"sled over | would Tre Hol Sade] Beatrice Fairfax on Woman's Longing to Be Needed By Beatrice Fairfax, Who occupies a unique position In the writing world as an author. ity on problems of love. OT long ago I attended a N play in which an amusing situation attracted my in- terest. One of the characters in the comedy, cleverly portrayed by the young juvenile, was making desperate and unsuccessful ef- forts to win the lcve of a charm- ing young girl whom. I shall call Bthel. But he had offended her by some trifling fault and she re- fused to notice him. The harder Eddie tried to win Ethel the more maddeningly independent and indifferent she became. At last Eddie sought the ad- vice of a clever, attractive, older woman. He asked her how in the world he was going to win Ethel The lovely lady looked quiz sically at Eddie and smiled. "I've played many roles in my Hfetime," she said, "but never before have I played the part of Beatrice Fairfax." There was a general laugh at this line. And I am sure no one laughed with more genuine amusement than I. Then the lovely lady proceeded to give the unhappy Eddie a bit of sound, sage advice. "Appeal to Ethel"s maternal in. stinct," she counseled. "Much of feminine love consists of sym- pathy, pity and desire to cheer, which is simply an expression of woman's maternal Instinct. "You act so healthy and cheer ful," she declared "that Ethel doesn't feel you need her. Mope a little, See if you can't seem dejected. That will give her a chance to mother you." Eddie followed this canny ad- When next he saw Ethel he managed to look and act blue and generally wretched. "What's the matter, Eddie?" Eth "You're not fll, are you?" Bddie nodded, obviously too jSnkappy to speak, and sank into r. Ethel ran to him, felt his pulse, smoothed back his hair from his forehead, gave him sound ad- vice about taking care of him- self. The day was won for Ed- die. A reconciliation with Ethel Was an easy matter after the ap] to her sympathy. 's profound truth back of this amusing little incident of a light comedy. A wom- an is never so happy as when she feels that she is needed to insure the well-being of the man who appeals to her, for then the mother-love, which is inherent in every finds expression. My young friend Emily num. hare abe her admirers a man wi social position, sterling character. He seeming- ly had everything to offer Emily. refused Yet she his proposal of ied the mar or were pus- her indifference. She to me the other 'day refused what seemed Way a ant match, me everything a 8 heart could desire if I hm," said Emily. . me over and over of his love. But his talk was of what he would do H ny she "He LOVE AND THE MATERNAL INSTIN CT | As Others See Her ab 2 A DRAWN BY NELL BRINKLEY Tr L ely. Decovat at us from every page. Shes that seem to be needed to ill stands glimmering. teeth and tells you how to have I said one Summer eve- ning, "let's walk down to the edge of the field and see the sunset from there." Bunny kept silent in my pocket. Only once in a while his two ears would pop out and he would look around ra \ "Fell all right, Bunny?" I asked once, patting the little fellow. "Oh, yes, thank you, Foxy Grand Tm all right" said éé Co Bobby and Bunny," + bby of runn around, so he took a stick and commenced digging a hole in the loose earth at the edge of the field which had been planted some time before. £E% Bk cfd i E flip over the pages of the WwW daily papers, we d these days--and she looks SHE. All the pretty and decorate the things that we are after reading. She swirls her delicate draperies over lovely land- scapes where a bright automobile that you ought to buy She shows you her pretty snowy She kicks her dainty silken calves and Cinderella slip- FOXY GRANDPAS STORIES magazines, weeklies, ustrate and elucidate them just like hers. WEASELS. As I raised my stick off they scampered like rolling balls of earth. i We started home. The sun had disappeared by now and, as we walked along, Bunny ed out of my pocket and hopped by my side. "I was of that, Foxy Grandpa," he sald, looking up into my face. "Many of my re lations have been cut off in the prime of life by those wretched weasels. I hope that you fright ened them so that they will de- cide to move. Otherwise I will not have a very peaceful vaca tion this Summer." Copyright. 1925. International News Servis, ine WHEN DID IT HAPPEN ? pers through stories of modern romance, She smiles at you under a close-cropped bang; glitters in marvelously delicate and jewel-like photograph in shimmering coats and snake-skin close frocks. Every page. modern SHE. All the same girl--ditferently seen--dif- ferently treated. As many "ithers" see her. + Actually ---- Decoratively ---- Caricaturishly. AND------=not only that. the pretty thing looking at us from the page--but from the printed page as well. And there, --ah me--, but she A half dozen to the page. FASHION FADS AND FANCIES By Mildred Ash--- ARTER® get gayer as G skirts grow shorter, for 'twould be a pity not to show these amusing little novel- ties of shirred ribbon trimmed in rosettes with a painted doll's head in the center of each. More grotesque but less lovely are those bearing the painted head of a white rabbit or a black cat. Practical and pretty purses are of Italian striped silk, mounted on These are spacious enough to carry many litite odds and ends, and durable enough to stand gen- Beach fashions are boyish and feature an extremely masculine striped flannel robe in place «f the feminine capes, of rubberized Our pretty, not only in pictures is Garie through green or blue portrait. atwri sh ly is. seen mucnly, and through different eyes, and differ- treated And she's all the same these--~our wonderful times. see her through generous eyes. Don't look at her either girl--just our pretty girl of Try to be one of those who glass, or you won't draw a rue When YOU have your portralt made--you won't mind it it's actual--decorative--or will want it "fair," won't you? --NELL BRINKLEY. even & caricature--but you SECRETS OF HEALTH PRICKLY HEAT By Charles A. L. Reed,! o Ay Former President of the Ameri. can Medical Association. HE heat of Summer often causes the condition that is known as prickly heat. It is important, however, to know whether your baby has prickly heat or something more serious. Prickly heat, which is not con- fined to babies, is so called be- cause it comes during the heated term, is associated with a feel- ing of heat in the skin in which IN BABIES. throat you may safely treat the case yourself. hia Remove all irritating clo 8 especidlly any clothing that has the slightest bit of wool in the fabric. Flannels ought not to be put on bables during the hot weather. The old notion that a baby ought to have a flannel bellyband is just a granny super- stition that has tortured count less millions of defenseless bal * Give the baby a bath with tepid water containing a very little inate. Ahatnes of borax a le um bicarbonate, ut an even teaspoonful of either one in a quart of water. Dry the skin with a soft absorbent cloth but without friction. with a little fine talcum, after which let the baby lie naked for a time. These same principles apply to the tendency of the baby's skin to become irritated in the folds and creases about the groin, crotch and buttock. But keep flannel away from the baby's skin during the Summer Copyright, 1935. by King Features Tomorrow: The Effect of Lime Diseases. k THE BUGABOO OF THE TIMID, "THEY SAY" By Lucy Lowell. "N HEY say" is a bugaboo. It jumps out of corners at folks with a silly "Boo!" and scares some of them 'most to death. I know a charming little old lady who loves to go to church. But she doesn't go. It just hap- dens that no member of her fam- ily is in position to accompany her on Sunday morning. "And I'm afraid 'They'll Say' that it looks strange for an old woman to go to church all alone," she explains. I know a girl who lives in a crowded bit of an apartment in the heart of the city. She spends eve leisure moment tramping coun lanes. She wants to live in the country. Bu¢ she doesn't dare. "Everybody I know lives in town," she says, "and I can't think what "They'd Say' if I moved out!" Then there's a young man who believes that getting his feet damp makes his throat sore. And his wife buys him overshoes and brings them out mornings and begs him to wear them. And he flies into terrible tempers. "Overshoes!" he fumes. "*They'll Say' I'm a grand- mother!" And he roams into the wet and his throat gets sore and he's very miserable. The fact of the matter is that "They" don't do nearly so much saying as vjctims of the bugaboo suspect. . Very few are as interested in the affairs of others as they are in the things that concern them- selves. And it takes something preity big, something ever so much more important than wear- ing overshoes, for example, to drag attention from their own concerns. : To think that you're about to Create a furore by stepping out of the trodden path points to a little too much self-consciousness on your part. After all, any person Is of sufficient con- sequence to upset the equilibrium of everybody. Furthermore, there's nothing especially to be feared In what "They Say." Your friends may speak of your dress, habits, pos- sessions and so on. But while half their comments are likely to be kindly, the other nalf are Just as lkely to be idle words, fox-. gotten as soon as they're uttered. Why should you jump when the bugaboo, "They Say" croaks "Boo!"? Copyright, 1925, by King Features Syndicate, Ine. CORRECT MANNERS By Mrs. Cornelius Beeckman Telephone Etiquette. EAR MRS. BEECKMAN: When I am called over the telephone and am not at home, is it correct for the person who answers the telephone to say, "Who is it calling, please?" or should they simply say, "She is not at home. Call her later." 1 would always like to know who calls, If it is not incorrect SFgaF hil ii g : Egg HH ir £ f : rete fal"