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HOUSTON DAILY POST: :SUNDAY MORNING OCTOBER 7 1917. .
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They were the daxlingest styllshest
little shoes a child ever saw! They were
patent leather with white kid tope 'and
pearl buttons and they were pointed
like mother's best slippers. Doris aw
them as soon as she walked Into the
store and she just couldn't look at any-
thing else.
"I want a neat pretty pair of shoes"
mother was saying to the saleslady
"something a little dressy yet comforta-
1 le and sensible which would do for
dancing school as well as Sundays."
"I suppose you want slippers madam"
suggested the saleslady.
But mother said she thought high
shoes were best as they support little
ankles and Doris' ankles were a little
weak. Doris looked longingly at the
patent leather shoes.
"Mother." she said. "Just look."
Mother looked and laughed: "Oh
they wouldn't do at all! They'd pinch
your little toes."
The saleslady took the shoes out of
the glass case.
"These were made to order for a lit-
tle girl" she said "but after they were
marie the little girl didnt Want them
so If you will take them you can get
them at a great barpraln."
"Oh mother!" cried Doris her eyes
quite big.
'But I'm sure they won't be comforta-
ble." replied mother.
"I'll Just slip them on shall I. madam?"
said the saleslady who was anxious to
sell the shoes.
And the next minute the shoes Were
on I'oris' feet. Oh. how they did shine
and glisten! Doris walked over to the
mirror :ind looked at her feet. Why
he hardly knew them they looked so
stylish and slender!
"Oh. mother." she cried "aren't they
Just be-au-tl-ful!"
"But are they comfortable?" Inquired
mother. "Do they pinch ypu anywhere?"
Doris said: "On. the feel grand
mother dear!"
Well. Mrs. Mother bought the shoes
because Doris did want tbem so and
and declared they didn't hurt they
felt grand and mother wanted Doris to
be suited.
"But if they hurt you dear" she
said "don't complain to me about them
because I'd rather you'd have a sensi-
ble round-toed shoe."
"Oh. I won't complain a bit. mother
darling" promised Doris "because they
do feel Just loo fine for anything!"
Doris wanted to wear the shoes home
but mother said no they were for best.
When they got (home Doris slipped them
on. They were so bright you could seo
your face In them. Brother Willie said:
"Gee some class!" And daddy said:
"Dear dear! What a stylish young lady
we are!" But mother said nothing at
all.
The next afternoon was dancing school
day. Brother Willie made a fuss as
usual. He hated dancing school but
Doris was awfully anxious to go. She
wanted to feel how her new shoes would
dance. They looked as If they would
dance like Cinderella's glass slippers.
Willie made her late by stopping on the
way to skip some stones in the creek
but they weren't very late.
"One-two one-two now twinkle!" they
heard the dancing teacher say as they
came In.
Our Puzzle Corner
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A pennant and a football big
And a loud hurrah for Tommy's rig!
Find Tommy's rig by cutting out and patting the black pieces together.
ANIMAL ADDITIONS.
I. Add a letter to a eeremony. trans-
pose and find an animal of five let-
ters. 1. Add a letter to "an Indian war-
rior" transpose and find an animal of
six letters. ''
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The walk hadn't been long at J1. but
Doris' feet felt rather hot and burning.
"Clyde take Doris and Willie take
Susie" said the teacher. "I'm sorry
you couldn't get here on time chil-
dren." Clyde was rathor fat and not very
graceful although he was a" fine base-
ball player the boys said and once he
threw a wonderful curve. Just like one
of Christy Mathewson's. Doris started
to dance with Clyde. Her shoes felt
sticky and hot Inside.
"Twinkle" said teacher and Clyde
"twinkled" one way and Doris "twink-
led" another way and oh gracious me
if he didn't step right on the beautiful
pointed patent leather toe of her right
shoe!
"Oh!" cried Doriaa nd she thought
Clyde roust weigh about a thousand
pounds. "Oh I think you're horrid!"
Rh innlced down at her shoe and saw
a dented-ln place. Tears came Into- her
eyes.
"I I'm awful sorry Doris" said Clyde
taking out his handkerchief. "I'll wipe
it offT see?"
Clyde stooped over and wiped Doris'
shoe and he looked so sorry thatgporls
thought: "Oh well! I guess my hoes
aren't hurt much and Clyde is very
' nice about It so I can't act mean.
"I'm awful sorry Doris" said Clyde
n-nln and Doris Irnve a little Sniffle
and said: "Never mind. Clyde It's it's
perfectly all right."
It was rather hard to get Into step
after that and Doris' feet got hotter and
hotter and hotter until they seemed to
be burning up in a redhot oven. Then
they began to hurt there were three
aching spots oh each foot o-o-o-oh! But
Doris went through all the steps and
after dancing school she bit her lips and
walked manfully home. The shoes shone
Juat like sparkling mirrors in the sun and
the other little girls said. "Ohl" and
"Ah!" and Doris loved her shoes nore
than ever.
The next day was Sunday and of
course Willie and Doris went to Sunday
school. Doris had soaked her feet In
cold water the night before so they felt
better and she put on her new shoes
again. There was only a little crack
where Clyde had stepped on them and
they were as bright as bright could be.
Into Sunday School stepped Doris as
if she were walking on soft boiled eggs.
She thought: "Well I may not be the
handsomest person on earth but look
at my feet!"
There was a missionary from Siam vlslt-
Ine In town and so that Sunday instead
of having regular lessons the missionary
gave a talk aDout siam. n was awiuny
interesting but while the other children
listened with might and main Doris was
squirming and squirming. She Just
couldn't help It. Her feet had begun to
get fiery hot as soon am the first hymn
was over and then they began to hurt
as If little Imps with sharp scissors were
snipping her toes and heels.
Doris shut her lips tight and clenched
her little hands and the missionary's
voice sounded like a phonograph away fav
off and she never heard u word he said.
Sakes alive! Dorls was glad when the
last hvmn was sung! She hurried out.
not stODDing to sneak to anybody and
Willie hurried after her.
Off they started down the road. Willie
asked: "Why sis. wnat me maiier
huh?"
Doris was as white as
tears were In her eyes.
"Willie" she whispered
arm to keep from falling
shoes are k-k-kllline me."
a sheet and
holding his
ily-my new
Willie was scared and dragged Doris to
the side of the road. Down ho went on
his knees and began to unbutton the
Dearl buttens.
"Take 'em oft" he growled. "I'll carry
em. Why didnt you say sometliln
bout it?"
Off came both shoes.
"Take off my socks too" said Doris
faintly. "I feel better now."
Off came Doris' socks and .the color
came back Into her cheeks.
"Come on." said Brother Willie. "You're
a regular little goose Dorris."
There was some nice. cool soft mud
along the side of the road and did Doris
. And a letter to "a fluid In the form
of air" transpose and find an animal of
four letters
. Add 'a letter to "a publlo walk"
transpose and find an animal of five
letters.
6. Add a. letter to "a part" and And
an animal of five letters.
6. Add a letter to a "vulgar person
who ape gentility" transpose and find
an animal of five letters.
HIDDEN ARTICLES POUND IN A
BAKERY. t
Teacher said to me "Philip I expect
you to be an example to the others?' I
consider . the bulb unsafe In the cold
S round. Jacob reads his bible every day.
esstca keeps the pantry In order every
day during her vacation. The ancient
arts of the Greeks are well known .
w .' ' Attemaa.h?
- ANrSfAL. ADD1T10NJ-1. ' RlttWtW
I. Brave-Beaver i. Oas-Stag. 4. Mitt-
Llama. . I. Bome-Mouse. . Bnoa-Bison.
FOUND' IN A BAWEKr-tfle Buns.
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What Happened to Roy's Pipe
. "Boy dear" began Mrs. Moore Roy's
mother patiently "now 'I've spoken to
you three times about going to bed. You
have blown soap-bubbles eer since sup-
per and It was bed time half an hour
ago."
So Roy very reluctantly put his new
white clay pipe up on the shelf and slowly
followed bis mother upstairs.
. The next morning he could hardly wait
to grab the soap-bubble pipe lather a
basin of water to frothy suds and begin
the new ' sport. But something went
wrong with the pipe. He blew and blew
puffing his cheeks way out but failed to
make a single bubble.
"Let's see ft dear" said Mrs. Moore
and tried blowing bubbles herself. But
the pipe refused to work until she had
given one long hard blow. "Try It now
son" she smiled passing lr back to Roy.
"It blows! Oh mother see that bub-
ble!" exclaimed Roy and so the morn-
ing's fun began.
That afternoon the little boy went to
dandtng school and that evening his
father took him to a moving picture show
so ne naa no more lime lor soap-bUDbles.
But on the following morning he hurried
to secure his pipe while his mother filled
the. water with the finest sort of suds. But
again the pipe refused to work! Roy
blew and blew and blew on It. He blew
as hard as he could as he had seen his
mother do yet he couldn't make a single
bubble.
Almost In tears he went to find his
mother but cook said she had gone shop-
filng. Cook was cross too because the
ceman had tracked up her newly-
scrubbed kitchen floor. So Roy didn't
dare ask her to help him. Well he de-
cided he'd try it once more and then if
It wouldn't work he'd have to give it up.
So back he went dipped the bowl of his
pipe In the water stepped back and blew.
A fine large bubble formed and broke in
his face. Jtoy had been so sure that the
pipe wouldn't blow a single bubble that
now he was a bit breathless with sur-
prise. He laughed gleefully and tried it
again and again It blew a beautiful great
bubble which floated airily about .the
room before bursting.
When his mother returned about noon
he was still blowing bubbles but he
stopped long enough to tell her what a
hard time he had had getting his pipe
started. Roy didn't have a chance to
use his pipe for another whole day. Then
as he picked it up eagerly he was won-
dering if the pipe would "act up." it
did! It took his mother's help. too. though
he blew a long time on it before he askeci
her.
"Lt's watch your pipe very carefully
Roy when you are through with it" sug-
gested his mother "and see what hap-
pens to it."
Nothing happened tb It for a little while
then suddenly they saw a large fat wasp
fluttering about the window. In a mo-
ment he had crawled warily to the top
of the open window and looked In.
"Sh! Watch him. son." said Mrs.
Moore softly as Roy was about to speak.
wade along In It and curl up her toes
and feel the de-e-elicious mud oozing
through? Well. yes.
Mother r met them at the door and
when she savfr Willie carrying the shoes
and Doris' muddy feet she only smiled.
"They were a bargain mother" Doris
said sorrowfully "an' an' I'm sorry
they might be wasted bu-but they pretty
near killed me didn't they. Willie?"
"Sure did!" agreed Willie.
"Well I'll tell you what we'll do."
smiled mother. "We'll put these shoes
up on a shelf in your room. Doris
where you can see them and whenever
you feel like buying something silly and
foolish and uncomfortable just because
it Is stylish why just peep at your shoes
and remember!" fc
"Comfort first!" cried Doris "Yes sir
mummy dear! No more pointed shoes
for me!"
Life Limericks
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The Cricfct'S Chirp
8iife a foxy btdteast is (he cricfet
e seems lite ho sinfe. That's a trick ft
Is (he flubby'-dub-dub
" Of his tecfc as (hey rub
Male he hoiTaey-hunvdnjm neoth (he vidt.
OHNNT tore hli shirt." said Prattle;
ted
'Let's go home and
'Let's tell Mamma
Jo Bhe'll keep him
' OAs
OHNNIE stood beside the stair
'Mother mending up bis tear.
Tattle said. "We came to tell
You to punish Johnnie welL"
UST because you tattle so
aEfffcl-rr
Oft to bed jrouTX hare
ou art very ry
rattlinfc tattling all
' .s-.'
After waiting Immovably far a few min-
utes the wasp darted straight to the shelf
on which Roy had laid his pipe. He
fumbled carelessly about the pipe for a
second or two ana tnen disappeared In-
side the bowl. He came out buzzing
angrily to nnd an nis worn unaone ana
out the window he went to return In a
short while.
This was the beginning of a long stretch
of labor for the industrious wasp. Many
many trips were made from a freshly
whitewashed shed outside where the wasp
gathered his building material to the
clay pipe. Roy grew so Interested wtc
ing the wasp that he forgot the sott-
bubbles entirely.
The next day late In the afternoon
Roy heard his mother calling him.
"I want you to look at your pipo son."
Roy picked It up carefully after mak-
ing sure the wasp was not in the bowl.
As he stared down Into the bowl he saw
that the stem of the pipe where It Joined
Honey-Bunch
The Runaway
Honey-Bunch was Bunny-bunch's son.
He was a very nice little chap and his
mother loved him dearly but he had one
bad fault. He ran away! He would never
stay within calling distance of their home
In the comfortable old Ing and often his
mother couldn't sea even the tips of his
long white ears he went so far away.
lie would run down into the old hollow
By Merritt
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TO THg
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Tattle and Prattle
tell" said Tattle;
right away
In all day.
to gA.
wrong '
Itf
tty Wt ; '
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.
After waiting immovably for a
few minutes the wasp darted
straight to the shelf on which
Roy had laid his pipe.
the bowl was closed. It was covered
over entirely with a whitish substance
that looked very much like the clay of the
pipe.
"That's why It would never blow!
laughed Roy: "What kind of a wasp Is
he mother?"
"A mud-dauber son" smiled Roy's
mother. "Suppose we let him have that
pipe and we'll see what he does with It."
But my soap-bubbles " Roy reminded
his mother.
"Ask father to buy you another clay
pipe dear." So Roy did and he and his
mother studied the mud-dauber and his
work.
The busy buzzy chap tolled all day
long filling the bowl of the pipe with tiny
cells which were to be the future homes
of another generation of mud-daubers.
And one day Roy and his mother found
the bowl of the pipe covered with a thin
layer of the mud-dauber's building ma-
terial. It was beautifully smooth and
flush with the rim of the bowl. The mud-
dauber had finished his work.
No doubt later on he taught his chil-
dren the lesson of perseverance and re-
lated how he had tried again and again
before he had been able to build them a
home In the clay pipe.
by the pool and play with the other lit-
tle rabbits and never tell his mother
where he was going at all. He would also
run to a certain little pile of rocks way
up back of the old stlle and stay there
for hours until his poor mother was
almost distracted.
But the place he liked best of all was
the edge or Farmer Cobb's lettuce patch
where he nibbled contentedly at the fresh
crlsn lettuce; and on the way back he
often stopped for a bite In the clover
field where the clover was so dellciously
sweet.
"That Is the most dangerous place you
go. Honey-bunch" scolded - Bunny-bunch
one day Just after be had gotten In with
his breath smelling strongly of lettuce.
"A lot of the other fellows go there!"
Honty-bunch told her sulkily.
"Yes perhaps they do. But sooner or
later they'll get caught. Farmer Cobb
will shoot them or feed them poison
his dog will get them and there s a wick-
ed snare up there! Why won't you play
around home?" And poor Bunny-bunch
began to cry softly - because she was
frightened for her reckless little son. So
Honey-bunch promised then that he would
never go there again.
Honey-bunch didn't go for a long time.
Rut one day his mother sent him to the
store- to buy some things for dinner and
he heard some of his playmates planning
to go up to the lettuce patch for a feast
late In the afternoon. Tliey coaxed
Honey-bunch to come too but Honey-
bunch wouldn't promise.
That afternoon though he saw them
going and thought what a fine time
they'd have. But he got his banjo and
perched up cm his pet toadstool to see If
he couldn't forget about the fellows ui
at that prize lettuce patch
His mother
came out while he was playing the banjo
and said she was going to a thimble
party.
Honey-bunch watched until she was out
of sight then off he dashed to the lettuce
patch. She would never know he rea
soned he'd get back first and why
shouldn t he have a good time? In ten
minutes he was eating busily and laugh-
ing and joking with his play fellows. Sud
denly he heard an angry shout. He looked
up as Farmer Cobb came running from
his house with his gun; and racing along
ahead was his dog.
At first Honey-bunch was so frightened
he couldn't move! But a bullet whizzed
oy his neaa ne gave one bound and
cleared the lettuce patch! Terror lent
speed to Honey-bunch s flight: but. swift
as he was Farmer Cobb's dog was swifter
and grabbed him by one long soft white
ear. slitting It cruelly with his sharp
teeth.
Honey-bunch never knew how he
reached home. He' was covered wltr
blood and Bunny-bunch had Just gotten
in ana was irantic. noney-Bunch was
afraid she was going to faint but the
didn't.
This taught Honey-bunch a fine lesson.
He never goes far from home alone now
and hasn't been to the lettuce patch from
that day to this.
ET'S tell Papa Johnny slid
Down the banisters he did;
Let's tell everything we know
iverywhero wo have to go."
AMMA said. "Why Johnnie dear.
ame and told me without fear;
But I'll teU you what I'll do
I will stop and punish you;
ATTLE said to Prattle "Say!
Tattling tales will never pay I .
the future well keep still- w .
Tattlers' tltays os& to' trilC. lV
Necessity
Mother of Invention
Ox-tall soup! Did yon ever stop to
think that this Is perhaps the only soup
In the world that Is made out of the tail
of an animal? We use many animals
for food and we use nearly every part.
of the animal but the use of the ox-
tall for cooking purposes Is unique. Its
origin as a soup Is also unique and Is
only another proof Of the quotation
Necessity Is the mother of Invention."
Its use In soup dates back to the
French revolution and Is one of the good
thing that came out of a horror. Dur
ing the reign Of terror In 1793 many of
the nobles were reduced to beggary and
starvation stared many a one In the face.
One of these nobles being more observ-
ant than the others noticed that the
wagons that carried the hides of animals
to the tanneries contained besides the
skins the tails. He also knew that near
ly every part of tho ox was eatable and
so he thought h would try an experi-
ment Begging for permission to cut off
a few of the tails of the hides that tiung
from the wagon ho took fhem to his
home and boiled them down to a soup.
In his starving state he thought he had
never tasted anything so good and he
was not 'slow In telling his secret to a
few of his noble-friends. Very soon there
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JUDD
MORTIMER
LEWIS
Is writing twp stories which are being
printed in The Post each week-day;
Jubilee's Pardner is the story of a boy
and dog. Patsy is the story of a girl.
These two stories are in Mr. Lewis'
very best vein and there is real interest
in them.
Another feature of The Daily Post is
Thornton W. Burgess' Bedtime Stories.
These are stories of birds and animals
a
and they are absolutely true so far
as the relation of the habits of the
birds and animals is concerned. : ?:
The "Dot Puzzle" in the dly tuition
; is also of real interest to the ypuhptcr:
Is The i
was a great demand for the talis of .
oxen and the popularity of the soup gain-
ed and still holds first place among good
soups. Next tin 10 yon eat ox-tail aoupr
you will know bow It was found out
and you will be able to entertain yourj
irlends by a recital of this anecdote. (
FIGHTING FISH IN ST AM
National Sport of Siamese for Many; .
Centuries.
To the Siamese fiih fightinc is what eack 'J.
fighting it to the Filipino a national sport.
The fighting fish of Siam U s tiny ersa .
rare to small that It is often kept in a tumble ' '
of water being fea on mosquito wriggler. For
eenturies In that country it ba been brad ioc t
purposes of combat
It is s beautiful fish with tail and flaa
relatively huge in size and brilliantly colore." 1
The main are the fvhters. They will "tackle
one another any time at sight always raady-j
for a duel their efforts Being directed ti
disabling the adversary by bitioi off the fins. yv
When a fight is organized two of the" v
fishes are placed ' in a glass bowl together. : -The
duel promptly starts and bets are made
as on a cock fight A Siamese "sport" will
wager his wlfa or his child on such a combat
1f his money resources are exhausted.
Fish fighting in Siam it a government oto-i -nopoly.
Such contests are required to pay a ;'
tax to the government -ordinarily per. "
centara of tha receipts.' But this rcgnlatiaar ...
is quite commonly evaded.
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