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Isn't lie wonderful! Look how spry he Is. Senator, are you going to dance? (fetch him napping If you can! Want to know the youngest man In this crowd? Meet the Senator! Exhibit A. Meet the Senator! Out of question to be treated In a way that was not special and deferential to his great age. How elaborate everybody was in manner toward him. And how elaborately, If you were eighty-eight and spry, you tried to keep up the hallucination of youth. . Senator, dont you ever sleep? Nonsense, I leave It to you youngsters to need sleep. I'm never tired. Never tired! Sometimes it seemed to the Senator, as he climbed into his evening clothes, that the old bones would sag In a heap under him and •eritably need to be swept up in a dust-pan by a servant in the morning. Never tired! Sometimes at dinner, surrounded by his children, grandchildren, guests, it seemed to him that the room began to wave and the faces blur and the lights to dim. But only for a second. Can't be caught napping. What was that you were saying? Bridge. Yes, a little later, but I want to dance first. You young ones are too set in your ways. . Isn't he wonderful! Can't keep up with him. If I have his pep at fifty, IH be lucky. Grandfather, this is my ~ dancev Come, that's a swell blackbottom. They stood on the side lines and • • applauded and just for good measure you gave them the double dip and the hotsie totsy ! . No doubt about it, the way to feel young was to act young. Lovely lithe grandchild in your arms, or often as not, somebody else's grandchild. It kept you alive ^W>*nd going out of the doctor's clutches to dress every night for dinner; dance, .'cards or theater. Kept you on tiptoe, too, to force your memory to be well oiled and your wits nimble. None of I the garrulousness or forgetfulness or repetitiousness of age for the Senator. The mind has to be treated like a fire horse, in fine fettle. Nimble. Responsive. Fleet. Many and many a time, when he felt memory slipping, the trick was to discipline It. Never forget a name. Sign of bad memory. All right in the young, but sign of decay in age. Never repeat yourself. Sign of senility. Never doze in a chair. Never register surprise at the new youth. Reminisce but seldom. Keep apace with current •vents, and compare them favorably, if at all, with the "good old days." It was a strange loneliness, being eighty-eight. Crowds of progeny and adoring youth about one, but all the real people one had known lying in those minaret cities called cemeteries. Practically the entire universe with whom the Senator had been young, and with whom he had grown into ripe age, had folded its hands and closed Its eyes. Even the contemporary old people were of a generation younger than he. Eighty-eight gave you an isolation beyond the explaining. You were of one world and you had to pretend that you were of another. And yet It kept you young. Oh, yes, it kept you young. The curious part of it all, although yon could never explain that, because there was no one left living who could understand, was that it was easy to be reckless with what was left of life, because the idea of death had become so simple. Nothing much to dread. On the contrary, a vast and beautiful reunion to contemplate. Another fantastic aspect of this was that so many who were dead belonged also to the youngsters. Men and women, dozens of them who had died In their forties and fifties and even sixties would be as young to the Senatot in death, when the time came for the reanion, as they had been In life. I will be older than almost anyone la the world of death Just as I am In the world of life! "Rubbish!" said the Senator aloud. "Getting morbid r* Never associate with old age! Another of the Senator's slogans for sidestepping the implications of the years. There were, of course, certain exceptions. Twice a year he Journeyed to the home of a granddaughter to visit her bedridden octogenarian father-in-law, a friend of half a lifetime. Ever so often, .too, he found occasion to visit the white haired aunt by marriage of one of his sons. A beautiful, plump old creature who sat all day like a contented cat, in the sun-drenched rooms and on the sun-drenched torraces of her lovely house and let herself fatten on well-being. Poor old Aunt Ella. Can't make her stir. Sits and soaks herself in son. Salts sillies for people who won't them. Doses by the boor. Lores waiting on. Goes to bad at eight and loves to be sleepy and snooze like an adorable old maltese oat Can't you shame her, Senator I You couldn't shame a great, plump, purring old woman like that. She was for all the world like nothing but a maltese In the sun, sleek, contented, superior, "Come oat of It, tola. Be a young one. Dance!" "Dance, my hind foot, Senator. Too can make your old bones play at being twenty. Mine are seventy-five and I'm showing them a good time." Nothing to do about a woman like that I The summers were a nuisance. No use talking, the boat trips were a trial. A man was supposed to be entitled to look upon his holiday as a period of rest. But nothing of the sort. If you hfid the reputation of being the youngest man on board t[ie floating palace of an ocean liner, there was no such thing as relaxation. Young ones knocking on the cabin door. Come on, Senator, we're all waiting for yoju to come up on board and show who Is the best shuffle board player on this ship. Saving me a dance for tonight, Senator? Oh, I say, Senator, don't you go and desert me for that pretty blonde. You promised to walk the deck with me this evening. Yes, the summers were a trial. Same way at Aptibes, or Paris or t)eauville or wherever youth and beauty flitted. Fight on! Don't let the years so much as get a toe In the wedges of the door. Fight on. Sometimes the tiredness became Just a numbness and thjit made it easier, except you dared not relax. The memory had to be kept oiled, to repartee flawless and tendency to reminisce held firmly in check. Fight on! "You're not an individual any more, Senator," Aunt Ella told him once, sitting on the porch In her huge upholstered chair and daubing arnica along her swollen rheumatic knuckles. "You're the prize exhibit. You're like the dog-faced man and the fat lady and the two-headed girl. You're the old-boy wonder. Can't grow old. The boy-wonder who was cursed with the inability to grow old." ' How she cackled. In age you had to guard against that. Without your being aware, the laugh could become a cackle. Then fell the nine days wonder. Almost like the one-horse shay, the Senator awoke one morning too tired to face the day of the frivolities, the trivialties, the repartee and the challength of youth. His bones hurt His spirit hurt. His soul hurt. The young and younger generation about him declare they can trace his disintegration to the day. Almost the hour. They blamed Aunt Ella. The facetious patter Is that she vampeduilm at seventy-five. Be that as It may, the Senator and Aunt Ella sit now sometimes six and seven hours on end in the groat sunny rooms ojf on the wide sunny terraces of the beautiful country house. The Senator has relaxed so outrageously to his rheumatism that Aunt Ella says of him somewhat testily that It Is indecent surrender. The curious part of it is that with all his shamelessly revealed infirmities, gout, joint trouble, jaundice and a leaking heart, the Senator somehow looked better. Relaxed, |sj Aunt Ella's way of putting it. "Call'it what yoti will," says the Senator, "it's solid comfort. Being eighty-eight has enormous compensations, if you'll Just let yourself be eighty-eight." Scientific Analysis of- Demand for Sustenance At a recent luncheon one of the party described himself as being hungry, and this started another man, who turned out to be a physiologist, on a definition of hunger. He said that experiments have been carried out In America to discover what happens to the body to produce the sensation of hunger. As a result' of these it was found that the two traditional ways of overcoming the feeling of hunger are scientifically Justified. Tightening one's belt, for example, has been proved to check the "rhythmic contractions of the stomach." Smoking, too, has the same effect, and as soon as the contractions cease the feeling of hunger tends to disappear. But the physiologist adopted more conventional methods of checking any rhythmic contractions from which he might be suffering when he entered a restaurant Tribute Where Da* The honor of having suggested the tribute of the "two minutes' silence" has been given to several people. Actually It belongs to a South African statesman--the late Sir Percy Fitzpatrick. The king acknowledged Sir Percy's suggestion in a letter sent to the statesman on one occasion, which read: "The king . . . ever gratefully remembers that the idea of the two minutes' pause on Armistice day was due to your Initiation--a suggestion which was readily adopted and carried oat with * heartfelt sympathy throughout the empire." -- London Tjj^es. Tree Imprisoned in Stoae Some builders in an English town had a surprise when, on sawing through a great block of stone, they discovered, hidden in the center, the bough of a tree ages old. It measured pbout an Inch and a half across. The wood had deepened in color to a chocolate brown, and it was crossed with strips of resin which had fossilized and looked like amber. The tree appeared to have belonged to the fir or larch family, and the age of the wood Is said to be Incalculable. • " 1 " . -- Lev* of Tretfc * >sHrrr It my good friend, to lave troth, for truth's sake is the principal port of all perfection in this world and the seed-plot of all other virtues. V~jfahir Locke. W«®t &ylng Is a hateful and accursed vice, jl Is words alone which distinguish m from the brote cpsatlfa, and knit ns to each other. Early Earcyk IkoMS Plnckney, of Ml Carolina, was our first envoy to Great Britain, in 1792. George Hammond was sent to the United States as envoy In jUk i ^ Vs | TALES... : of the TRIBES 2 By EDITHA L. WATSON T , •. ' V 1 '" •• Ltf(* and Small Be" Bernardino, the largest county In California, 1»433 times larger than San Francisco, mm smallest coaaty la the state. * The Pawnee 'Yfeft Pawnees break into history with a dramatic story--that of "The Turk"--In 1641. Coronado, that greedy and not' overintelligent explorer, found the Turk at Pecos, N. M., and from him heard of the province of Quivtra, far to the north, where there was much gold. Whether the Pawnee was anxious to return to his people, and chose this manner of safe conduct, or whether the Pueblos, fearful of Coronado's un sympathetic domination, sought to lose the Spaniards on the plains, la not certain. Perhaps both points must bf considered. It Is certain that the Spaniards wan dered for some tlroe on th«f Staked Plains, without knowing where they were or tq what direction to go. Then Coronado put the Turk in Irons, ordered YsOpete to lead then: to "Quivira," >nd after 42 days of travel northward, they reached Ysopete's country., the home of the ...Wichita, beyond which lay the land of the Pawnees.' ' ' : Summoning the Pawnee chief, who came to the border of his territory with 200 Warriors, the Implacable Coronado ordered the Turk strangled before their eyes, and then set out on his return Journey. This is the first historical mention of the Pawnee. These people lived in earth lodges, built with great ceremony. They raised pumpkins and beans and corn, that sacred gift to the red man, which they called "Mother." Th men had their heads shaved except for a narrow line of hair from the forehead to the scalp-lock, which was stiffened with fat and paint, and made to stand up like a horn. This very conspicuous adornment caused the tribe to be called Pawnee, or horn. Their rtkme for themselves, however, meant "men of men." They often wore a scarf wound kirbanwise around the head, and this headdress probably was the reason for the nickname of the unfortunate Turk. This was a confederacy, as so many of tlte more powerful "tribes*' really were--a union of several tribes who spoke the same language and had similar customs. The confederacy council of this people was especially worthy of note. Strict rules of precedence and order had been established, and were observed punctiliously. Only those who were entitled to a seat were allowed to speak, but a few privileged men might be present ns spectators. The head chief had powers matching his ability, and if he were able to qualify he was given undisputed authority. It was expected of him that he would be generous and hospitable. The tribes were composed of a nutn her of villages, each of which had Its chief, and these leaders formed the tribal councils and the confederacy council. Each chief had a crier who announced matters of interest ami orders. The chief beaded the warriors ^of the village In case of an attack, but when the men went on the warpath. it was under the leadership of some individual who proposed the raid, and service Jn a war-party was entirely voluntary. The Pawnee seem to have 4>een seasoned travelers^ We find the Turk ut Pecos in the first chapter of their history, and a hundred years later (and for two hundred years more) the white settlers of New Mexico were not Ignorant of these people, w.ho came to steal horses, and who were Indifferent to overtures of peace. For a long time the Pawnee country was undisturbed by the whites. It was not In the area of the Spanish and French contests, and t&e English had not moved In numbers eftough to make any difference In the Pawnee manner of life. However, by the latter part of the^Eighteenth century, the whites had Increased their sphere of action to such an extent that the Pawnees were being troubled by them. New diseases wete Introduced which reduced their numbers and consequently their power. The main trail to tbe Southwest ran through their country, and travel increased with every year and brought with It changes. For some reason the Pawnee did not resist this encroachment as so tunny --in fact, most--of the other tribes did. They were patient and endured their troubles with fortitude, waiting until the government should attend to their needs. Their men served as scouts in the United States army and helped greatly in the subjugation of less friendly tribes. This attitude did not preserve them, however, from the comrtion fate of Indians. Disease and dissipation traveled the emigrant trail across their land. Enfeebled by these Insidious foes, they were not able to throw off the Sioux, who constantly attacked them. Cholera accounted for many of them, and removal to a reservation for more. The glory of the Pawnee confederacy had departed down the^rall ahead of the white men. ; " (ID, lilt. Weatern Niwkd The Kawchodinne believed that the hares (on which they largely subsisted) climbed into the sky from the trees and thus became scarce. When the hares reappeared, it was believed that they had climbed down again. Nicks JOHHSBUSd HERE are a lot of men out tn the lumber camps that aren't going to get home for Christmas," Margaret Tomp- Uns told a group of young men and women at the country club early In November. "I want to get a Christmas bag for every one of them. Who'll promise a Christmas bag?" "I'd like to hfelp,** said Nick Lorring, "only thing is I'm green at that sort of thing. Do you suppose you Could get someone to make a bag and fill it If 1 paid for it?" "Yes; I've thought of that," said Margaret. "I've figured out that a nice bag can be got up for three dollars." A little later when Nick Lorring found Margaret alone he told her he wanted to be responsible for ten of the bags. "I'll send you the check In the morning." Margaret pressed Nick's hand and look^j up gratefully into his eyes. "You're the most generous man In th^ world," she said. 11 Nick yearned to take this opportunity to tell Margaret Just a little of his ever-Increasing love for her, but to do It now, It seemed, would be to taint with self-interest the tenor of his generosity. The afternoon before Christmas ^Margaret telephoned to Nick at his office. "I want to tell you, Nick," said Mar garet, "that I filled all the bags and they were so wonderful. Each one cost Just three dollars. Now I find that there is just one left over after all the men at the enmp have been supplied. As it Is nil filled. 1 can't return the money, but 1 thought maybe you knew of some poor fellow who might like one." Nick thought a moment ns he held the telephone receiver. "1 do know a fellow,* said he. "Used to work for us. Then he quit and went to farming over In the next county. Sort of a luckless fellow. Suppose I take (hat bag over to him." So after the office closing at five, Nick called at Margaret's for the bag. He planned to drive the fifteen miles to the shack where Barry Smith lived and back before his seven o'clock din ner. / The cabin seemed deserted. Nick forced a window and walked In. But Barry was not to be found. Nick felt in his pocket for a match, but matches he had none. Then he groped around Barry's room, but was no more successful. So with nearly frozen fingers he undid the wrappings from Athe Christmas bag, opened It and found, Joe Kins daughter! Vteaiidr and Mabel; son Leo; Mrs. Fred Smith and son Hubert were Woodstock callers Wednesday evening. Mr. and Mrs. George Oeffling and family were McHenry callers Thursday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. William Althoff visited at the home of there son Louis at McHenry Sunday evening. Mrs. William J. Meyers daughter Evelyn visited with Mr. and Mrs- John King at McHenry Saturday afternoon. Jacob Steffes of McHenry visited with Mr. and Mrs. Joe King Thursday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Ben H. Meyers of Racine Wis. visited with Mr. and Mrs* William J. Meyers Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. John Lay and family of Spring Grove Visited with Mrs. Stephen Schmitt Sunday afternoon. Edward Kattnef of Spring Grove visited with Mr. and Mrs. George King Thursday. . Doctor Klontx of McHenry and William J. Meyers were Waukesran sailers Friday morning. The young ladies meeting was not as well attended as usual on account of the severe cold weather. Mr. and Mrs. Ben Schmitt and family were Sunday guests in the Tiome of there mother Mrs. Elizabeth Tonyan. ' Mr. and Mrs. George Oeffling; Alfred Oeffling and Ted Guyser were Waukegan callers Friday. Mrs. Joe Huemann and Mrs. Anna Lunkcnheimer were Waukegan callers Friday. , p Mr. and Mrs. Albert Huff were Woodstock callers Friday. Mr. and Mrs. John Raven of Spring Grove and Miss Emma Freund of McHenry visited with John H. Freund Sunday afternoon. Adam Kirsch; John Bohmen of Chicago and John King of McHenry called in the home of Mr. and Mrs. William J. Meyers Sunday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Steffes of McHenry visited with Mrs. Steve King Sunday afternoon. The Catholic Order of Forester had there meeting Tuesday evening. There were forty-eight sisters present. Bunco prizes being awarded to Miss Agnos Smith first; Mrs. Joe P. Miller second and Miss Alvina Schmitt consolation. Five Hundred prizes being awarded to Mrs. John A. Miller; Mrs. John Hiller and Mrs. Joe Miller consolation. Mr. and Mrs. Alex Freund of Chicago visited with Mr. and Mrs. Stephen H. Smith Sunday- Miss Rose Jung, Miss Fances Jung ard Bernard Jung Were Woodstock callers Thursday. Louis Nimsgern and Susan of McHenry; Miss Rose Jung; Bernard Jung; were Chicago shoppers Wednesday. Mir. and Mrs. Bob Welke of Chicago spent the week-end with her parents. Vincent Wirfs and Edward Justen of McHenry were. Sunday afternoon callers here. * MAVZ YOU SEEN OR HEARD THB NEW REGAL RADIO « 4 or 5 tubes ^ Small but powerful--Tone unexcelled-- At a price any pile can afford--$14.75 $18.50 ' Al»o repairs made on all maties of radios Vincent G. Wirt* Phone 68-J McHenry, HI. •• "Y*U INrt Thought ef Margaret. That,- iald Oomcomly, a Chinook chief, on his visits to Vancouver, had 900 slaves who preceded him. Some of these carpeted the ground before him with beaver ttln*. • ' Ask for Ragont im L'Omr-- "•'ranee is jealous of tbe reputation for cooking she bears," says a writer. A correspondent who is going abroad wants to know how to ask for that Ash in French.--Boston Transcript Eacnrtfmmt "Many motorists," remarks a writer, "have been forced, for financial reasons, to sell their cars." Now they're on their feet again.--London Humorist as he had hoped, a box of matches with the cigarettes and tobacco In the bag. By the time he had lighted a lamp, found fuel and warmed himself, the storm had covered the roads so that to attempt to return that night would be an act of folly. So Nick spent Christmas in poor Barry's forlorn cabin. Fortunately for Nick, he carried, In In his car, a box of groceries, bacon, bread and butter as a present to Barry to help through the winter. Much ol this he left for Barry on his return; from the rest he made his own rather meager Christmas dinner. Rut If It hadn't been for Margaret's bag, Christ mas would have been a doleful day. In deed. When Nick went to see Margaret on Ms way home on December 26, he found her In a state of real agitution "Somehow I felt responsible-for the whole thing," said Margaret "You were responsible for the fact that I had a rather pleasant Christ mas after all You kept me from I freezing and starving to death, you cheered me with a good book, smokes and a mouth organ, and kept me from degradation by means of soap and a comb. That bag was a godsend." "Oh, Nick," said Margaret with eyes very tender. "1 feel as if 1 knew you so much better because ol thia" "Margaret" said Nick, "I've been trying to get up nerve for three months to tell you I love you--to dis traction." "And ever since you sett me the check for the bags I've known I want ed to hear you tell me," answered Margaret. <»>»jM«Cl».N.w.p>p<r aniSli»>l J (WNU hrtlM) Uniform PtSIurn The only similarity among several million ways to stave off a cold Is the fact that they dont work.--Nashville Banner. cS? ^ip ' • M' VsllllltPs LOOK in "his shirt drawer this morning. We'll wager he's down to wearing the shirts that lie used to keep hidden at the bottom of the pile. Make a note of the sizes--' '15^ neckband, lor in* stance, vfth 33 sleeve length. Then come to this store and we'll show you values for his Christmas gift that both of you will enjoy. Fine broadcloth shirts'start as low as-- $1.00, $1.50, $1.95 GREEN ST., McHENRY USE THE CLASSIFIED COLUMNS FOR QUICK RESULTS . ^ Unheard of for i^st Minute Shoppers Pier Cabinets ' ' Magazine Baskets 85c up Waste Baskets 85c up End Tables 89c up Occasional Chairs $6.50 up Corner Shelves $1.25 Living Room Suites 2 pc. $59.50 Cedar Chests $14*50 up Lamps $3.00 up Desks $15.00 and $29.00 Breakfast Suites 5 pc. $13.50 ^ Mirrors and Pictures 50c up V® EVERYTHING IN HOME FURNISHINGS ? A Beautiful Neu> Line of Toys for the Little Folks - W«ll Spokca, Jn4 , ]Sd Tonkins says many smb And fault around the home tryin' to make up for the criticisms they're afraid to shoot down to the workshop.--Washington Stir. 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