Judge — September 17, 1927 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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LADIES’ HOME JOURNAL NUMBER { 7° you remember, in your j | grandmother’s house, the | long mohair sofa and, at | =~ 4 one end a noggin of gin, a and at the other the neatly folded afghaf? I recall dis- | tinetly the scratchiness of one and the smoothness of the other, and I'm tickled silly that afghafs have |; again become the rage. They never wear out, so if your grandmother had an attic, get up there and play: “looking for af- ghafs.” If she has no attic make | one. An afghaf is knit in strips, like bacon, and then laid end to end. | For this one I used an old-fash- | ioned barroom design with alter- | nating strips for a chaser. Four | jiggers straight and then one on | the house. When the edge is | added this makes an afghaf about | forty-five by sixty inches. With stretching, pulling and incidentals, the afghaf will ultimately be about fifty-six inches wide, soaking wet. One ball of Scotch wool knits about 13 inches, but I’d play safe and order a car load; if you have any left over you can have some fun with the kitten. When finished, lay upside down on a clean carpet. Then dampen with a watering pot, stretch sev- eral times and go to bed. In the | morning you will be all out of | shape. As for colors, choose a neutral tone. If the afghaf is to be used in the billiard room a_ neutral green will spoil your three cu’ shots. Beige, gray, mahogany, | dull rose is lous: Red, orange. yellow, blue, green and violet are out. For a bedroom, the light black and blue, and high y Os To be Up-to-Date We Kuit an Old-Time Afghaf By JACQUELINE CLUETT will give you nightmares. The afghaf will wash beautifully, and if it becomes faded, it can be thrown away or fed to the moths. For the barroom design, cast off and bear due west. Ist NeEEDLE—K. 4, p. 14, k. 2, p. 14, game. 2np NEEDLE—P. 4, k. 11, signals off, o. k., n. g., shift. 38RD NEEDLE—Scratched. 4TH NEEDLE—Purse $800, four- year olds and upward; one mile and a_ sixteenth. Time—1.47. Weather clear; track fast. 5TH NEEDLE—4, 8, jack, 10 of spades; ace, queen, 3 of hearts; 9, 2 of diamonds; king, 7, 6, 4 of clubs. Bye me. 6TH NEEDLE—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, &, 9, 10—ready or not you must he caught. 7TH NEEDLE—P. 4, K. K. K., c, k. 4, S. O. S., H20, good lob, deuce, your add, game. 8TH NEEDLE—3 stroke, stroke, stroke, knit 1, purl white, stroke, 0’ st_and cloudy, half a length, Harvard wins, time 14 min. 8 sec. Begin again with the first needle. For making the bar rail in the design, cast out 38 stitches. First needle’ knit, second needle purl, third needle substitute. At the Ist buoy, start wit back stroke, triple play in the skip th rounds and claim a fou! in the 4th. Repeat chorus. vi are: K— per minute, to right at off rope; 2 not anchor. insert back 19 What Do You Know About Your Journal? Q.—By what other name is this maga- zine known? f The Home Germicide. Q—What is its purpose? A.—Oral Hygiene. Name two recent mystery stories A.—1. The Pink Toothbrush. 2. The Yellow Mask. Q.—What criticism is often advanced of this periodical? Ss A. maintain that it is too mouthy rs that it is a skin game. Q. . K. Curtis? A.—A big lather and soap man. Q.—What serial is running in the “Journal” at the present time? ,, i e Nuts. ent animal story. f x Tail by Campbell. _ Q.—Characterize the stories appear- ing in this monthly. A.—The facial cream of fiction. Suggest a sales slogan for this ne. —"May we send you a trial tube?” Journal of a Girl Olive Palm sat tapping her foot on a floor of magic texture in a hotel at one of the famous resorts. She had the beauty men admire and yet there was something lacking. She had no date. “Here you are, Olive Palm, without a date, figure it out if you can,” she sighed, “Lux sure against me.” How lovely she looked in the net dress over her fisher body, as smart as the Ritz, and as sweet as a girl graduate. . . . And why has Olive Palm no date? The Resinol tell you—but keep it mum— men turned away from her—because men notice it, too. Olive fought back her tears. She was pretty, she had been popular. She brushed away a mosquito . was life to Flit away thus? “Olive Palm, Olive Palm... tele- gram. . . .” She was being paged. She read the telegram. Was it true? Could it be? It was. She looked at her- self in the mirror. It was only a small mirror. She laughed, for she could laugh easily now. Men would seek her out at last. She would succeed; others with_no training had done it. A career! A career!” she cried hap- pily. She read the telegram again. OULD YOU ACCEPT $5 FOR ONE AFTERNOON OF EASY WORK IN YOUR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD?” It was a life-saver, the old confidence came back—the danger line was passed. comicbooks.com