Page 2 THE O. H. S. TIGER, THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 1923. ON REMOVING FRECKLES Nothing seems more tragic to a girl who is trying to look beautiful, than those brown blotches known to the world as—freckles. No matter what treatment she tries, whether it is one suggested by the druggest, friend, or newspaper, it always proves futile. There are many treatments, butter¬milk, lemon juice, double strength Othine, and we must now add Dr. Cou's treatment "day by day, in every way, my freckles are going and go-ing." If none of these prove success¬ful, the only thing she can do is to believe as a fatalist would that God intends for her to keep them. She is told by the druggest that if only she will follow the directions, she will see magic performed. De¬spite this fact it seems that her freck¬les will not stir. We have heard of warts being taken away by various secrets of the witches, but fate de¬creed that they know no formula for freckles. It is certain if they could charm them away that Macbeth would not have been the only one to see the witches stirring up their ma¬gic mixture and chanting: "Double, double, toil and Trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." Perhaps the most successful of any treatment is that one which is pre¬pared by nature herself. It was sug¬gested to me by a friend and willing to try anything, I immediately fol-lowed her advice. Early every morn¬ing I would go into the garden and wash my face in the dew. However, for after I had a severe attack of La Grippe I decided that it was too ex¬treme an application for me. If a girl should carry out the dir¬ections of double-strength Othine, and be afflicted "with sleep walking, beyond a doubt she would be taken for a spirit from the other world. Al-though the skin comes off your face, blemishes and pimples break out and your flesh smarts and burns like fury, you must only believe that the ap¬plication is working well and that you will soon be rewarded for your patience in enduring it. No one seems to have any sym¬pathy for the one who is performing the ordeal. Mother declares "she is tired of seeing buttermilk and lemons all over the house," and accuses me of having used some article which she just this minute needs to finish her baking; dad soon claims he isj going bankrupt, for despite the fact that all remedies have a money-back guarantee none of these seem to bring any results. Sister soon refuses to sleep with you as long as you get spots (the cream from your face) all over the sheets and pillows. Brother Jack, the torment, drives you crazy calling "sweet little honeysuckle, got your peach and rasberry complexion yet?" No doubt he had been reading some of the promises that the direc¬tions on the jar had 'of peaches and cream complexion'. To the men who written books pn timidity, I would suggest that they add freckles as one of the chief causes. A victim of freckles is afraid to meet a person of any importance because one knows that she will leave the memory of freckles with • that person. There is no doubt that if some per¬son, who could be made to see the need for an absolute cure for freckles discovered some magic which would serve the required results, his for¬tune would be made. He would re¬ceive more glory and applause than Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, or any other member in the Hall of Fame. The only satisfaction one gets from freckles is that they are a sign of lots of iron in the blood, which in turn signifies strength and health. The only sympathy comes from Mrs. Smith, who is always truthful when she says that 'she does not believe you would be so charming without freckles. Oh! vengeance! The only encouragement or prospect for future happiness lies in the fact that some¬times freckles disappear when one grows older.' Yes, maybe: and then they may be replaced by wrinkles. -O-H-S— Bill Jackson and Ralphy Kenney were great business rivals. Each had a butcher business located opposite each other in London. One day the following sign appeared in Jackson's window: "We sell sausages to the King." Not to be outdone, Ralph, the next day put out this sign: "God save the King." —O-H-S— HOT AND FRESH FROM SOPHOMORES Miss Crum—"Define trickle." Elmer B.—"To run slowly." Miss Crum—"Define anecdote." E. B.—"A short funny tale." Miss Crum—"Use both words in a sentence." E. B.—"The dog trickled down the street with a can tied to his anec¬dote." Dere Mister of the Type: Spring have came. Yesterdaye I beholde on street 1 tall female in tailor dress and high hat with feath¬ers piffling from top. She wore limbs nothing on from knee down¬wards to tip of slipshods which were down-rolled. All mens blush with frite and pain, and modest dog cov¬ered intire with hair did howl much disgust. How wonderful are nature! Hope you are same. Japan Friend. Wallace was taking Dorothy to a show. He was very embarrassed and forgetful. "Why Wallace, you've only bought one ticket," she reproached. "Just like me, dear," flashed Wally, "Always forgetting myself." Chet. Z. "Hello! Hello! Is this you Wade?" Wade S. "Yep, speaking." C. Z. "Well, Wade it's like this, I want to borrow two dollars-——." "All right. I'll tell him as soon as he comes in." "Would you love me any better if I had a million dollars?" Clair P.—"Sure not. I'd be thinking so much about the million I'd hardly think of you at all." Rowland B.—"Wah! Boo-hoo." Mrs. Hessler—"Why what is the matter, Rowland?" "I-I c-c-c-called Leon an enigmatical protoplasmic organism!" Sam F. refused to take part in a sewing lesson on the grounds that it was beneath his dignity. "George Washington sewed," said the teacher, recalling the fact that he was a soldier. "You don't consider yourself better than he do you?" "Oh, I don't know; time will tell", replied Sammy. Business Man—"Why did you leave your last place?" Katherine K.—"I was caught kissing my employer." Business Man—"Er um, you can start tomorrow morning." The next person who interrupts the proceedings will be sent home," said the judge. "Hurray", said the prisoner. "What's the matter, little girl?" Catherine C— Emmert and Ken¬neth were fighting and I got hit with "That's it, the innocent bystander always gets hurt." "But I don't know as I was the in¬nocent bystander. I was what they were fighting about!" "Mac's wife stood by the grave of her hubby and said mournfully, "Poor Mac Nab, I hope he's gone where I expect he hasn't." Zinn—"You are the breath of life to me." , , , Norma—Why don't you try holding your breath." VANITY (Negative, side defensive.) "Oh my! What are the girls of to¬day coming to? Such vanity! The way they dress and powder and paint!" The girls of long ago never thought of such things." Such are the expressions heard almost con¬stantly, but just from the people who forget the vanities of their own days or who have never read of the ways of our English ancestors. Perhaps they wouldn't believe it, but long, long ago in England, dur¬ing the reign of Queen Anne, the girls and even the women were every bit as vain as those of today. They would use anything to make a nice pink complexion. In strawberry sea¬son they would rub their faces at night in strawberry juice, thinking that in the morning their complexion would be pink. Cosmetics were used as early as this, but they were ter¬rible mixtures—ours are nothing com¬pared with them. One of the most common contained powdered rice, fine flour, starch white, white lead, oris root and Dutch pink to color it. Making up complexions was an art. Great care had to be taken that the face was "besmeared" properly. Then beauty marks had to be put in just the right place to give the best ef¬fect. But this was nottheir only vanity, for oh! those dresses and shoes and stockings. The more ruffles and frills on the dress, especially the skirt, the finer it was, and the larger the false hips and hoops the girl wore the more finely she was dressed. These dresses were made of all kinds of rich materials and one dress would require three or four different kinds. The shoes in that period had to have long pointed toes, very high heels. All colors of stockings were worn. One of the most common customs at that time- was snuff taking, among j the women as well as the men. The women carried their fancy little snuff boxes with them just as we girls carry our powder compacts. Be¬sides this, the women smoked, not a cigarette (which flappers are1 accused of) but a clumsy clay pipe. Now the next time you hear some one run the modern girl and flapper down for her vanity or habits, «tell him a few of these things about his early ancestors and see what he has to say then! —A Flapper. —O-H-S— SHOCKING Warden: Who are you and what are you charged with? Prisoner: My name's Spark. Iam an electrician and I'm charged with battery. Warden: Jailer, put this man m a dry cell. Love is like photography, because . most of it is developed in the dark. Dramatic Instructor—Imagine; mid¬night, all silent as the grave. Two burglars force open a library window and commence to crack a safe. The clock strikes one. Bright student—Which one? Mr. Leigh: What is the most pro¬minent women's club in America? Keith Ward: The rolling pin. Zinn—"Can an honest man play poker?" Smitty—"Yes, but he can't win anything." TRUE REFINEMENT Affirmative side. "Quietness of person" is the sincerest portrayal of refinement. This does not mean that one must cloak in statuesque dignity and assume a reserved and distant manner. Neither does it wish to subdue the vivacious, athletic-loving type of girl. Such elimination would truly be a loss of no little moment. No matter how good or how companionable a sports¬woman a girl may be, she can never, even with such praise worthy recom-mendation, afford to forget that she is the most worshipped thing in life- dowered with lovely womanhood. Perhaps the reason so many girls forget this point is due to the hus¬tling, energetic life of the twentieth century, which seems bent seriously upon only one thing, to endeavor to satisfy in each day the varied pas¬sions of a lifetime. So you meet on the city streets, winsome little girls in their teens, at the loveliest and most appealing age, girlhood, when you should find them at home. But today it is with eager feet they has¬ten to that port of embarkation; it is with yearning heart they long for the mysteries and glamours of "grown-up" life." They pass you talking loudly, pushing rudely thru the crowd, powder and most times rouge extremely visible upon their faces, marrying their youth and beauty, short skirts, silk stockings, aping their elders quite cleverly. Bits of their chatter drift to your ears as they hurry by, laden with slang, till it is almost a foreign language to our elders not yet versed in the "latest." The subjects of thei con¬versation, topics that are not appropos to discuss in public are absurdly talked over by these "know-it-all- little ladies," punctuated by inane side remarks and gum chewing. Such the little miss of sixteen'summers in this, | our 20th century. "Gone are the girls of of the ribbons and curls." and they have taken with them the most cherished of attributes—true re¬finement. —Louise. —O-H-S— We were in a romantic country. Along the coast the buoys were hug¬ging the shore. The sound of the fishing smack was heard and now and then the waves kissed the beach, and and arm of the sea half circled a sandy waste. Overheard at history class: Mrs. Coolidge: Mr. Wolfer, how was Alexander II of Russia killed? At Wolfer: By a bomb. Mrs. Coolidge: Be more explicit. At Wolfer: Well, you see, it, er— exploded. Grace A: Did you hear about the awful accident in the subway? Mrs. Coolidge: No. Grace: A man had his eye on a seat and a women sat on it. She—There's a lilac bush in Texas fifty feet high. He—I wish I could li-lac that. Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothes Best Styles-Small Cost Nye’s Mens and Boys’ Apparel In the Eccles building Ogden, Utah. The Lewis Co. JEWELERS IN OGDEN Since the year 1870 Figure that out Correct Jewelry KERN'S 2459 Washington Avenue OGDEN, UTAH