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telided thai, there was a certain amount of .significance attaching to colors. Old rose, for instance, means sentimentality, love for luxury, and refinement; orange, ex'ravagiine'.', deceit, egotism, and falsehood', apple-green, narrow-mindedness; heliotrope, hue of admiration; fawn, selfishness; dark blue, honesty and goodness, and crimson, seif-indulgonee. If your favorite colors appeal str.ingly to other people, there is generally a strong .sympathy between you. V" y often they are music to the eyes. Some people are greatlv affected by them, and some are nol. Those who are susceptible to color influences will sec color in music, in people, and even in the sound of names. Blue is said to be the eolor of fait ii. truth, and happiness, and those people whose favorite eohv is bln> make verv loval fpends, faithful in word and deed. T!ii",' Ti"'(T go back on their promise", but fu'fil th.-m at onv co-t. There is a pretty superstition tln't a bride slnuid nlv.ays wear '■"•nothinv blue oil her wedding day. "Married in bloc, he'll always be true." Y.'ornon who prefer a brb.'hf :-Ji-i(!o. Mich as skv-h'u". .re>mrallv possess l ; ;.rli ideels. 'and sufficient determinate;! to carry -.hem out.. These folk are alwavs reiidv to see the best in otli-" nor.-'V. r.lue-grey g'jeri with rath'r :'■ timid, nervous character, very -hv . ,"::d yon-dti' <>, inclined Jo shrink f-e'u conti"-. vlfh the wo,ld in gci|..";;l. IVfd-e, for deeo. dark blues, such p ( sa'iniiiro or eeruflowrr. yoes wiili ur.at chiisfitv of mind and purity of lif\ Yerv limh-souVl ::nd iiisnirincr are those ;:eonle. (■(.„(,,.'; wVh noti. ig Ks Ulan the hi'diest. A liking for bright powderbi'i- ■•'.-. ws mor- \ ituli'v- than I.'i,icnie:it. -N'avv blue is the color of a thouuhtfiil end nraetiral mind wiili niiir-h for. -i'dit ami oration, very iliovridabb' and br.shx-sdiko. while the bbe... black indigo shade goes with n. cold and reserved nature, inclined to brood and become self-centred.
According to the Rev E. 11. Xevill, I an Anglican clergyman who arrived in New Zealand by the Kotorua ii'om hondon, rhere will" shortly lie :i 11 •"' outlet for women's energies, lie .iredicis that female lalior will he needed 1.0 keep the agricultural industry going in England "during the war. lie stated, hi an interesting interview in the Auckland Star, that the rural community has been palled on so extensively by the recrui:.inp authorities that a shortage of hands is feared for the sowing and harvesting of crops. One reason for this heavy call is that the manufacturing communities have 'been left as intact as possible in order that industries shall proceed effectively. Mr Xevill said that he kiicw J that the women of England would respond very readilv to any call for assistance in the fields—they were only too willing to render any service in their power, so that (Ireat liritain would be able to throw the fullest possible weigiit of men and resources into the long and bitter stncglo. So perhaps ere long Britain will witness her women going out to the sowing ami reapim?, and probably it will be the "fashion" for many a daintily-reared maiden to arm herself vitli bayrako or sickle, as she-did not. disdain to do a century ago, and do her part in the -aving of her country. Tic wonun of France have long In en dnm.' their pari. A lady living in a si.ia'i French village writes:—''As to tlie v>m«T.! T don't wan's to boast, but I think that 1:0 women but Freiicliwrnic n oouj.l have done what they have done. Not a man. only old ones about, and vt vou hear the harvest is splendid and the vintage the best there has been for forry years: that will tell you everytliii"'. Perhaps you read the appeal of the flovernmont to the women of France last August, how-they must keep agriculture going and feed the armv. It Is hard work: they'll do it, all right, t was talking to a farmer's wife here, and she said: 'Well, madamo, it was feasible this year, but next, if we have no oxen, ■ what shall we do? You know that every ■ horse under 18 years of age, carts, and ! all motor-cars have been requisitioned, i and hay and corn. Now the oxen are I being taken, and last week had t.i I supply forty-three for food for the j army, big fine fat beauties." f DAVID BKATTY'S WIFE.
WHEN PRUDENCE KNITS.
Be she dancing, resting Hitting, Dainty Prude is ever knitting—
Knitting, knitting, constantly In the house or on the highway, In the town or rural byway, Openly, or i" a. sly way, Click her needles merrily.
Be she motoring or shopping, Not a stitch or noodle dropping, Still she knits and knits away. When she's laughing, when she's griev
In a sketch of Admiral Bcatty's lif", which appears in Collier"s Weekly, tiic writer pays a tribute tn liis wife, which is worthy of quotation. Lad.y Beatly is a daughter of Marshall Field, one of the richest men in America:—
ii'P, Out a-ealling or receiving, Knits she on past all believing From the break to sot of day
i- '.'One may lie allowed, however, to I pay some tribute to Lady Beatty's share I in' his career. The wife of such a men I is either a help or a hindrance— there 'S [no middle course. Lady Beatty, called t upon to acquiesce in the greatest sacriIfice of her husband's life and time to the public service—has acquired not as [ one who makes a sacrifice but as one I who is proud to share, in.a great service. Her life has been entirely shaped by the exigencies of his naval service. She has not sought the conspicuous place in society which many American women in Kngland seem to regard as the chif.f end of existence. She has rather 'tf#oM«l'it; and in doing so'jias made for herself a real place and influence in English social life which no mere din-ner-giving notoriety could ever have ■'achieved for her. She- has provided for her husband in his rare moments of holiday the happy and quiet home life tint is so dear to every Anglo-Saxon worth ' the name; and when he is at sea. she makes the sea her home, too, living |'*q*ui«tl,v aboard her yacht at the ba?e port in the waters where his squadron is stationed.
Mufflers «row thro' lengthy sermons For the Belgians, French and Germans, Sweaters waistcoats, shirts galore; Wristlet, sock, and woolly mitten— Every minute she can fit in It deVotcd to her knittin' For the needy men of war.
Whence it is, tlio' I adore her As old Petrarch loved his Laura, I don't dare to mention it, Lest my soft interrogation, Voicing ardent aspiration. For a litVloiiL' conjugation. Shall eiioit'onlv '-KXIT!" ..TohjiiKendrick Bangs. New York Life.'' ' ' '-■ ■"' ALIEN ENEMIES. (The German mother speaks to the English mother.) On the cold frontier-line of death I won my man-child; blood and breath; At a, great price, in'glilfs of night, Purchased the mourning for his sight. And in a silence big with fear Fore-wrought the. musics he should liear
"And when war came she turned her ,yaeht into a hos])ital tender, where, linger her own charge and witli a perfect surgical and nursing equipment, wounded men may be conveyed from hospital to hospital or the 'consulting sifrgcons carried swiftly where they may 'lie tnost required. So though she cannot he with him at this hour in his "rim post, she is with him in the service of the navy."
And you?—all, who should know but I The. wings of death that beat so nigh. The deathly dark, the deathly' dews, Thi' soul that will not yet refuse,
And all you risked, and all you paid. When out of you your son was made ?
Your son and mine in love were bred, Your son and mine in hate are dead, Yet never hated, never knew
GERMAN AFTERNOON WAR TE VS.
Tlie sense of wbat they had to do,
Tlie Swiss papers are poking fun at the new "afternoon war teas" inaugurated in' the German capital. There is no thin and delicately curled bread and butter "at these functions, but thick tranches with a lump of something which might be a cross between olemargarine and gniyere. The idea is partly to nmSe Berlin society realise what the food of the men at the front is tyke, and partly to make itself accustomed to the class of fare Berlin will be glad to get b"fore the year is out. According to a Writer in the Tribune de Geneve the fashionable quarter of the city is already experimenting with loaves made of a mixture of buckwheat, rye and potatoes. One of these military teas was given at the Reichstag under the patronage of a committee of Parliamentary ladies. Its success was pronounced. "War pies" were a. speciality—sold and rudely cooked on purpose—with tough cakes covered with goose fat, which ]?•'!■- lin knows as "leather substitutes." The point about this particular five o'clock affair was that nothing wan served that did not contain in some form or another the regulation rye and potatoes. Many ladies insisted that everything was far more savory on that account. The best known actresses of Berlin lent grace to the party. SIGNIFICANCE OF COLORS.
But perished, brother slain by brother, Who might as well have loved each other.
Tlie happy bunds, too good to put
To the red business of the brute;
Tlie candid eves that death's release Found peopled with the dreams of peace, Tlie hope beneath my heart that grew--All, who should know them if not you?
Dear mother of.a murdered son, Ours is the end by us begun! Ours the strength the drums called up. And ours is to drink the cup. Of childless days, of childless years, Salt with 'the' taste of blood and tefirs.
Dear murdered m'other!—still to die The women's regilKWi'ts' go by; No music of the march for them, And for their souls no requiem, When, 'mid the screaming of the guns, Thi; mothers perish in their sons.
And we are foes, or so they tell me— But in the wonder that-.Mel me,
When, solitary soldier. I Fought for the life so soon to die— When out of night 1 brought, I won, My morning star,-my | little son — When at the utter risk and cost
I gained the solace 1 have lost — When underneath my opening eyes Lay that which now all altered lies— When to my warm and passionate breast 1 held the limbs now cold in rest—
A well known actress once said that when she f..]j; "out of sort*" she wore h<-r happy color, which acted as ;i tonic, nii'l she advised women to find out thoir tonic, color and wear it. She also con-
I knew one peace that shall not end, And every mother, for my friend. —Gerald Gould.
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Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 244, 24 March 1915, Page 6
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