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Ask him for a tinâ€"today. It gets rid of dirt easily and quickly, no hard rubbing and scrubbing . . . Issue No. 37â€" This is proof, said Hungarian ln-' thorities, that Hungarian parents are the most prolific in the world. Gold medals were awarded 6,000 other Hungarian mothers, who, com. bined, have a total of $0,000 children â€"an average of 13 1â€"3 children each. Mrse. Krammer. who is on!yfl 4;*y;trs old, now has 21 children, She was married at 16. Budapest.â€"â€"Mrs. Antal Krammer, a peasant woman living near Budapest, has been awarded the Government‘s Arst prize for having more children than any other mother in Hungary, 7 t LALAT i Struan Complin and his sister, llrs.":i’."":'r::,’:‘,:’“l'.';, 2 v5 Margaret Langford, with her three-lurry'tn. two copies of year.old son Bobby, left here recently | :he :’I"":;e :‘"-\'a_l;'"fl,' In a bus that Struan purchased oR Fsent an n fagt resort a stage company where he was fOr=! brother, The Vulture, 9 throne. On the same lir merly employed, Seaman, who â€" become; uocms omm m Glynn. ws o% on Budapest Regina.â€"Regina‘s first brother and rister fiying combination are seeking new adventure as they travel by bus toward Cariboo, B.C., 325 miles north. east of Vancouver, where they plan to engage in placer mining and in cperating a stage line, Are Flying Partners 21 Children CC -vvlull“ thunder of the drums,. Suddenly, through that there came to them the °. ) »erespte, T enonr t eliPeesâ€" CHAPTER XxviI } GLYNN‘S TRIUMPH _ Almost unconsciously and unheedâ€" ingly, those in the Premier‘s ~room had been hearing from outside the full rising and falling roar of the shouting mob, the rolling booming sÂ¥ oa2~ ® 11 L Commissioner Rawly leaned across Glynn and remarked to Norah on the other side of him, "There‘s going to be some fireworks round here preâ€" sently. Get flat down on the floor when the shooting starts. And I think we ought to get this young fellowâ€" meâ€"lad to bedâ€"or a mattress well down on the floor for preference, Good job these Indian palaces â€" are mostly built of marble and stuff thatl won‘t burn easily," S0 Oe m Emt MEcre had been a picture of the Prince. But toâ€"night, toâ€"morrow, or next day, there is nothing, nothing at all, that would be made possible to pass through the projector." The three who listened to him â€" the Premier, the Secretary and the officer commanding the guardâ€"lookâ€" ed at each other. Commissioner Rawâ€" ly, sitting beside Glynn, was watchâ€" ing the thrée, with half an ear on the murmured talk of Glynn and Norah. He guessed the significance of the last look that passed between the Premier and his Secretary and from them both to the Commanding Officer. He heard the abrupt words of the officerâ€""With permission I go to order my troopers to horse, and out swords," saw him salute, turn and stride out. He stood aside from the t to which the film had been out, and waited with an anxi on the face of the operator man stepped forward with clamation of satisfaction, but eye fell on the tangled rubt the table, he stopped abruptly ed a moment, flung a glance at the impassive faces of th mi€r, the Secretary and the of the Guard, and with clenchec moved to the table and began over and examine the film. , eold, unhurried "But may I say there is no minute to lose," he added earnestly. "It was known the moment the police car arâ€" rived with the one they call the Flying Couries, who brought _ the film from London by air, and from Karachi by train. They are already clamouring for the picture, and there are many who shout loudly that there will be no picture, that the tale of a film of His Royal Highness the Prince is a li¢. There have been brawls in the crowd between groups of men of the Prince and those of his ha‘fâ€"brother the Vulture. _ May 1 have the film quickly then, and put it in the projector?" "The film is here," said the Preâ€" mi€r. "It isâ€"is damaged. But if you can mend enough of it to show it is a film of His Highness, you will be well rewarded. See!" I Â¥ goon iCm e O TT ANCECIETY: II¢ Wwas a young Angloâ€"Indian, keen, alert and intelligent looking, and he spoke ‘and bore himself with the politeness of an educated man and the assurâ€" ance of a technician, sure of his knowledge. His Cagern®ss and haste were patent to both the men to whom he spoke. He was ready, he said, and the film would he running two minutâ€" es afteér be got back with it to his machine. The operator was shown in, his salaams, and moved quick]j the Premier and Secretary. He little bag he carried and turned out of it the broken remnants of the film found under the dying man. It was cracked, broken, twisted and tied in knots, charred in places by fire, smeared and clotted for the most part with halfâ€"dry sticky blood. The Premier and Hasim stared at it with bulging eyes and dropping jaws. A servant slid into the room and over to the Secretary, who, after a word from him, said quickly, "Bring him in," and to the Premier, "The film operator." Un film is stolen by envoys aboard the lin« ceived at Hydrapore i is meeting the Prince‘s The second film is stol rescued by the police. The police offiecr had The Sec'retaryr and the &hcer of 2. °6 stolen by the Vulture‘s aboard the liner. Glynn is deâ€" at Hydrapore into believing he ing the Prince‘s representatives. ond film is stolen, but Glynn is huw E.10 â€"320" nd with clenched ja\{r; table and began to turn he tangled rubbish on stopped abruptly, glarâ€" flung a glance round film had been tl;;‘n;; ‘man, pilot of Imperial Airâ€" els by Air Mail to India, vo copies of talking films of of Napalta, who is too ill to self. The talking films are last resort to foil his halfâ€" e Vulture, â€" to usurp â€" his the same liner travels Uorah ho becomes interested . in with an anxious eye the operator. â€" The Flying Courier SYNOPSIS moved quickly to the Preâ€" interested _ â€"i}; opened the table on an â€" exâ€" . as his By Boyd Cabie in, made Moncton, N.B.â€"Whatever it may ’mean, a renewal of youth or otherâ€" wise, â€" Roland Mitton, 92â€"yearâ€"old farmer of Little River, Albert Counâ€" ty, N.B, has just begun to cut hig third set of teeth, His second set disappeared 20 years ago, He still 1 does active duties about the farm, Apricot stones, imported to Britain, are manufactured into face powder; In Germany they are converted into high explosives, Iona, an island of the Hebrides, sees a policeman only once a week, _ Me comes over from Mull, and as evi. dence of his appearance an inhabitant is asked to sign his notebook, Motor cars, bicycles and roads are unknown on the island, A wordless dictionary, which aims at recording the dying Indian sign language, is being compiled in Am. erica,. It will be filled with those strange symbols by which the red man once made treaties, carried on trade, and parleyed with white people. a grey background T itfi d us d iA w it d o |of Peru, is the country‘s saviour in times of drought, Its huge umbrella. }llke leaves condense the moisture of the atmosphere and precipitate from 10 to 15 gallons of water a day, Supromnsuuey Owls see in the dark, according to & new theory, because of the infra. red waves emitted by their eyes, which pick up rats and mice and dis. close them as white objects against when crossing a field A cow has been sentenced to death, after trial by jury, at Grud, Jugosla. via, for the murder of a thirtyâ€"year. old woman, She was fatally â€"tossed Cc L e acie . Luus "Then howâ€"one was stolen _ with your bag at Galilee; the second is thereâ€"useless wreckage. How is it there is one by the same Air Mail that brought you?" ‘ _ The two dashed off and the Pre. mier sank back in his seat mopping his brow. "But how it this?" he ask. ed in a puzzled voice. "The Prince was emphatic in letters and cables that only two copies had been sent." "So there wereâ€"only two," said Glynn composedly. \ "Run," cried the Premier, thrust. ing the tin into the hands of the operator, "â€"and â€" you, Hasim, out quick and shout that the film of the Prince is here, will be shown within minutes," The rain tree, one With frantic haste the cover was torn off, a round tin pulled from the cardboard packing, the lid snatched off and a roll of film exposed. "Don‘t waste time to examine it," cried Glynn. "I guarantee it is what you want." ‘ WN I AKIY Glynn pounced on one packet. "Betâ€" ter open that," he said, "and quick, too. The Prince‘s film is in it. I ought to know. I packed and posted it myâ€" self." "There has been no time to it all" he explained, "or more glance through the letter from Prince." "It came some hours ago," said the Premi€r, and Glynn stared at him with dropping jaw. "It came," â€" he gasped, as the Secretary lifted a tray full of letters and packets from a table beside him. ‘ ‘"Matter," â€" shouted â€" Glynn. course it matters. Nothing else When will it reach you?" "It‘s all right, Glynn," ml;rn Norah soothingly. "The Air doesn‘t really matter just now." Everyone there thought his mind was suffering from the strain and per!xaps the blow on his head. Glyun staggered to his stared. "No film reached y exclaimed. "When â€" does y« Mail arrive? Didn‘t it come train we did?" "Captain Elliman, you ought to go to bed and rest," he said kindly. "You have done your utmest, and we all understand it is no fault of yours that at least one copy of the film has not reached us." | The Prince‘s Premier hurriedly recalled himseif to a sense of his duty and hospitality. Calmly but quickly he crossed the room to where Glynn sat slumped back in his chair with Norah on his one side and Raw‘{ ly on the other. cavalry trumpet, clean ‘nd sharp as a knife cutting through ‘cheese. As the first soaring notes shrilled out, the roar of the mob died down and away, and even the insistent thunder of the drums muttered and faded inâ€" to silence. But as the last trumpet note pealed out and cut off, the roar of the crowd, the beat of the drums rose again, and swelled and reverbâ€" €rated in an ominous passion of fanâ€" atical calls to strife, murder and war. It‘s a Queer World Third Teeth (To Be Concluded. ) TORONTO , Glynn," murmured of the wonders o his feet and ached you?" he does your Air time to open more than on the “Of does. Mail And oh, they loved to talk of Burnsâ€" Dear, blithesome, â€" tender Bobby Burns! ‘ the they spent. A Eyal Cared not a whit for style‘s decreeâ€" For he was Scotch and so was she. Among the many poems written by Mrs. Blewett none was more popular than "For he was Scotch and So was She," which reads as follows:â€" They were a couple well content J With what they earned and what a:nths.'_’i:e;c'l'l % how to guard l her health at this C \AM* $ critical time. When she is a happy, l!ulg:y wife and mother she will 7. 904 mechade® | Mrs. Blewett showed in unusual | measure an understanding ofâ€" and sympathy with the common people,. |Her writing nppealed to the heart more strongly than to the head, and her work was clipped and cherished. by thousands who had no love for the more sombre classics. She knew Canadian life, east and west, and above all she knew human nature, and this fact shone in her lines, prose as well as verse. She dealt with homely subjects in a homely way. She did not attempt wild flights or rhapsodies or deep philosophical proâ€" blems, but she wrote in simple, every. day language of everyday affairs. In particular she appealed to girls and women readers. Her thoughts were always wholesome and sometimes had a religious touch. She ever sought to interest her readers in the ideal, and had no sympathy with the sordid or unwholesome phases of life. WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER COMES TO WOmMaNHoop W-“mlooddxum ed in 1897 and another, "The Cornâ€" flower and other Poems" in 1906, both having a wide sale. A collected edition of her poems was issued in 1922. Her first published and paid for poem, accepted by Frank Leslic‘s Weekly, was a lullaby to her own‘ baby. While still in her ‘teens the deâ€" sire and ability to write revealed itâ€" self, and her poems, short stories and articles in the press began to attract attention. In 1890 she pubâ€" lished a novel, "Out of the Depths", and since then many short stories have appeared from her pen, and work was commenced on a new novel illustrative of â€" Canadian girlhood. Some years ago Mrs. Blewett won a prize of $600 offered by the Chicago Recordâ€"Herald for the best poem on "Spring" when the editor wanted to ascertain if the subject could still be treated freshly. A collection of her verse entitled "Heart Songs" appearâ€" 30 eeee Re oo en ie her mother Mrs. Blewett was related to Duncan Ban MaciIntyre, the famâ€" ous Gaelic poet. Mrs. Blewett, poet, novelist and newspaper contributor, was born at Scotland, Harwich Township, Kent County, Ontario, Nov. 4, 1862. Her parents, John and Janet (MeIntyre) MceKishnie, were both natives of Argylishire, Scotland. She was eduâ€" cated at the local public schools and at St. Thomas Collegiate Institute. At the age of 16 she was married to Bassett Blewett, a native of Cornâ€" wall, England, who for many years conducted a farm â€"near Blenheim, Ont., and died in 1919, some years after removal to Toronto. Through piscl ) 13 FF _ Chatham, Ont. â€" Jean Blewett, prominent Canadian authoress, died here recently. She had been staying at the home of her brother, William McKishnie during the last two months. w Mrs. Blewett who was 72 years of age had been in poor health for some time. Jean Blewett, Prominentâ€" Canadian Authoress, Was Beâ€" loved by Girls and by Women Readers of Three Generations Wellâ€"Known Ontario Writer Mourned Orange Pekoe Blend "CALADA L7 TETE 2R CTTUUTUTE than surround a maiden in the most select of boarding schools. Every deâ€" tail of conduct is supervised as care. fully as diet and exercise. Though, says this young woman, the superâ€" vision is hardly necessary. The girls take their dancing seriously. They are artists, and so much time is re-} She is playing now, four times a night, in the floor show of a well. known night spot. Her revelations of what goes on behind the scenes, there, are upsetting. A chorus gir) is hedged with more restrictions | She was a country girl who gradâ€" uated from college, taught school for a time, and came to the great city to study music. To live, she got â€"a job at the world‘s fair in the chorus of a show. She was dismayed â€" when she found that the job called for nudity in a peep show, but she stuck to it, and won a prize in a beauty conteéest, This led to livingâ€"picturesâ€"betâ€" ter pay, but harder work. All day, she stood with nothing much on, beâ€" ing ogled by prurient oafs. In odd moments, she practised the violin. Then the perfection of her figure caught the ye of a seulptor, and she increased her income by posing for him. This meant more work, but she still managed to put in some hours assisting a frmous composer in the orchestration of a symphony, (H. V. O‘Brien in Chicago News.) The term "chorus girl" has a wickâ€" ed sound. When to that is added "artist‘s model" the air takes on a purplish hue. * Yet I luncred yesterday with a girl who plies both trades, and a gentler, more refined (to use a quaint Victorian word) or livelierâ€"minded young person I never met. Beside her, most debutantes would appear crude. Are You Artistically Inclined? We offer you practical instruction and criticism on Paintâ€" ings , Landscapes and Flowers in Water Colours. Send a three cent stamped envelope for full information. Artists and Authors, Amateur to send us saleable Sketches ; I Stories and Articles, Life of a Chorus Girl Ideas Unlimited ___THIRTYâ€"NINE LEE, AVENUE, TORONTO ~__THIRTYâ€"NINE LEE AVENUE Mrs. Blewett will be missed by a wide circle of readers and by â€"the 11any friends her sweet and unâ€" assuming personality had gained for her But near of heart they ever kept, Until at close of life they slept; Just this to say when all was past, They loved each other to the last. They‘re loving yet,â€" in Heaven maybeâ€" For he was Scotch and so was she. strife; R $ They couldn‘t always just agreoâ€" For he was Scotch and so was she. I would not have you think this pair Went on in weather always fair, For well you know in married life, Will come, sometimes, the jar and freeâ€" 8 $ For he was Scotch and so was she blind. § tst With words or pence was neither away ; No liking for such things had they, And oh, each had a canny mind, And could be deaft, and dumb and From neighbors‘ broils they kept For he was Scotch and so was she thing t They scorned to yield it to a king. Ah, proud of such they well might be.._ They loved to read of men who T C A They never wearied of his song, He never sang a note too strong, One little fault could n#ither seeâ€" For he was Scotch and so was she. Ideas Wanted ur or Professional are invited » Hlustrations, Designs, Short "When Mrs, Davis takes another look around, she‘ll change her mind,‘ seemed to be the general verdict, Mrs, Davis said the only wellâ€"dress. ed women she had seen in England were those wearing tweeds, Ti Dr: Wernet‘s Powder holds false d e io sns anelr y or ursâ€"they ac y paturalâ€"eat, ] ing without fear of any dipping% b world‘s most eminent denmuâ€"tbz Znov it‘s the bestâ€"just sprinkle on; wa enummes ul2 u9 is S iticinpialitisees Headss 3 "English girls are bad!y dressed, They have no dress sense. American girls are much smarter," Mrs, Davis was quoted as saying in the Daily Mirror: London.â€"lncredulity greeted a bit. ing criticism of the way British girls dress, launched by Mrs. Tobe Coller Davis, United States fashion expert, wome lae o W 5 Fashion Designers who have just returned from the Paris openings â€" express themselves as convinced by the numâ€" bers of evening models which â€" enâ€" courage a higher waistline effect, es pesially as combined with a molded line, for evening wear, Higher waistlines have had insistâ€" ent quotation in wireless reports from the Paris openings, frequently linked with the Directoire period so that there is no doubt as to how high they arc. In this connection there is reâ€" ference to "nightgown" dresses which suggest those simple belted frocks, hanging straight to the floor which are so closely associated with the Dirâ€" ectoire period,. These models appar ently are on the simple sides of fashâ€" ion while those with fullness and forâ€" mality quoted as taking their cue from the Renaissance period show n’ reverse style picture. Nightgown Dresses Have High Waistline Every day motor traffic is increas. ing in volume, yet with all the genâ€" eral knowledge at the disposal of the «@utomobilist, some drivers seem to be unaware that there is particular danâ€" ger at grade railroad crossings. Alâ€" most daily the dispatches carry deâ€" tails of deaths caused by some co.re-‘ less motorist driving upon a rail road crossing in front of an approacblngl train, Thhese drivers seem to be so careless and jrresponsible as to make their acts little short of criminal, Inâ€" dividuals of seeming intelligence, able to possess cars and operate them, reâ€" mair as ignorant when it comes to driving across a railway track as the savages who have never seen a railâ€" road or locomotive. It is a good policy to take a minute and save the rest of your life, For hours after leaving her. the dismal auguries of the politicians left me cold. I can‘t believe that the country is going to pot when there are such vividly courageous personâ€" alities still in it. ; _ That life is seldom as it seems was my thought as I listened to this young woman‘s clean, shrewd philosophy of life, We talked of books and picturâ€" es and far lands, and I was agape at the breadth of her knowledge, the subtlety of her responses, the clearâ€" eyed humor of her realism. How do young persons of the chorus occupy their time between shows? Well, believe it or not, they put on old riding breeches, strap on rollér skates, and, without removing makeup, go whizzing through thei streets for a breath of fresh air! "If I wanted to be sure a girl would go straight, I‘d put her in the chorus of a good show," she says. for play. quired for work that little is left Style Of British Girls Fresh from the Gardens Safety First f11 The bhuman brain, the seat of sensaâ€" tion, is itself without sensation,. Its tissue is ingensitive to any feeling or And for pure exultation, there‘s this passage on the hop.â€"of from the becalmed African coast: "We‘re off? Noâ€"spankâ€"spankâ€"spank â€" but almost â€"â€"I held my breath, We‘re off, No more spanks, Yes, we‘re off â€" we‘re rising, The engine smoothed off into & long sigh, like a person breathing easily, almost like someone singing ecstatically, We turned from the lights of the city, ‘The plane seemed exultant then, even arrogant, We did itâ€"we did it!" "I was wearing, in addition to wo@l. len underwear, one thin wool shirt, one thick wool shirt, onp wool sweat. er, wool riding trousers, several paire of wool stockings, furâ€"lined kamiks and helmet, and over everything the hooded white blanket parka designed for us by Dr, Stefanuson, 1 was quite warm except for my feet, which 1 sat on, and my bands, on which I put another pair of mittens." Her longest dissertion on her own clothes could hardly be called a fash. ion noteâ€"it was over the Greenland ice cap: _ _ She makes her travels lve again: missionary outposts of Canada; the country dances of Greenland; ijce. land, where gliants conguered the land; Leningrad, "a beautiful city gone a trifie shoddy"; Moscow, "amazing combination of old and new," Making her debut as author of vivid travelogue, Mrs. Lindbergh tells about the 933 fiight around the North Atâ€" lantic, on which she bandled the wire. less key, bergh dips her pen in thrills and color to tell in September‘s National Geo. graphic Magazine how it tee}s to zo globeâ€"trotting with ber famous airman busband, Anne L“"be"th Dips Her Pen In Thrills and Color _ _Mr. Kearney warns about fireâ€" places and chimneys favorite huntâ€" ing ground of the stray bolt. And open fields, And tall trees. It is not wise to choose the tallest of a group or to stand too close to any tree. But even so, we can remember with comâ€" fort that the odds are small. _ Dramatizing self in electric storm: serves to set the fearâ€"there is no doubt about it The only real reliet is actually not to be afraid. We should work toward that end with children even though we are hopeless cases overselves, She blames her own fear on the procedure of her mother when she was little, of pulling down all the shades, hauling her small daughter into a dark room, covering her head and uttering low moans at eve» y crack. Washington,â€"Anne A real soldierâ€"mother, this â€" She knows the agony of storm terror and she wants her children to avoid it if possible. to say, "My, oh, my; now it‘s going to be cooler.‘" "Usually 1 can keep going. Some times we start a game or I even sing. But one thing I never do. 1 never talk to them about the storm except The miracle is due to her own conâ€" troi. "If I‘m scared too much to hide it," she says, "I say I have a little headache and lie on the couch with my face to the wall, They play about. But, of course, I know what they are doing. They laugh at the "boom bang" up in the sky, and make funny eyes at the flashes. One mother with a family of little folk has an unconquerable dread of storms. _ Her terror of lightning amounts almost to hysteria. But not one of her children bothers about a storm. _ There is nothing so catching as fear. Catching because it is already there to spring into life at the first engagement. And few things can make life so wretched as these fear obsessions of ours, The fewer wears with which children grow up the happier life will be. One of the hardest things in the world is to cover our féelings when one terrific blast after another shaxâ€" es the earth open. Yet it is precisely what we oldsters have to do when our brood is about. Therefore the chances are small of meeting our Maker by way of the storm route. "Three times as many art killeo tripping over rugs and five hundred times as many are killed or hurt by automobiles, he says. _ Paul W. Kearny tells some things about lightning. In this year of storms it is com forting to hear that out of a hundred and some million people in the Unitâ€" ed States, less than 500 are killed by electric storms, although only an average of 2,000 are injured. Control Your Terror If You Want Your Children to w be Fearless HOW TO SET FEAR Is Contagious Morrow â€" Lind. MUTT 25