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Tuesday evening THE DAVENPORT DEMOCRAT AND LEADER November 3, 1936. Fad9 Foods and Fashions im the Woman World Married Youngsters Fight About Nights Out AMPLE EVENING? BAQ MADE IN PETIT POINT Big Enough to Hold All Necessary Articles Youthful Mother Is Troubled She Has Six Children and Now Is Only Twenty-six. -As Wife's Lonely When Hubby Goes With Boys-He Doesn't Want Her to Go Away. f' 1 SYTvjfT "Angel saw that her uncle was actually kissing the other woman." 4 fU- Hi iiiHwimhihiiiiiiiiiwiiiiiii mimi infitinnp nfiiViViii "'inrninn i HiTmiMiiimimiiiwiiiM iimi iippit Imported Jolles petit point evening bag: In large size complementing a blue and silver net gown. By VIRGINIA LEE Puzzled is only 17, but she is married and has a baby.

Her husband is 19. Now they don't have much money to spend on pleasure, as he is learning bis trade. One night a week they go out together, and have a good time, then they're broke. Now the other two nights, Saturday and Sunday, he goes out with his boy friends, and she wants to go out with some girls. But he objects strenuously.

They leave the baby with mother, she explains, and if she stays at home and puts the baby to bed, she gets lonely. She loves to dance and he doesn't, but she doesn't dance with other boys when he isn't with her. So what to do is the problem. Selfish brutes these men, aren't they, Puzzled? Would your husband object if you went to a picture show instead of a dance, with the girls? He has no business to find fault with you for going out when he goes, I admit, but I suppose he figures that you MIGHT meet a man and dance with him if you're at a dance, and he doesn't like the idea. As you do go to one dance a week with him, when he doesn't dance, couldn't you give up going with the girls and go to a picture show or have them at your house and play cards or vis or something instead of going dancing? The success of your marriage means more to you than dances, anyway, doesn't it? Maybe if you give in this time he'll be nice and give up something for you, too.

How about it? Ask him. W. M. I hope I have the initials right, for your letter was Trim Waistline Required of Beauties By GLADYS GLAD "America's Most Famous Beauty." Back in the days when gas buggies were called horseless carriages and were considered devil's devices, many an unwilling and distraught husband was called upon to tug and yank at his better half's corset lacings, in order to compress her waistline into the tiny circumference then required by fashion. It certainly wasn't any fun for the lads who had to do the pulling.

And it certainly wasn't any fun for the girls who had to wear the corsets. For these garments of steel and whalebone proved very unheal thful because of their unnatural compression of the vital organs of the body. i Fashion and beauty standards have changed since that age. Women have returned to more athletic waistlines. Yet that does not mean that a girl can permit her waistline to become pudgy with fat.

For even if the exaggeratedly slim waist is passe, slenderness and litherness are still essential for figure loveliness. Bulge at Waist. It seems that it is generally around the waistline that women tend to acquire unattractive bulges. And in this day of slender lines, any protuberance at that point tends to make even an otherwise slender figure appear pudgy and dumpy. Exercise is the implement in this case, to lend the muscles elasticity, to smooth away excess fat, and to substitute firmness for flabbiness.

There are some excellent exercises for making the waistline slender and supple outlined In my "New Figure" booklet And the ones given below are also most effective: Stand erect, knees stiff, arms extended upward. Bending at the waistline, swing the arms down la front of the body, touching tho ankles from left to right, and upward to first position. Stand erect, leg about two feet apart, knees stiff, arms extended upward, palms together. Then, bending at the waist, bring the hands down between the legs. Return to first position and repeat.

Stand erect, knees stiff, right! foot extended about two feet before her out and up into his arms. "Look here!" he remonstrated, staring into her half-defiiant eyes, "is that any way to go mistrusting a friend? I thought we were going to be pals!" "Pals?" asked Angel uneasily. Pals are very good friends," explained Bruce, still holding her high in his arms. "I've always wanted a red-headed girl friend. Now, Inez here is my blonde girl friend, and Ruth is my brunette girl friend, and "Really, I'm sorry.

Dr. West, but we'll just have to go. Aunt Sarah may have supper ready." Ruth had climbed out and was standing beside them. "Very well. Then you two kids beat it on inside.

Angel and I can draw up our articles of confederation tomorrow." Stooping, he placed Angel carefully on her feet. "Thanks so much for bringing us -ome." "Don't mention it." He was back in the car now. "Have to drive Inez home. See you tomorrow." Then they had driven away, and Angel and Ruth were standing' alone on the sidewalk midway between two houses. "Oh!" cried Angel, her eyes for the first time taking in her surroundings.

"Flowers! And grass! Such nice green grass! And is that really where I am to live?" Ruth's eyes lollowed Angel's. For a moment her glance rested on the inviting little green and white cottage, nestled in the center of a wide lawn that was a canopy of flowers. Then slowly her eyes moved on to the right, across the white picket fence and over to the house which was neighbor to the cottage. Even now, after she had seen both so often, it was a little inconceivable to Ruth that these two houses could stand side by side. The second house was big and dark and austere.

There was about it an air that frowned and dared the charming little cottage to cast a ray of sunshine across the picket fense. "No," answered Ruth, "that is Dr. West's house. This one is Aunt Sarah's." Slowly she pointed to the big dark building. "And we must hurry, too," she added in a lighter note, "or we'll get scolded." When they had mounted to the to porch step the front door I swung open.

A woman appeared in the doorway. Angel eyed the woman silently. She saw that she was very tall and thin, and that her iron-gray hair was pulled sharply away from her face. There was no smile on her lips and no light of welcome in the two gray eyes that looked, now at; AngeL "Come on inside." She held the door open for them and the two girls walked into the narrow hallway. "You, I presume, are Booth's child." "I'm Angel Murdock," answered the little red-headed girl.

"Angel!" sniffed the woman, "A fine iiame, indeed! But it sounds like one of Booth Murdock's wild ideas! Perhaps, Angel, you can tell me just what your father had in mind, anyway, when he shipped you out here to me!" "He told me commenced Angel, "that he told me that" Then suddenly the words would not come. Try as she would, she could not force them out. So she only stood and stared at the woman be fore her and wondered miserably if this were really the person who had wanted her for a daughter. "Well," said Sarah Mortimer, "he was smart enough not to wire me ahead of time so that I could get an answer back to him." Realization of the truth began to dawn on Angel. "You didn't want me," she said slowly, not taking her brown eyes away from the cold gray ones.

"You're not a new mother at all. You're only a a new old man, just like Booth Murdock!" "A new mother?" caught up Sarah Mortimer. "Indeed I'm not a new mother! And as for me not wanting you, that's beside the point. You're here, and I'll have to make the best of the situation temporarily." "Well," replied Angel, standing very straight on her two feet and gripping her little black bag valiantly, "I don't like you, either. You're awful!" "Shall I take her out and show her where to wash?" Ruth asked quickly, stepping forward.

"Sup per's nearly ready, isn't it, Aunt Sarah?" "Be quiet!" Sarah turned again to Angel. "For that remark, young woman, you shall have no supper this evening. You may as well learn from the start that being impudent does not pay in this household I'll have no street urchins around here. Follow me!" Turning she moved stiffly to ward a winding open stairway, Angel did not move. Firmly she plnnted herself on her two feet and prepared to stand there.

Then her eyes caught the sorry brown eyes of Ruth. She hesitated. Ruth kept mentioning desperately for her to follow her aunt. Angel Murdock shook a stray red curl back out of her eyes. She relaxed a little.

Then reluctantly she moved forwardto follow Sarah Mortimer up tne stairs. Copyright, lSfl. Thn Clilcniro Daily (Continued tomorrow.) Tomorrow: Angel learns further facta about her new home, and Improves her acquaintance with Ruth and Dr. West. long, and hard to read, my dear.

However, it is a good letter because it gives a pretty complete picture, both of your problems and those you create for your mother. Forget about your own troubles, dear child, and think for a moment about those of your You are 15 and a half, you say. And you like to go out with your gsl friend and meet the boys, and while you mean to get home in good time, and usually do, you sometimes get in very late. Now if you were a mother as you will be some day I wonder how you would feel about a daughter of your age staying out late at 'night, especially if you were not sure of her companions. I think you would feel much as your mother does, that anything might happen to your child and you would be worried and maybe a bit harsh.

Of course I do not hold with a mother striking a girl your age, but mothers get at their wits' end and sometimes their patience comes to an end. I think you should have a good time, but always let your mother know with whom you are, where you are, and what time you will be home. I think you should continue your schooling if you possibly can, for your own good and because you will be able to take a better position than helping with housework if you graduate from high school. Maybe your friend Jane IS a bad Influence, Try to think of her Impersonally. Confide in your mother, remind her of the time when she was a young girl, and try to please her.

I am sure you never will be sorry. j. Ginger Rogers Said to have trimmest waist Is Hollywood the left, arms extended upward, Bending at the waist, touch the floor over the rigfht toe. Return to first position and repeat, with the left foot extended frward. Buttermilk.

Louise: Buttermilk is not at all fattening. In fact, you may consume as many as two quarts of it daily, if you so desire. longer. Season with salt and pepper aud paprika. Pack this lightly into a crown or into a boned shoulder of pork and roast in the usual manner.

If roasting a crown, it will be necesary to wrap the unprotected rib ends with bacon or salt pork to prevent charring. BANANA CREAM PIE Line pie tin with flaky baked pastry shell. Slice ripe bananas into bottom of pastry shell, and pour favorite cooled cream (or chocolate) filling over them. Cover with whipped cream and arrange sliced bananas on' top. SWEET POTATOES GLACE Parboil sweet potatoes and cut into strips; put into well-oiled baking dish; and half cup of dark syrup and tablespoon or more of butter cover and bake In hot oven (400 degrees about one and one-hair hours, DR.

GARRY C. MYERS, PH. D. Head Department Parent Education, Cleveland College. Western Reserve University AS YOU read the following letter you will probably experience regret and admiration regret that this young mother should have to bear children so rapidly, and admiration at her gracious sweetness in the face of all her hardships.

"Dear Dr. Myers: I am a young woman of 26. the mother of six children. I am just recuperating from a severe illness In which I lost the seventh child. There are five boys and one girl.

The eldest is just eight years old, and the, youngest 16 months. The three boys, being the oldest, are all at school, and the little girl, just foui; a boy two and one-half and the baby at home. We live in five rooms, all quite small. You may tire of this description, but I have wanted to write for a long time. I am very nervous, altho not a crank, as I am full of life and have-not aged any all thru this great ordeal.

"While I was confined I was here at home, and my sister, who is a young high school graduate, just 17, took care of the children. She did very well with them, but I am orried about my little boy of two and one-half. He has become so spoiled and bold I can hardly handle him. He wants to eat constantly, all day long. Immediately after breakfast he wants a banana; then he sees cookies nd wants them; if he doesn't get them he cries and screams until I too, could scream.

When I. whip him and set him on a chair he tells me he will die and go in a big hole as the baby did, and sticks out his tongue at everyone. "The boys who go to school are quite helpful, but are so careless about their clothes; the minute they come in from school off come gloves, hats, jackets and everything lands on the chairs or floor. I preach abut this all the time, but with no result. Please tell me some suggestions for these problems and I will be most grateful." Feelingly I replied to her about as follows: With all your poise after what you have endured, the problems you describe are small, and I am sure you will easily solve them.

If, despite the nervous strain on you, you can steel yourself to let that little boy cry when you refuse to grant his wishes, he will learn to give up gracefully. But if for your own protection you feel that you must punish, assign him to sit on a chair, say 20 minutes, doing without the spanking unless he should not stay in the chair till his allotted time expires. Then no matter what he says, act as if you are deaf. Show him a little more attention, when he's good. Make clear to each of the older children that for each time they leave a hat or coat on a chair, he will have to sit in that chair doing nothing for 30 minutes, and then make sure no offense escapes this penalty.

Otherwise let the matter go and keep quiet about It. Plaid Goes To School Virginia Weidler, movie star, Roes to school in this pretty plaid costume. It conslsls of a full-length cape of Scotch plaid with yellow, red and green predominating, and a cap of the same material with red ribbon binding It, forming bows nt both front and back, and a double streamer down the buck. lis 11 illxM may need. Man Can Choose Them.

The handbag is one item that a man can buy as a gift and feel he and it will be appreciated. Husbands and boy friends, too should take careful note of the lady love's choice of costume color this season, because the matching of the bag to the costume is very, very important. The monogrammed bag of fine leather with plenty of space for all the gadgets women carry with them, is always a good bet for a gift. Monograms are very popular. The script monogram is a little bit newer and more conservative than any other type.

A handbag in calf w-ith tortoise shell handles is a good buy, if the lady likes tortoise shell. Maybe it would be wise to try her out on that score-One new alligator bag has square handles that slide down and up permitting the bag to be carried under the arm. Black suede is the right note for the more formal bag the one carried to the matinee and to tea. An expensive but very good-looking bag is made of suede and is trimmed with a fox pompom. It may be matched with a suede pillbox hat also decorated with fox pompoms.

Then there are soft bags of velvet or suede with jeweled tops, and a scalloped bag In suede, satin or velvet, with initials, of course. husband?" Inquired Angel uncertainly. By now she was beginning to suspect that she was pretty badly mixed up on the whole affair. Sarah Mortimer's husband!" shouted the young man, and then out burst another one of those laughs of his. He turned to the girl who was Angel's cousin.

"Ruth Mortimer, he inquired, "what have you been telling this strange young lady?" "Oh, nothing!" insisted the girl called Ruth. "Truly I haven't, Dr. West!" We really should be going," mentioned the beautiful lady, walking up beside the man who was not Angel's uncle, and taking his arm. "But we must get acquainted first," insisted the man, putting a hand on Angel's shoulder. "This young lady is going to be my new neighbor, Inez.

Ruth was telling me this morning. "Oh," said Inez. That was all. Just, "Oh." Angel looked from the one to the other. Things were moving very fast and she felt hopelessly left behind.

Who was who and what was what? Well, anyway, the man had said, "We must all get' acquainted." "I'm Angel Murdock. announced. "I'm Sarah Montimer's niece and my mother just died and my old man is no good, and who are you?" "I'm Bruce "West answered the handsome man calmly. "I'm the doctor in this town, and a good one, and I like red hair." "I've got red hair, Mr. Doctor," mentioned Angel.

And suddenly she decided that she liked the feel of his hand on her shoulder. "Well, so you have." He turned to Ruth. "And now you may tell this redhead who you are." "I'm your cousin," explained the tall, brown-eyed girl, "and I live with Aunt Sarah, too. She didn't want she couldn't come to the sta-lion today, so she sent me." "Good introduction," complimented Bruce. "You're next, Inez." "Please," said the beautiful lady, without smiling.

"We really must "Her name la Inez Holquest," Bruce told Angel. "And after she marries me this spring it will be Inez West. And now if you two nieces of Sarah Mortimer will hon or- me by crawling into the back seat of my motor-buggy, I'll be delighted to chauffeur you home." "Oh, we don't want to bother you." "Fine Ruthie. Then get right on In so I won't have to stand and argue about It with you." And taking Angel's bag in his large tanned hand, he led the way to his car. Angel crawled into the back seat and sat down primly In one corner.

Inside her there was a big urge to snuggle over against this new cousin of hers, and to stroke the worn fur on her rather shabby looking coat. But snuggling against people uninvited, she had learned, might only be inviting a good smack on the cheek; so discreetly she stayed where she was. Then the car was stopping again. "Here you are!" announced Mr. Doctor cheerfully.

Jumping out, he threw open the back door for them. For a moment he looked at Angel, and now there was no smile playing around the corners of his lips. "Sarah Mortimers niece," he murmured thoughtfully and as tho he were talking to himself. And irom the look in his eyes Angel felt that somehow it was a hard thing for hinvto believe. "Maybe it's my clothes," suggested Angel.

"They look funny." She planted down nt the queer checked dress which folded amply about her knees. Then she glanced up again, and there was sudden fire In her eyes. "If you're going to make fun of me," she threatened direly. "I'll "Make fun of you!" With a swoop he had reached Into the car, picked her up bodily, aud swung The story thus far: Shiftless Booth Murdock has no fatherly feeling for his little 9-year-old daughter, Angel, fco when his wife, Ada, dies he gets rid of Angel by putting her on the train to the distant country town of Stanwell and wiring her great-aunt, Sarah Mortimore, that she is coming. ui oviurtt lite irain readies esian-well Angel tries to talk with an attractive young lady across the aisie, but she is rebuifed.

CHAPTER IV. Angel's Aunt Sarah. Her new mother. Standing somewhere near the little railway station must be ihat mysterious and wonderful woman, Sarah Mortimer that woman who actually wanted to give a home to a red headed, 9-year-old kid. As the train came slowly to a standstill Angel pressed her nose hard against the window pane and stared at the waiting people on the wooden platform.

Her heart gave a leap as she saw that there was only one woman there. And that woman was talking to the tall, handsome young man who had first caught Angel's uui aere was someining. very queer. Her, aunt, according An. gel's scanty knowledge of such, a person, was a woman well past middle age.

Who had ever heard of an aunt like this one this female who stood on the platform talking to the young man and watching the train so eagerly? Why. she could certainly not be much older than Angel, herself, for all she was rather tall and slim. And her wavy brown hair was cut short and blew gently about her face as the light breeze caught it. She certainly wasn't more than IS or 19. Aunts, like mothers, were sup posed to have hair that grew Jong, and was pinned down against their heads.

Angel wondered if her very young aunt could be married, and if this man she wa3 talking to was her husband. Her old man had said nothing aboutan uncle; but then her old man was noted for the things he did ridt say. "Stanwell!" called' out the con ductor as he walked thru the car. He stopped beside AngeL "Well, young lady." he re marked, picking up her little black tag. I guess this is where we put you off.

You just follow me XiRht on out" The beautiful lady across the. aisle rose too. Angel followed the conductor and thef lady followed AngeL But for all she wanted the worst way to ask the lady if she lived In Stanwell and had an aunt here, too, Angel did not do it. Somehow, she had failed to make that bewitching person understand that she wanted to be friends. As they stepped off the train, the man and the girl probably her aunt and uncle hurried forward.

"Inez!" exclaimed the handsome men. striding up to the beautiful lady and throwing his arms about her. Angel saw that her uncle was actually wissing that other woman, and berore everybody. "Angel? Are you Angel Murdock?" Turning, she found herself staring straight up Into a pair of big brown eyes. The big brown eyes belonged to the very young girl she had seen from the train window, so Angel Knew that this must be her aunt.

"Oh, you're my aunt!" she cried. And then suddenly and without warning, Angel knew that she anted to cry. "Ob, I'm not your aunt Sarah!" exclaimed the brown-eyed girt. "I'm only your cousin." "And he's not my uncle?" Angel pointed at the handsome man, who by now had finished kissing the beautiful lady end was only talking to her. The handsome man turned when' she sold that, and then he broke Into the deepest laugh Angel had cvpr heard.

"Young woman," be demanded, but It was plain be was not really mcry, "are you talking about me?" "Are yon Aunt Sarah Mortimer's in Your Own Home By LISBETH. We've always yearned for an evening bag which would hold all the junk we want to carry about with us when we go into "sassiety." We feel we should have a little change, our keys, a compact, maybe eyeglasses and opera glasses, and a handkerchief or two, etc. Pictured is the answer to our prayer. This lovely petit point evening bag in vivid colors, designed by Madame Jolles of Vienna, perfectly accents the blue and silver net evening gown which its owner wears. The bag is large enough for opera glasses, theater programs, or your pet large handkerchief.

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MARY MORTON Menu Hint Roast Pork With Pineapple Stuffing Baker or Glace Sweet Potatoes Apple Sauce Celery Banana Cream Pie Coffee Have you ever tried pineapple stuffing with your roast pork? Try it for a change. It is one of Inez Willson's recipes. The banana pie is an easy one to prepare. Today's Recipes. PINEAPPLE STUFFING One onion, one carrot, one-half cup cel ery, two tablespoons lard, one cup cooked rice, one cup drained crushed pineapple, one-half cup raisins, two cups bread crumbs, salt and pepper, paprika.

Chop the onion, carrot and celery together and brown in hot lard. Add the rice, crushed pineapple and bread crumbs and heat a moment.