom with which you house!" And that remark Jr posed to be slander.

What if a beautiful womaa do anything? A rose Isn't expected to wash dishes, hammer at a typa. writer or write books. In the next few years America a going to slow up Inwardly, Mor rest and recreation. And has thi flapper been doing anything else bH preparing for Just this InHApd niit' KnnrtM Kim. tan aloofness from what heretofore hai Kepi lemmine nanas ousy ana ie-male minds empty embrolderlin; knitting, cooking.

She prefers doin nothing to hemming towels. Idleness Is frequently Just as rtU uable as hours spent in labor. Amer. ica has been intensely practical, constantly teeming with labor, foi the last 150 years. What she needi now is to day-dream.

She needs tim to get acquainted with herself, tlmi to build air castles and make work-lng plans for the future. If she had been made to order bj physicians of the universe, the Dap. per could not be more perfect fa the role she has to play as tin mother of America's next ganara. tion. She knows her onions.

Andvl fl i there ever was a time when a oatii' needed a backbone of mothers wi 14 flapper psychology, this year of ro Lord, Prohibition, Easy Divorca, tut j-most of the Gold in the world. Is it her weekly pay envelope and ab sorbs the latest song hits and tango variations along with it. A word sincere gratitude to one of thes hungry-souled little fashion plates will do one of two things; either bring quick, nervous, glistening tears to the young eyes so well trained to turn a baby stare to the face wf her gullible world or a scathing murmur probably usurped from a flapper comic strip as she turns on tottering heels and saunters ofl like a Russian grand duchess, "Aw, roll over and butter yourself!" Probably It will be the latter. One tear, you know, calls for another. And a weepy world seen through tear-filled eyes might as well be London for all the sunshine you get! The flapper hard? Not4 if you know how the inside wheels go round.

A piece of somebody's poem Just popped into my head no title to it, no author, no head and no tall but this is it: Give me the love that knows the bitter wisdom of Love's defeat. Give me the love that grows through Time's own wisdom more hard, more sweet. Keep this in mind for a mlnut and consider the flapper with her snappy, brilliant, not up-to-the-minute but ahead-by-a-couple-hours altitude. Granted, she doesn't spend her time leaning over a balcony gazing at the moon and palpitating with a rose, on her bosom. But'isn't it quite possible that because of her love of pretty clothes, of Jangling bracelets, sparkling beads, shiny polished limousines, her devotion to speed and dash and chic she Is more than all other women in the world Both "more hard and more sweet!" She Is to her boy friend.

And he knows. The second main-spring which makes the flapper go round Is her own excess nervousness. The pres ence or so many neurotic young women in America this fall isn't Just an accident. Nor did the recent nation-wide Interest in psychology and psychical research "just happen." Ever since the let-up that came after the unnatural strain of war, the removing of the intense stimulus for working which war provided, the minds of girls and young women have been in a continually excited, restless state. In attempting to bring their brains back to anything like normal tranquillity, they found themselves unable to become adjusted to the re versed conditions heralded by the blowing of the sirens on the night the armistice was signed.

Like victims of a mania, they can't keep quiet! They have lost the ability to rest. You have seen a nervous person walk up and down, and drum with their feet, and clench their hands. Readjustment Difficult This Is the reaction that came to the girl who was in kindergarten or grammar school when war was declared, and who literally grew up in the frenzy of battle. Having been reared on excitement of the most intense kind, she simply never learned the meaning of relaxation, of peace of mind. Anything would do, so long as it was excitement, thrill, a whirlwind of emotionalism to substitute for the stimulus to which, she hid been accustomed and which had been so suddenly removed.

Another more subtle reason for the flapper's nervousness Is the sudden development of the psychic sense going on in this country. The startling development of radio of getting speeches, words, music, right out of the air simultaneously as they happen on the other side of the earth, merely by turning a dial, has brought the realization that there are a lot of things a human ear could be picking up out of the air My Neighbor Says: To make raspberry filling, which will keep all winter, select firm ripe raspberries and crush every berry. Use a cup of sugar to a cup of crushed raspberries. Put them into hot sterilized jars and seal. This makes a delicious filling for cakes and pies.

Rub a little oil of citronella on the hands and face when sitting out of doors and you will not be troubled by mosquitoes. Excellent milk for cooking may be made in this way: Boil tv9o quarts of milk, remove it from the fire, let cool, and add one can of evaporated milk, one teaspoon of salt and two teaspoons of sugar. Keep it in the refrigerator until ready to use. To remove grease spots from a rug, rub on a paste made of fuller's earth and water, let it stand until dry and then brush off. This free-and-easy, thistledown bit of perfection, for all her light heartedness and playfulness, has got to be shown.

T7 lcmrls if she suddenly discovers that it bml Jiubi1) eue manes me ui tJTier by cettlne: an astonishing fflaocerar i 1929 BY NEA SERVICE INC At iTHtlCOF rich ETC watch. "I am taking Miss Vor. ris to the station in a few minutes," she told him. "Please say what yd 'TVt nriirisa vnn in nalra othet arrangements for getting lift there." Brent remarked. "Yoo it not take me seriously.

I sea bo: you will shortly, and I predict that you will not be in a mood to drivi out when this interview Is or." Helen refused to be frightened. "Very well," Brent began as ibl stood waiting. His practice of liteness compelled to ris and stand also. "You may as well nan it straight from the shoulder. It is: You will never marry Ennii!" Helen smiled disdainfully.

"You won't have the nerve to tea him that you're a criminal." Brest went on; "and if you marry without telling him IH expo you." Helen's eves were wide wit mixed emotions, chiefly astoni! ment and disbelief, but there fear lurking in them as well. Fear that Brent was evil enough to found some wav to wreck her tap piness. however, innocent of wrong she herself might be. a' She made a wordless sound a protest and shrank back from closer, threatening approach. "What have you to say to tfctr he demanded.

Helen rallied her courage. "Only that you are a contemptible ard." she cried, "and utterly insane." "Am Brent mocked her. "Possibly, but not too Insane to fea" put you in the Neilin girl a piacr-to have won an immense forma fair for you and to have you amount or pleasure tut of the dinner or dance or movie to which you hav taken her. In fact, she seems to get a degree of gleeful delight out of such a situation that is diabolical In its jubilance. This characteristic is what earned for her several years ago the title of "gold digger." The sudden freedom girls achieved by their entrance into the business world gave men and the middle ag-d some more snap-Judgment opinions of the flapper.

As far as they could see, the flapper's Idea of a snappy conversation was a series of pointed Insults'. Her Ideal feminine personality and what she, herself, tried her best to look. like was a cross between a new born infant and an angel from heaven but 6he was also simultaneously determined TO BE as hard as a nail machine. You know, the kind that chews iron and spits tacks! Greatest Paradox Sophistication, as it Is portrayed In the movies, was to be desired above all else. Yea, even before a good time! The flapper is the world's greatest paradox.

Her motto Is "never say die!" But her fear of being thought a Polly anna restrains her very effectively from expressing the theory that cheerfulness Is the hub of happy living. Any verbal expression of eheeriness gets from her only an ex presslon of profound and curling cynicism. Her soul sings a constant Te Deum to the god of a good time with "I Love My Baby. My Baby Loves Me" and she doesn't mean it as a cradle lullaby. And yet, al you can get out of her in the form of self-pity or sentimentality altr a catastrophe In her life Is a cheery chuckle and maybe a lightly chanted 'I faw down and go boom." Many a young female American flery-tongued, short-skirted, flip pant, supports whole families on world," continues the information, "and is one of the richest scientific discoveries of the century." The absolute proof that has been pouring down upon us for the last few years that things aren't what they seem is enough to make any fairly sensitive individual squeamish and jumpy if he possesses nerves at' all.

Television, which Is shortly to become as common an instrument as the telephone, is only waiting to be launched into everybody's home ur-til the hour when big business gives the signal. Now a powder so powerful that a pinch of it scattered from an airplane would destroy everything within miles of it an individual airplane so small that using it practically amounts to fastening wings on yourself, and which flies with incredible rapidity the possibilities for adventure, for real living which are facing us In increasing numbers forces the modern girl up on her toes Just to keep up with the times! The old moss backs, the 'tranquil, peaceful, pipe-smoking members of the horse and buggy era. for ail their reading of the newspapers simply don't know what it's all about. They mumble the words "airplane," "three hundred miles an hour" and, by the way, the latest speed for flying is jow three hundred and fifty-five and eight-tenths miles per hour, accomplished by Lieutenant George Stainforth in England a week or so ago. The middle aged members of the class of '01 mutter these facts and figures to each other with cool complacency, but you couldn't actually haul them into an airplane with a ten-ton truck! Just as a lot of people talk about perfect liberty but wouldn't know what to do with it If they ever actually got it, half the country is mouthing' words that sound modern but they haven't one single Idea as to the real meaning of "being mod ern." Ask the flapper she knows! The pressure of assimilating all this modernity isn't as easy to bear either, as the middle aged, still saturated in the spirit of 1910.

imagine. It slides off their backs like stones flung at the hard shell of a turtle. They feel the Impact, yet, but what of it! It never really touches them. The hard shell of their past experi ence ketps It away. But the flapper.

born into It, is alive with plenty of It! The fearlessness and restraint which she has developed within herself at an astonishing rate is the direct result of this pressure which th ojd folks don't even feel. The flapper is afraid of nothing She welcomes any speed, any new adventure and no invention you can think of ever surprises her. Now does it It isn't Just a pose, either she Is that way down to the core. Only a very sensitive, very nervous set of human beings could react fully to the Immense significance of the entirely NEW kind of life America 1 beginning to live. America's flappers are the ones who will bear and are bearing right now the brunt of this change.

Dictators In Home Every American home la run by the flapper In it. The kind ot automobile the flap per wants Is the kind the family buys. The books the flapper reads, the cold cream she uses, the movies she likes, the hats she wears, the food she eats is, the exact kind tat the rest of the family and the rest of the world uses! The flapper isn't looking at herself through the light of a bloated ego. The world simply happens to be crazy on the subject of "Youth" and she is It! And now a few words, children. on the third mainspring that makes the flapper go round the third and the BIGGEST.

Motherhood, seldom as the flapper talks about it, is the first importance to her. The old generation is dying off, the generation whose initiative circled and criss-crossed the continent with railroads, spurred by the hope of a million dollar checking accoifnt. America is the richest country in the world. Her dominating ideal has been, summed up in a word, success. The war, in the shadow of which the flapper grew up, was caused by one mans struggle for personal gain.

The flapper knows that the world has been too dishonest. In an honest world there would have been no war. In the world to come nation will not distrust nation nor will one man distrust another. Right now, distrust is a necessary part of the human equipment. But think back on the flappers you know.

The real flappers. I mean. Every one of them is a square-shooting if blunt, trusting yet wise little Individual who is perfectly willing to banish distrust and dishonesty entirely from her dealings with the world- Love Many, Trust Few But to the older generation the code is still this: "You may trust but not too far." "Do to your brother as you would have him do to you but not all the time." A new race of beings is being developed In America right npw. The children of today are infinitely more honest with themselves and with each other than were the children of twenty years ago. They, may not play with dolls or pretend they are Indians as children did In the past.

But they are much less interested in stealing water-melons than their fathers were. They are, frankly, considerably more intelligent. Another revolutionary attitude which the mothers of the coming race of Americans will have and which the flapper will see that it gets -p- is more modesty. I don't mean modesty of dress. I mean lack of boloney, hot air, bluffing.

America has grown up on faith. The parents and grandparents of every single person in it came over here as immigrants with little more than a stalwart faith with which to make their dreams come true. They found that by believing In tensely in a thing they could make it come true. From this humble, though laud able, beginning, the nation has grown Into the world's champion dealers in bunk! Hot air Is now at valuable a commodity as Iron. Some of the biggest' fortunes have been achieved entirely by buying and selling something which wasn't even HCTIDM THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels indebted to and in love with her guardian, LEONARD BRENT, who changes his plans for her future after meeting a dying man naced ELLIN.

At 18, he presents the girl to a million-naire, CYRIL CUNNINGHAM, as hie heiress and offers proof which the lonely old man accepts without question, as he has been searching for his dead daughter's child for years. Among Helen's new friends are EVA ENNIS and her brother ROBERT. Brent finds another locket like the one he had taken from Neilin to prove Helen the heiress and plots to get Cunningham out of the way quickly. He slyly administers a shock which proves fatal and the servants find the old man dead in bed. Then he wins Helen's promise to marry him.

Later, she and Bob realize they love each other but she tells him she is engaged. She tries to get Brent to reiease her, but he refuses and makes dire threats if she dares to marry Bob. Eva resents Helen's treatment of her brother, which has driven him to flirting w.th SHALLIMAR MORRIS. She scolds Bob and he tells her Helen is engaged to Brent. She collapses after admitting that Brent has been making love to her.

Bob goes to expose Brent to Helen, and while they are talking an urgent call comes from his mother. They rush over just in time to prevent Eva from taking poison in a fit of hysteria. Helen tries to tell her what a cad Brent is, but she in siats that ahe must see him. Helen decides to see him first and phones for him to come un. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI.

II PRENT dressed leisurely and lin gered over his breakfast, tak. lng a third cup of the crystal-clear coffee his man had oreoared for him adding a tiny pinch of salt in place of sugar or cream. Its steaming fragrance, with the smoke from his Turkish chrar- et. filled him with a sense of well being that brought of a lately fed Jungle beast into his eyes. tils satanic smile played over his lips now and then as certain pleas ing thoughts came to him.

Helen must be stewing over his delay. Let her. The more upset she was the better for him. Carmel had promised to be good. being clever enough to know the limit of all things.

Eva was a mouse. No trouble there. That girl Shallimar well. If she hadn't landed Bob Ennls it didn't matter. She'd soon be sent packing he'd sec to that.

Not have her hanging around to give Ennis an excuse to call. The young puppy might have the nerve even with the door closed In his face at Helen's orders. But what did It matter? What did anything matter? Brent drank deep from the cup. drew In a long breath of smoke and steeped, him- that you've simply broken Eva's heart?" she cried. "Nonsense." "Some day I'm certain she will think so too," Helen agreed: "but for the present she imagines herself in love with you.

She wants to see you. That is why I have sent for you "She isn't here?" Brent asked, with a touch of consternation. "No, she isn't." Helen relieved him. "She doesn't know how futile it would be to make an appeal to you for any kind of decent treatment but I know, and I wish to spare her further disillusionment." "Yes?" Brent smiled over her opinion of him, thinking of what she was yet to learn. "How do you propose to do that?" "I want your promise never to see her again.

No fate could be worse for her than to go on with you." "Thanks," he answered dryly. "I'm willing to make that promise. The kid's a damned nuisance, but don't think you're dictating to me, my dear. I simply find it convenient to comply with your wishes in the matter." "But should you change your mind," Helen began warningly, "let me tell you that her brother will thrash you within an inch of your life and maybe he won't stop there." "An Inch to live." Brent exclaimed. "Sounds like a popular questionnaire." 'What would you do if you had but an Inch to liver" "Jest, if you like." Helen told him; "but you can't go forever trampling on other people without some day being trampled on in turn." Brent smiled broadly.

"What a dear little lecturer you are." he said enthusiastically. "You ought always to be in a temper. Helen. You literally blaze." "I mean what I say," Helen cautioned him. Brent sobered.

"Where does young Ennis come In?" he shot at her suddenly. Helen's head reared haughtily. "I am going to marry him." she stated. With her words a grim distortion replaced Brent's sarcastic smile. "You are going to marry me" he retorted snarlingly.

Helen answered rather auletly, considering how his words fired her anger. I promised to tell you when I made a decision like this." she said. "Well, you may persist in taking a ridiculous attitude If you choose, hut I am going to marry Robert Ennis." They had been standing. Brent now waved toward a chair. "Sit down." he said and seated himself on another.

"This is going to take time." he warned, as Helen disdained to comply. "There really isn't anything more to be said." she hinted. "There is a great deal, and it will take some time." he differed. "It You'd better sit down, my dear." Helen glanced at her wrist- self In his satisfaction. Helen was his.

He could take her when be willed. She was utterly helpless. Finally he glanced at a small clock on his desk, arose, stretched himself agreeably and went to change his dressing gown for his street coat. His Japanese, ever watchful, came in to help him. Brent told him to telephone for his car.

The garage was just around the corner, a convenience for which those who hired space in it were required to pay heavily. The car was brought to the door of Brent's apartment house within 10 minutes and he went down to take the wheel, thoroughly convinced that the ultimate success of his scheming was at hand. Fears he had entertained formerly that Helen would refuse the new role he would offer her had subsided. No one could be so mad, he believed. Give up millions? Face poverty a girl who had been carefully pro.

tected all her life? Yes, perhaps, he admitted, but the publicity? Could she stand up to all that exposure would mean to her? He thought noL Not caring for slow driving, he made good time to Yonkers. Helen was watching for him. She ran to open the door herself, having lost much of her self control while waiting for him in nervous anxiety. He attempted to take her hand for a kiss in greeting but she drew it angrily away from him and turned to lead the way to the living room. Brent followed without a word.

She must be the first to speak it suited his purpose to have it so. In the privacy of the vast room she whirled upon him and her words came like the lash of a whin. "I've heard about you and Eva." she said. Brent stiffened slightly, the onlv outward sign that she had disturbed his poise. One eyebrow went un inquiringly, but he remained silent.

Well, what do you mean to do about it?" Helen pursued. "Do?" Brent repeated blankly. "Are you thinking of marrvinar her?" Helen asked tensely. "My dear girl!" Brent was amused. "I see." Helen said icilv.

"I nm glad to know that you have no such mpossible intention." she went on. her eyes fairly burning with scorn for him. "You need not have worried Brent said hastily. "I shall marry no one but you. Helen." For a moment Helen was too rurions to Then: "You are mistaken." she said, using all her i will to say it calmly, "if you expect to marry me.

1 "Because of Eva?" Brent taunted her. "My word, you are jealous, aren't you "I thought you at least too Intelligent to be facetious at a time like this." Helen promptly returned. "Why at a time like this?" he Inquired blandly. Helen Came close to losing her temper completely, "Don you kno now Si' where I want you." ncien was uuw TT fused, quite unable to follow He saw that she would not kj where to begin to ask the quests" that were seething in her mind decided to tell her everythtnf Helen listened helplessly. It so appalling, so shocking, to the dead parents she had reverencea revealed as crooks, to learn tMt Brent himself was even worse thai she had thought him she nothing but stare giassiy ai while her world fell about i.

ne.tu. He told her the whole umjxj I itr cigtru mat i a nut rreu- daughter jid what It meam him. "A nrt now vou know WW can't refuse to marry m8 ended. vv Helen's lips opened words came with great "But you you are the cn Inal." she cried hoarsely. Brent's tenseness slackened.

tieerlshness left him. and came on the Instant his old unperturbed self. He had tT ferocious In his attack. iignung in iu nui lD 1113 IliWVCfl IIIU'l more carefully planned quietly, "you cannot prove ffx nocence." (Ta Be Contir he had stumbled upon the 'acBJ5 i the Cunningham case how nr 1 conceived the idea of ImposlW Santa Claus Is In Indiana Year Around WASHINGTON. Dec.

21. (UP)-Tes, Virginia, there Is a Santa Claus, it's in Indiana. Postoffice department records disclose that Postmaster James Martin of the town of Santa Clans. annually handles a sizeable volume of mall Intended for the patron saint of Christmas. Santa Claus Is a tiny village In southern Indiana that receives on an average only a dozen pieces mail during most of the year.

But In December each year the mai sack for Santa Claus Is laden witi 600 or 700 letters penned by hope ful kiddles. FLAMING YOUTH OLMUETZ. Czechoslovakia, Dec 21. (UP) "Just to see the beaut I ful flames." so she Informed th police on arrest, a fourteen-year old girl set fire to 14 houses Ir tke Tillage of Laschkau during on month. fa 4.