Herbert's Weekly from Hiawatha, Kansas • 4

HERBERT'S WEEKLY. VALUE OF AN EDUCATION. HY cannot boys appreciate the value of an educa tion? The educated man is the one who can get to the front these days. He can do everything ROMANCES FROM REAL LIFE BY E. W.

HOWE. Fashion note The latest thing in Paris is the monoplane hat, a duplicate in appearance of the famous Bleriot monoplane, with propellers for hatpin heads real propellers that whirl in the breeze. But even at that it might be worse. There have been some with dirigible balloons tendencies. Rev.

W. Pippin, of the Baptist church at Forest City, is one, all right that is, he is a pippin, and not a church or a city, although he has made some start toward the latter goal. He has married three women in haste, and without the formality of a divorce. He has been arrested, and will have the desired leisurt for repentance. a Newport society women have decided that, while it is all right to witness the performances of a barefoot dancer, the same being Countess Thamara de Swirsky, it is all wrong for American social queens to appear in the same performance with the dancer.

The Newport society women will also probably decide other important matters when they get around to them. In his series of summer sermons, Rev. C. F. Wimberly, pastor of the Morris Lindsey church, and one of the most prominent ministers of Louisville, preached an "Abstain From All Appearances of Evil, and in his discourse stated that base ball, pool and billiards are the "crying evils of the cities." From all of which you may gather that the Rev.

Wimberly isn't entirely city broke. Mary Rojesvaky, a Polish girl employed by a wealthy Pittsburg family, is dangerously ill as a result of eatlngr perfumed bath tablets. She hadn't been in this country long, and thought that was the way to produce the desired effect. Judged by her performance, and not by her name, she might have come from Kentucky instead of from Poland; there is not, however, any desirable perfume about the celebrated Kentucky internal bath. the uneducated man can do: work on the streets, in the mills or factories, in the mines and packing rooms and then some.

If he has the education he can advance from the packing room to the office; from a common mechanic to a boss. The educated young man can depend on either his body or his brain for support, while the uneducated must depend solely upon his physical resources. A man was regretting a few days ago because his 16-year-old boy (the age when they know it all) wanted to quit school and go to work. If he will go to school a couple. of more years I will gladly put up for his expenses, said the father.

But the boy had his neck bowed and will likely remain out of school and plug through life. "The boy has a good appearance and learns readily, and I know education is the making of him, but I cannot make him see it, said the father A few days ago a widow, who moved here to educate her two sons, made this complaint. One son kept at it until he had secured a business course and holds a position of responsibility. The other boy is fighting against spending any more years in school. The mother, who has been sacrificing all her life, and wants to see that her last child is fairly well educated, is becoming discouraged.

"He wantsrto go to work now, so as to get more money to spend. I cannot make him see that, with a better education he will be in a better position to make more money, if he must have it to spend, she said. Then there is the young farmer who thinks education unnecessary in his work. If he will take the time to read up he will find that some of the most successful big farmers today are the well educated men, who have sense as well as education, and who can combine the practical side of farm work with the scientific and get results. It is almost criminal for a young man to be an ignoramus these days, when so much money is spent to furnish him a good education.

But you can't make the young man see it that way. He knows Too Much already. Yet what he knows is not the knowledge that will ease the fight for existence when he reaches middle life or old age. Ed. Howe.

igl 4L jj THE CHEAP DRINK. sr HEN I am dry as a fish up a tree, then I to the hy-'u drant repair, and fill myself up without ticket or A New York girl, or a country girl in New York (everything outside of New York is the country to New Yorkers) wrote a sob squab note telling how it was impossible for an Honest and Virtuous girl to make a living in New York, and then shot herself. She was clad in a blue silk evening gown. All that is pretty good advertising, and, since the shot didn't kill her she ought to do well in vaudeville. But all this preliminary advertising isn't the best; she played her highest trump when she refused to talk.

For a woman who can do that, the rest should be easy. a 9 Mr. and Mrs. John Potts, of Philadelphia, have successfully schemed twice in marrying off daughters without the expense of a trousseau, or wedding. They simply put the family foot down that the wedding shall not occur and then the daughters elope.

The second elopement in the family within a year occurred last week. Mrs. Potts thought her daughter, Blanche, was smitten with George Milward. She secured a confession from her daughter, made a terrible row, and the daughter and young man eloped, the girl wearing a suit of her father's clothes, as the mother had locked up her own clothes. When Blanche returned with her husband her mother forgave the bridal couple, and gave the bride her clothes.

The same thing happened a year ago, when the bride's sister eloped: it LOOKS like a scheme. all I want half a gallon or more, and then I lie down on my couch; when I rise in the morning my head isn't sore, and I don't wear a dark brindle grouch. I've carried an icewater jag by the week; it never impelled me to strike; it never induced me for trouble to seek, or throw chairs and things at my wife. It never has cost me a job that I prized, or tangled me up with the cops; a claim of this sort isn't oft advertised by the gent who is fond of Red Drops. I've tanked up on water again and again, and never was jawed by the boss for having a mouth like the nest of a hen, and breath that would melt a brass joss.

I've carried a package of that sort of I've gone on a well-water bust, and no one would give the contemptuous wink, or step from the path in disgust. I know that it isn't a popular drink, because it won't poison or drug; some fellows are partial to violet ink, or lightning that's kept in a jug. But water's the liquor of which I will brag, its virtues and merits I'll tell; so hey for the uplift ing ice water jug! And hey for the cistern and well! Walt Mason..