l to of and are 'ng ble ou ser an .l Scho I!“ V VJ. V vucv †or “The fliers Lie†but perhaps some of the readers may have them and share them with us. "181106; On the ship that never returned. As he kissed 1113‘ J H fond" hearts watching For the ship that never returned. Chorus. Did she ever return? No she never returned And her fate is yet unlearned. Though for years and years There were fond hearts watching For the ship that never returned. Said a feeble lad to his anxious mother I must cross the wide. wide sea, For they say, perchance in a foreign climate There is health and strength for me. â€has a gleam of hope and a maze Died twenty years ago. My lids have long been dry, dear Toni, But tears came to my eyes. I thought of those we loved so well Those early broken ties; I visited the old churchyard And took some flowers to strew Upon the graves of those we loved Some twenty years ago. Some are. in the churchyard laid Some sleep beneath the sea; But few are left of our old class Excepting you and me. And when our time shall come. dear Tom And we are called to go I hone they‘ll lay us where we played Just twenty years ago. On a summer’s day when the waves were rippled By the softest. gentlest bleeze; Did a ship set sail with a cargo laden For a port beyond the seas. There were sweet farewells. there were loving signals But her fate is yet unleamed Though _for years ‘and yew-'3 there were The spring that bubbled ’neath the hill Close by the spreading beach, Is very low, ‘twas once so high That we could almost reach; And kneeling down to get a drink Dear Tom. I started so. Tonndthstl hsdchsnsedsomuch Since twenty years ago. I’ve wandered to the village, Tom I’ve sat beneath the tree Upon the school house playing ground That sheltered you and me; But none were there to greet me, Tom And few were lett to know. That played with us upon the grass Some twenty years ago. The grass is just as green, dear Tom Barefooted boys at play Were sporting there as we did then With spirits just as gay. But Master sleeps upon the hill Which, coated o’er with snow, Morded us a sliding place Just twenty years ago. 11 never run away. , The war is over now at last The good time’s coming on so fast I’ve waited for to see. Dar Ruth Mum: My, 1m 10, ms [OX/ELY: Did She Ever Return Twenty Years â€"RUTH RAEBURN. It has and if you don’t believe it, take a look at the illustration. A suit? No. a coat! And there you have it as plgin _a:; clay. It deceives one by the clever placing of a band of breitschwantz set below the hip line on this coat of black velour. The classic princess silhouette is preserved in the upper part, but the bottom flares with the aid of two point- ed godets set in parallel seamings below the fur border and a tiny mufl' adds to the genera chic. One can certamly for- give deception when it comes in such Do you remember hearing in your youth the old adage of the tangled web? Of course you do, but who would think it would prove an inspir- ation to a smart courturier! $63.5“ m “m ows cree up, Crescent moon c . Giimpse of the barren breach Through windows wide, Muted by thick walls reach Songs of the tide. Was it but yesterday Or years long done,’ Sprawled on the sand we lay, Warm in the sun? Yesterday, was it, Love, Or long years gone. We watched pale stars above From sands at dawn? Though as the seasons change Sky. sand and sea. All things alike grow strange, Changeless go we. What can the fugitive, Pale hand of Time Take from two hearts that live In Love’s bright clime? Fashion Fancies Twilight and are 1: End of the year-fish and few, y dreams through. ousesaremr and blossomislitb shameshmes _hhd Won": When Coats Practise Deception â€I“! I’m “ï¬lm There ï¬rm the ghost of a show for Slowly he turned, by habit bent, To follow whegever the wqman went. So, open"§t. Peter, and let us pass in.†St. Peter sat quiet, stroked his staff, But in spite of his office he had to laugh; Then he said, a furious gleam in his eye, “Who’s tending this gate, you or I?†And thetnuup he rose, in his stature a . And pressed the button upon the wall Said he btetil the imp who answered the “Escort this lady around to hell.†The man stool still as a piece of stoneâ€" Stood sadly, gloomily there alone. A lifelong settled idea he had --‘--‘ -...I 1.. ma He thought 'that it she went below That he would certainly have to go; That if she went down to the regions and long For my lungs are good, my voice is strong. 80, good St. Peter, you’ll clearly see That the gate of heaven is open for me. But my old man, I’m sorry to say, Hasn’t walked exactly the narrow way, Smokes and swears, grave faults he’s go; I don’t know whether he’ll pass or not. He neveri would pray with an earnest v m Or go to revival or join in a hymn; But preferred to sit in his easy chair; So I had to leave him in sorrow there. He ate what the pantry chose to afford While I, in my purity, sang to the Lord; And if cucumbers were all he got It’s a chance if he merited them or not. But, oh St. Peter, I love him so To the pleasures of heaven let him go. I’ve done enoughâ€"a saint I’ve beenâ€" Won’t thaot atone? Can’t you let him in. But in my grim gospel I know ’tis so That the unrepentant must fry below; But, isn’t there some way you can see That he may enter who’s dear to me? ’Tis narrow, the gospel by which I pray, But the chosen expect to ï¬nd a way Of bribing or coaxing or fooling youâ€" So their relations may scramble through. But say, St. Peter, it seems to me This gate isn’t kept as it ought to be. You ougtltiit to stand by the opening era And never sit down in that easy ,chair, And say, St. Peter, my sight is dimmed But I don’tâ€"I don’t like the way your ’Bout Adalxln and Eve and the primal a : I’ve shown them what they’ll have to do If they’d pass in with the chomn few; I’ve marked their path of duty clearâ€" Laid out the plans for their whole career; I’ve talked and talked to them loud whiskers are trimmed. They’re out too wide, and outward toss; They’d look far better straight across. Well, we must be going our crowns to out“ 951‘; c, “We have come hither beseeching thee To let us enter the heavenly land And plagangur harps with the angel 01 me, St. Peter, there is no doubt; Nothing from heaven car bar me out; I’ve been tok meetings three times a wee And almost always did rise and speak. I’ve told the sinners about the day That they’d repent of their evil way. I’ve told _ _my neighborsâ€"I’ve told 'em St. Peter stood guard at the golden gate With solemn min and air sedate, When up to the top of the golden stair, A man and a woman ascending there. Applied for admission. They came and stood Before St. Peter, so great and good, In hope the city of peace to win, And asked St. Peter to let them in. The woman was tall and lank and thin, With a scraggy beardlet on her chin, The man was short and thick and stout His stomatch was built so it rounded ou ; His face was pleasant and all the while He wore a kindly and genial smile. The choir in the distance the echoes awoke. The man kept still while the woman We Have Pleasure in Printing Request the Following Recitation. THE SAINT AND DIVING QUEEN ON HER DOG BLED Aileen 3188111. Olympic diving champion in 1920. and for several years women’s national amateur diving champion of the United States. temporarily deserts the liquid depths for the icy surface. She is here seenreadyforaskimoverthesnowsoiQuebecinadogsled. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE the gands 6! dollars. sory for inailers to place a return ad- dress on their mailings. If this order iscarriedoutitwillmeanasavingin the neighborhood of $500, 000 annually to the government. The record of the department reveals that this amount is lost annually because of carelessness in addressing mails. The expense is in- curred by 8the department, it is said, in giving a yspecial directory service to some millions of pieces of mail which are carelessly addressed. A suggestion which has been forwarded is a cam- for 15¢ ‘supporï¬ â€™of this ma] growth, ‘ w_hg9h amounts in the day; “Well, this beats cucumbers anyway†And so the Scripture has come to pass, “The last shall be ï¬rst and the ï¬rst shall be last. MAY COMPEL USE There is a possibility that the P06 Oflice Department will make it‘oompui' ineans or eliminating some of their lost time. eflort and expense in hand- ling mall from careless persons. The rethan postalomclals buttherearestlllsolne patrons of the service who fall to heed the advice of the Post Ofï¬ce De- partment. It_ ls‘_the_Po_st Oflloe De- I_ __ _ L‘- _ They gave_ him a. harp with golden A glittering Fat» and a pair of wings He said as he entered the realms of Let him enjoy the music and rest. See that on ï¬nest ambrosie he feeds; Hehasgoteboutallthehellheneeds: It is hardly the just thing to do, To roast him on earth and in future 99.11 _u_p some angels to play their best, The bestwa yto take leave of the stock market isy with a good buy .â€"Vir- Iherg is a_ possuimgy that__ the Pogt iii; of ’_m ‘ the ï¬nal-1 811819319 the OF RETURN ADDRESSES H.J-.SN ELL They are Anne Schaefler. who ï¬rst taught Miss Grifï¬th how to make up. when the latter shared Anne's dressing room at Vltagnph; Kerry Northup, who usunlly played deep-dyed vullens inthoseearlydeysottheclnemnnnd Chalet: Clenry. screenbyr'orrestï¬uaeytmm Menu Homer’s celebrated novel. It mutants was puma; u I Bantu-Inn girl lathepictmuquesemnuotvm tndBudepest. Itucommtothesm mettle nextuondny and'l‘ueedny, wuummsenadu-em “SHOW mom“ coma ’ ms nun! AND “MAY straight in “860w milks" VETERANS SUPPORT Three members 0! the old Vitagraph Stock Company in Flatbush, when Corinne Griflith, in her early teens, Joined Vitagraph, are now appearing in support of Miss Griirith in “Prison- Theyouncjudge bod oboofleuer be!oceh1m.1tmhknutouemd homundecidedutowhutodowith theoflender. WW1! for: moment. he stepped into the corridor and met an old-time jurist. which he played a {canned role with Jacqueline Logan. Armstrong fought. a regular “Knock-down-aud-drag-out" Lina Basquettc and Eddie Quman are the other featured players of “Show Folks"whichcomestothe8tarmeatre January 17 and 18. Carol Lombard and Bessie Barrisoale also have important ersâ€, her latest First National-Vita- mmemttheu'touotwunnd what {a give him.†“Well†replled the old timer. “don't give him more than $4 a. paw-that's all I ever give." 6“ “Oh. j ," he whispered. “I’ve : iotlecger tore me and I don't know ACuol’orthoJ-in gives you all the flashing So gloriously real is Maiestic's COLORFUL TONE that every note, every throb of melody, is lifelike, vivid, true beyond belief. . . . from deepest bass to highest soprano. TONE is all-important in a radio and Majestic has IT â€"free from distortion, humming, background noise . . . at any volume, at any distance. Hear Itâ€"That’s the Test! Hear the Majestic in your own homeâ€"that's the test! Then ARK! . . . to the clicking of castanets, the strumming of guitars, the stamping of heels . . . when Majestic brings you the rich seductive melody of a Spanish Dance. And it’s the same with all dance music from the many ï¬ne orchestras that are rhythm of Modern Dance Music “on the air.†CORINNE GRIFFITH 1 ES for as 36‘ £333 I 3:5; 3%;3% Egg? Egg 3;:gg â€i Demrey‘storwmmue' missu- mC nckxumstortsoonmouth 10:an mmenyshew erin 9241.Thisi lbcttio inte riendsot es. incl†wEKeuns top-3w isintensel both ptiun_ as Jack refers to the MissEdith Angelâ€. gn- BUB 0W MANAGER. m1. Juck M. wife of Jack PAGE 8. l we fl ‘1 M 'e( m In 'B( Ii! m . 1! de NJ Old