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INKLINGS EDITED BY JEAN HAU/OCK Lem Learns Abont Boats Lcm has started his first season as a sailing dog. At least to the extent that he knows he likes a boat when there are few passengers and he's al- lowed to go along. He quite enjoys being ballast. Quite dlflerent Is the proposition of being left at home to watch the house while a boatload puts ofl for the fishing grounds. Lem dis- tinctly doesn't like to mind the house, alone. It isn't that he objects to stay- ing alone, he'd Just rather be where the fun Is! At least so we interpret his actions of last week end. It seems that early of a week end morning a boatload of seven put off from our dock with flshllnes, bait, and the other accoutrements of best design for en- ticing a wary fish or two from the salty depths. Lem was left ashore. Our boat, sad to relate, was already full. There wasn't a bit of deck or a spare seat left for Lem. Besides which, he'd never been fishing, although he'd had a sail or two. We felt that his place was at home, that particular morning, keeping an eye on things. We'd no particular objection if he spent most of the day roaming the woods with scarcely a glance at the house, it being such a nice morning for that sort of thing. But Lem had other thoughts. He ran along the beach, across the bridge, out on the sandbar, and along the water's edge, in the highest of spirits. He even gave chase to a bird or two along the water's edge. But when we headed oflfshore, instead of following the shoreline, Lem frowned. He watched quietly, awhUe, until it became absolutely certain that the boat was going to continue going straight ahead. Then he protested, au- dibly. That being to no avail, he took a lengthy swim, out to where the wa- ter, despite low tide and sandbar, was \over his head.\ Then he swam back to shore. But he didn't like the idea any better. He told us what he thought about it in terms so loud we couldn't help hearing them across the water. And be told us, again, what he thought about sailing, when we came home! YouniLoohSmartU^ ^whTTE* 5TO> 6 Ivans Shoe Store A t ft. 1 . D«p«t RIVEBHEAD An Attic This Is the sort of a day for an at- tic, the sort of an attic we had when we were growing up. That really was an attic worth mentioning! Of course, we used to enter It on sunny days, oc- casionally, but rainy days like this one were when It was at its best. It was the safest, most intriguing place In which to stay in out of the rain. There were three rooms in It, two of them finished of! as proper rooms should be, the third, and largest, all rafters, in true attic style. The attic part was grand for playing all sorts of games, like follow-the-leader, or hide-and- seek, for it boasted all sorts of nooks and cranles. The two real rooms were our haven when we felt like playing dress up,\ or looking through old trunkfuls of things, very carefully, in- deed. For the trunks and boxes in those two rooms were marvelous store- houses of treasures. There were more old-fashioned dresses, there, t h a n any museum would have. There were the dark black silk dresses that made us feel very prim and proper, indeed, when we put them on. There were the \Puritan\ dresses, and the funny little black hats went with them. Even the highest heels we could persuade mother to let us wear wouldn't keep the dresses from traiing around us with yards and yards of material to spare. For even the prim dresses were made generously. We were always al- lowed to wear them, provided we were careful. But we had to be specially good, and specially in tea-party best manner, all good little ladies without a trace of tom-foolery, to get dressed up in the party clothes in the trunks. Those were really dresses. They were really voluminous, nearly smothering us in their depths as we put them over oiur heads. And weren't they grand! There was every kind of material you could think of. The white summer evening gowns were prettiest of all, with their extra flounces, and rosebud trimmings, over net and chiffon im- derskirts. The summer day time dress- es of muslins, organdies, and lawns, had the prettiest patterns imaginable. We liked the flower prints, best of all. The days we spent trying on dress after dress, with make believe tea par- ties, followed by real ones, after we'd taken oCf the dress up gowns, were quiet ones, and very luxurious. Some- times we'd imagine ourselves in an old plantation house, other times we'd be living in New York City, taking a han- some cab around the park. And what quiet little persons we'd be! It was wonderful for making use of our i^ity manners. Quite different from the noisy play in t h e fifty foot reaches of the attic part of the attic! But then, hide-and-seek and foUow-the-leader never were quiet games! On our ex- huberant rainy days Indoors, it was nice to have the attic to' go- to. No matter how much noise we made we didn't disturb anyone. The house was buUt like that! Then there were the days we were allowed to delve into other trunks, the real treasure trunks of that attic. We'd have to put a clean sheet down on the floor in order not to get the things dirty, as we took them out to look. And we'd have to handle each piece carefuUy. No one had to tell us that, we knew Just by looUng at that mar- velous array that they were fragUe things. For Instance, there was a whole boxful of fans. Some of them were routfd fans, that dldnt fold. They were mostly ordinary things, we thought then. Probably nowadays they'd be a collection of one era in fanmaking that would Interest a collector. For many of them had bits of advertising In one corner, and yet they were well made. But the real beauties were the fans that folded up. They were kept in special boxes, some of them even hav- ing covers made in the same design as the pattern on the fan. Most of them were from China and had come from there on the very first ships to trade with that country after the treaty ports were opened. Those fans liad ivory bases carved in the most fragile pictures. We knew what the Chinese ladies and gentlemen and their little boys and girls looked like, from those fan pictures. We also knew what glor- ious colors the birds and mountains and skies of that far away land had, from the hand painted pictures on the upper reaches of the spread out fans. We discovered all manner of queer shells on the cover of one box that housed a half a dozen fans, shells so highly polished they almost were mir- ror-like. Then there was a box of Jewelry that delighted our childish hearts. We'd drat)e ourselves in necklaces, in- ches deep, and have a ring for every finger. There were plumes, too, that had to be handled, carefully. Once they'd been used for hats, those love- ly feathers. Some of them never had been used at all. We thought the hats they came from must have been wonderful concoctions, indeed. That attic had more things in it than we can rememlber, from little tin boxes that were called old-fashioned footwarmers, to mitts of spider-webby lace, Maybe some other children play there, now, on this rainy day. They still can play hide-and-seek under the rafters. Maybe other trunks of treas- ures stand there, too. We hope so; for that was the most wonderful place to play, on rainy days, so safe and com- fortable. Even the dolls stored there were different from our regular ones — dressed in long full skirts, and pantaloons, and even with parasol and mitts, they had the whitest china faces, and pinkest cheeks! Quite dif- ferent from the favorite rag doll, Cyn- thia, who shared our suimy day ad- ventures. Oh yes, we hope there are children there today — playing hap- pUy. Kathleen Norris Says; Be Worth Wanting Girls And You'll Be Wanted (Bell Syndicate—WNtJ Service,) Terc«ntraar] r O f f « r One dollar of each new two dollar yearly subscription to The Long Island Traveler, received either by the Tercentenary Com- : mittee or at this office ^tween ; ' now and July 6th, will go to the ; Celebration Fund. Each week ; the Travels wiU contain news . stories on aU the tatest idans ; and happenings in reference to > the Celebration of the SOOtb An- ! ; niversary of aouthold Town, in • order that not only the home ' ; folk but those Interested in the > Tsreentenary from all p u t s of < : the U. 8. A. may keep In close ; touch with the cunlng events. INHEIHIISHIl! Americ a i s B u y i n g G - E R t f r i g e r a t o r s O n e - M N i n u t o l It's Aaoth«f G - l YMf. inuilcy lad'ChooM G t a A d EUctiic M tf* GtMUK Dollw*l9r*DQllar M h i t i ^ n.iM.1 CONDinONID A I R •HIMIM M hi^ Fmhir Lmiw (5«0 0 DtloMG-lRtMlinionilv*} co^tto ^ h u m l d j g r j u i d t e g irSiuMTSIR MSS^ M M E I R S . M< of Almfi ma Yhu fMfH 'A O-MT (;r M II \ 1 1I L ( I H K ROTHMAN'S DEPT. STORE Nationall y K n o w n MorohandlM Tol . 8 7 7 0 SOUTHOLD, N. T. BU Y T B R C B N T B N A R Y S T A M P S I Tom,\ tuid this girl, \we hav» to take my kid brother to Grandma'i, And Mama teanu me to stop and get her some vanilla. Isn't this fun! This is the first time we've been to a movie together!\ By KATHUSEN NORRIS A WOMAN in our town, af- tey nine childless years of marriage, adopted a baby boy. She and her husband be- came so infatuated with the charms of the tiny Keith that a year or two later they adopt- ed a brother for him. Never were parents so hap- py as these two in their hand- some boys. John Macgregor came home every night to play with \our kids\ and help put them to bed. Nell Mac- gregor boasted everywhere of the smartness of \the chil- dren.\ And when Keith was three and Bruce two, Nature stepped in and sent the Mac- gregors a boy of their own, and this morning when the ages ctf their small fanaily are. five, four and two years I am in- formed that there is to be another chUd. Stop Worrying. This happens to often that it makes one realize that the minute • woman begins to stop fretting, and worrying, and thinking exclu- sively about something, i« often the very moment when she it near- est to attaining it. Over and over again the years, in which • woman talki and worries and hopes tor a child, ar* wasted years and when •he becomea absorbed in lome- thing real and forgets her yeamingf, the contrary baby decidei it i s tim* to start on its way. It is the same way with the un> married woman whoa* whcd* thought is a fear spinsterhood and a desire to sectirt a beau. Shatma- aates aome element that repels a man's interest; she creates about her an atmosphere that is destrue- tive to a lova affair. Such a woman places far too much impcrtanca upon the whola<*thiaff. She can't take love n a t u r a l ; she is alwiira thinking of it, construing the most Innocent firiendljr advances of any man, into serious dadaratloM^ Irightaainf him off with her own too* eagor respons*. Leeks Play Miaor Bala. Hundreds of women, whosa ages raaga from M to 40, write ma avaiy yaar about this pvoblam. Sometimes thejr send their pioturti, to prova to mo that they ara good-Iodklng. A* tt kioka had anything to^ with iti But thoy thitk looks hava. And many a uma it ia bar fuiainMi about har appaaranca, her ambar* tassed apologies for her hair or har old hat, or that maddening Uttla patoh of poison-oak on her cheak- bona that make a man know that hara is a bom old maid, nothing but herself. Or rather, ing of nothing but the impression the man is getting of herself. 8ha can be natural and simple and amusing, with comfortable silent in* tarvals,.in the presence of anyone alsa. But the minute a man is around she goes stiff, self-conscious and silly: tittering, saying things she doesn't mean, painfully shy one moment, wildly reckless the next. al> ways presenting to him not only her least natural side, but making an impression that is absolutely un- fair to herself. Dawlop 'Confortableaess.' The real basic trouble is that such girls make men too important. The man knows it, and while it flatters his secret pride, he goes for com' fortablo'friendships to the other girls tiMse cheerful casual souls who don't mind his seeing them with a cold in the nose, with an old coat, with errands to do. If there is one qual- ity a man likes in a woman it is \comfortableness.\ He likes to be made to forget himself, forget that he is openly announcing himself as an admirer of this woman, forget everything except the pleasantness of companionship and the fun and joy of a good time. The other night, on an evening walk, I passed a small lighted house from whose doorway a tall girl was briskly emerging. A young man was waiting in the garden shadows for her, and as she approached him she was calling back a message into the house. \Mary if you read my book don't lose the place; I will, Mama! I Iwill, Dad. Tom,\ said this girl, joining the waiting swain, \we have to take my kid brother to Grand- ma's, because my sister's here with her baby. And Mama wants m e to stop and get her some vanilla; I promised I'd make a chocolate cus- tard for Dad tomorrow. Isn't this funi\ she went on, as she and the- li^tmg man went toward his car; \d'you realize this is the first time we've been to a movie togetherT\ The FaU Life. The first time. But if I know men it wasn't the last. For in her easy, joyous way she'd told him that she loved her family and needed them, and they needed her, and that even a beau didn't put her father's, moth- er's, sister's, brother's comfort out of her mind; that she was interested in plenty of things other than the excitement of having a man taka her to a movie. To be able to extend simple friend- liness to male friends, as easily aa to women friends, is a real gift. But if it is not a natural thing it can ba cultivated. The secret ia to ba a whole, complete person yourself, not waiting for another parson to round out your entity. Tha moment a woman finds life full «nd satisfying, somo man turns up who wants to break in on that happy, contented life, and share it. She is absorbed in books, friends, work, hobbies, plans. Next summer she is' going to do wonderful thin igs; naxt win- has been promiMd that ador> apartment sha's had har aya on fortwoyeari. Friday night l i sym^ phony i ^ h t and TuMday idght Is flia hilarious ^jianish clasf. on Sun- day she always goes out to bar brother's place and they plenio or do something with the duldren. 8ha has a victrola. a radio and a car and one or two of those mala gtaad* bys ^ are not beaus. exactly, but are always on hand for escort duty on real occasions. ChaUeage to Mea. When an woman whosa as this, a yearning to upset her smug lltftl* aiiiil*.eart takaa mtiiesainii m him. She doesn't need him, and so he has to convince her that she does. He asks her curiously why she. at 11. has not married, and sha can answer with perfect truth and seri- ousness that she's been too busy— es. but twshe l able api eligibla man meet* a •a life is as well-rounded sha likes men. really she does, she never seems to have any time to think of marriage I But surely she'd like a home, and kids of her own? Well, ye-es, of course. But ttien so often things don't turn out right. And she is so comfortable, with her fire and her books and her friends- He then must set to work to con- vince her that she is all wrong. A woman doesn't know what happi' ness is until she marries. He's al< ways thought he didn't want to mar- ry. himaelf, but as a man gets old- er and sees the happiness of his friends— YOUNGSTERS k n o w what they like. Children espe- cially appreciate having t h e same rich Sheffield SEALECT Milk — year around. Sheffield serves vaca- tion-land! There's n o n e e d t o r u n out of milk. 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