MAY COOL HOMES IN SUMMER
Hungarian Engineer Has Designed
Evaporation Scheme to Regulate
Temperature.
Americans may soon be living In
j'ice houses.”
The houses will not be the kind in
which ice Is stored, but a new type
of dwelling designed by Leopold 1 ‘oi
ls k. an engineer and constructor, of
Budapest, Hungary. He Is ennteui
plating building a house manufactur
ing plant in Philadelphia so that the
public will have a place to escape the
sweltering heat without trekking
shoreward or northward.
Mr. Poliak said that the houses will
be made of infusorial earth and cov
ered with porous bricks. In appear
ance they will he similar to those
used by the natives of South America,
who use “monkey jugs," or water bot
tles made of pottery, to cool their
homes.
The South American natives place
in each corner of a room a water jug,
and in a few moments the room is
cooled by evaporation. Mr. Poliak
does not go into detail about his new
plan, but states that he can regulate
the cooling of a house In summer In
a similar manner as that of heating
the same building in winter. He said
he can make a home as cool as an ice
cellar on the hottest day in the year
at a cost uf approximately 10 cents
a day.—Philadelphia Public Ledger.
Reached for Hip Pockets.
Making of moving pictures Is rather
a novelty In Arizona, and BIshee resi
dents have difficulty In getting used to
seeing gaudily dressed western “bad
men" rushing around with artillery
strapped on their belts.
Some nf the real old-time western
ers ate apt to jump to the wrong cup
elusion when a "movie westerner" goes
on the warpath. For this reason a
moving picture company, planning to
stage a holdup scene at the depot at
Osborn, eight miles south of here, had
the train crew warn passengers no less
than ten times before reaching the sta
tion that a "movie train robbery”
would lie staged. In spite of tlds sev
eral old-timers on the train reached
for their hips when the "bandits” ap
peared and had to he convinced1 by
fellow*passengers that the holdup was
not the real thing.—Los Angeles
Times.
Explosions.
Volcanic explosions are commonly
regarded as the release of stores of
energy kept confined by externnl pres
sure, and boiler explosions and geyser
eruptions are typical of this class of
outbreaks. An expert of the Foiled
Tell 'em vou hew it in The Newark Journal
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Pains
Were
Terrific
Read how Mrs. Albert
Oregory, of K. F. D. No.
1, BTuford, III., got rid of
her ills. “During ... I
was awfully weak . . .
My pains were terrific. I
thought 1 would die. The
bearing-down pains were
actually so severe I could
not stand the pressure of
my hands on the lower
part of my stomach . . .
I simply felt as if life was
for but a short time. My
husband was worried. ..
One evening, while read
ing the Birthday Alma
nac, he came across a
case similar to mine, and
went straight for some
Cardui for me to try.
TAKE
CABDUI
The Woman’s Tonic
“1 took it faithfully and
the results were immedi
ate,” adds Mrs. Gregory.
“I continued to get bet
ter. all my ills left me,
and I went through . . .
with no further trouble.
My baby was fat and
strong, and myself—thank
God—am once more hale
and hearty, can walk
miles, do my work,
though 44 years old, feel
like a new person. All 1
owe to Cardui.” For
many years Cardui has
been found helpful ia
building up the system
when run down by dis
orders peculiar to women.
Take
Cardui
J- 82
(©, 1921. by McClure Newspaper Syndicate )
Mr. Bowser was going over to the
store on an errand the other evening
when lie met a man named Jones, with
whom he had a slight acquaintance.
Mr. Jones was walking by fast and
i seemed very much excited, and it was
perfectly natural that Mr. Bowser
| should ask:
“What’s up, Mr. Jones—Is any of
[ the family sick?”
“No, Mr. Bowser, hut I was going
i to the police station, and I wish you
I would go along with me.”
“Why do you go to the police sta
tion?” queried Mr. Bowser.
“Say, I made a great discovery, and
an awful tragedy may be close at
hand!”
“Tragedy?"
“Yes, one of the worst tragedies
that ever happened in this town. I
am glad I met you. You will tell me
what to do."
“I can always tell a person what to
do I” pompously replied Mr. Bowser.
“Go right ahead and tell me about the
discovery.”
“It Is like this,” said Mr. Jones. “I
was waiting for the car, about six
blocks down the street, when I saw a
man sneak into an alleyway, between
the cobbler shop and the grocer. He
cameo someining unuer ms arm ana
he carried tt mighty carefully. My
suspicions were aroused at once.”
“That's right," said Mr. -Bowser, as
lie patted him on the shoulder. “Al
ways have suspicions. Go on.”
“The man ran out of the other end
of the passage, and I went in to see
what he had been up to. I found a
box in there, which he had left. It
was about the size of a cigar box and
wrapped up in brown paper. I did
not dare to lift it up, but I got down
on my knees and listened to see if
there was any clockwork inside. I
didn't hear anything like a clock, but
I did smell something which gave out
an awful smell. Does an Infernal ma
chine give out an awful smell?”
“Most certainly,” was the reply.
"They give out a smell of sulphuric
acid. That’s the way the police find
them.”
“It wns the same kind of a smell
that hair dye gives out, but it can’t
lie hair dye."
“No, sir—no, sir! It’s an infernal
machine! It lias been planted there
to tdow up the country and the grocer,
and we must thwart, the Irish design.
If that bomb, or infernal machine goes
off, it. will tear down buildings by the
dozen and break windows by the hun
dreds.”
“We will send the police right up
there!" said Mr. Jones.
“No, we won't do anything of the
kind! We will remove tlint bomb and
carry it to the police station!”
"But, excase me, Mr. Bowser; I
don’t want to get blown all to atoms
and I presume you don’t.”
“See here, Mr. Jones,” said Mr.
Bowser, as he swelled out Ills chest.
"Tills calls for a brave act. It calls
for nerve. It calls for presence of
mind. I am just the man to flt the
place. You can take your s£and across
the street, and I will go into the pas
sage and bring out that box. I have
“He Found the Cigar Box."
accomplished just such acts, dozens
of times, and shall accomplish this!”
“If you do, you are a true hero,''
said Mr. Jones.
“Well, I have been called that many
times, whether I deserved it or not.
If I sacrifice my life it w ill be in the
cause of the public. Only one life will
be lost and, whereas, if the bomb is
left to explode, it may kill thousands.
Come right along, Mr. Jones, and point
out the place.”
“By George, Mr. Bowser, but I wish
I had your courage! I am not exactly
a coward, but I would not handle that
box, if unyon/e was to offer me a mil
lion dollars 1"
The two walked down the street,
and, at length, Mr. Jones pointed out
the passage. It wasn't so very dark
in there, as an electric light, across
the street, shed some of its beams.
While Mr. Jones went across the street,
Mr. Bowser stood for a moment, {jeer
ing and smelling. Cold chills passed
over him and he felt the perspiration
start on his scalp. If he had bden
alone he would have backed out, but
Mr. Jones was watching him. There
was heroic work ahead, and the j»ai>er
Would give Mr. Bowser columns of
praise. They might even publish his
full-length picture.
Drawing u long breath, he entered
the passage and, midway of It he
found the cigar box. It was reposing
on the ground us sweetly and softly
as a young lamb. No one, to look at
It, would dream that It contained the
lives of hundreds or thousands of peo- |
pie. It would blow that grocery a
hundred feet high, and the grocer
would never again sell hutter at 70
cents a pound. It would, at the same
time, send the fragments of that cob
bler shop four blocks long and the old
cobbler who had raised bis prices three
times would never raise tlreru again.
In fact, be would lie raised himself
and when the fragments of Ills anat
omy came down, the most expert doc
tor of surgery could not patch them
together.
There was the Kobln Hood club
across the street. There would he
about 50 Robins roosting inside and
smoking their cigarettes and drinking
their champagne. In one Instant they
would be wiped off the earth, and their
blood mixed with brick and water.
“The Captain Hadn’t Any Questions
to Ask.
There was a church, two blocks down.
How many miles In the air the spire
of that church would sail when the
explosion took place It was hard to
estimate.
Other things would happen. The
force of the explosion might even
reach Mr. Bowser’s residence and
ttirow Mrs. Bowser down and stand
the cook on her head. The box must
be removed at whatever cost.
As Mr. Bowser stooped over to pick
It up, lie might have murmured: “Now
I lay me down to sleep." but, at any
rate, he got the box and appeared
carrying It with the greatest care. lie
crossed over to Mr. Jones and received
tlie praise lie deserved. Both of them
took n long smell of the box. Tt cer
tainly smelled of sulphuric acid, or
the .stuff which makes hair dye give *
out such a beautiful- odor. I
“Now for the police station," satd j
Mr. Bowser, and they walked on.
The box was belli# held at arm’s
length, when they entered the slatton
and walked up to the sergeant’s desk.
Mr. Bowser was, of course, spokes
man. He was breathing very hnrd '
when he said:
"Sergeant, I have found a bomb or
an infernal machine, and I wish to
leave it with you 1”
The sergeant looked up In a cnreless
way and pointed to the captain's room. ,
Mr. Bowser and Mr. Jones entered and
told tlielr story. The captain hadn’t
any questions to ask. He carelessly
felt for his pocket knife and cut the j
siring and removed the paper. Then (
he pried up the lid of the box Rnd
looked in. An overpowering odor |
gushed out and he had to turn away i
Ids head as he said:
“Say, you boobs, you ought to be
locked up for a week for playing such j
a trick.” I
"What is it?” asked Mr. Bowser, as j
he advanced and took a look for him- ,
self. |
There were six eggs In the box. One |
of them had become broken. Tliese j
eggs were anywhere from alx to ten
years old.
Mr. uowser ana Mr. jones goi oui i
as soon as they could anil that ended
the tragedy. Mr. Bowser didn’t boast
to Mrs. Bowser of his courage when
he got home, and the papers didnt
publish a single line about It.
Raised Rare Orchid From Seed.
The lizard orchid has been saved
from extinction by the efforts of a
cottager In Kent. He has proved that
Is is amenable to cultivation from
seed. At one time this rarest and
most beautiful of British orchids was
thought to have entirely disappeared,
and the iindlng of a specimen In Kent
after a lapse of many years caused
quite a sensation among botanists.
Since then only Isolated specimens
have been found at considerable In
tervals. Now, however, a cottager
named Fox, living at Adlsham, near
Canterbury, has succeeded in raising
a number of plants from seed sown
under nntural conditions, and has a
score or so of plants in bloom.—Lon
don Mail.
Square Pegs.
Secretary of State Hughes said at
a dinner, apropos of the army of office- j
seekers that is Infesting Washington:, ■
“Political appointments should be '
made carefully. The average politl- 1
cal appointment reminds me of an an- j
ecdote:
“Louis XV once appointed as royal
librarian a certain gay blade named
HJgimn.
“The appointment was most unsuit
able, and when M. d’Argenson, Blg
non’s uncle, heard of It, he said:
“ ‘Excellent, my boy ! At last you’ll
have an opportunity to learn to
read.’ ”
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