Children of the Market Place, by Edgar Lee Masters. MacMillan. This is the type of novel that Mr. H. G. Wells likes to write. It contains a rambling, ambling plot but is big with sociological history. Mr. Masters takes a young Englishman, brings him to Illinois in 1833 and has him grow up with the country. He bestows on him a mulatto sister and makes him the intimate friend of Stephen A. Douglas. Thus he gives him a chance to watch the problems of the new country, the growing importance of the middle west, the daily discussions as to slavery, and the triumph of the nation under Lincoln over the separate states. The description of the debate between Lincoln and Douglas is one of the best things in the book. You really feel as though you were there. Mr. Mas!ers' books are as irritating and as fascinating as his poetry. They irritate by prolixness but they charm by a certain brutal humanity-thus the hero's indecision as to whether he shall marry a brainy woman or a bit of the eternal feminine and his later rejection by a young woman because she wants children and he is too old to have them. These are two of the episodes that make the book a slice of life. It is a book for everyone who loves the history of his country to read. Lincoln appears only in the last part but all the rest prepares the way for his appearance. It is really a Lincoln book.

Then Came Caroline by Leila Horn Richards. Little, Brown & Co., Boston. The story of a family of girls will always give pleasure to girls of the high school age and

"Caroline" is the latest arrival in a long, never ending series which started further back than "Little Women." The formula is very easy. You take five or six girls between the ages of six and sixteen and you tell of their home joys and sorrows, their school life and finally you marry them all off. Usually one dies and one goes to Europe. The author of "Then Came Caroline" is a resident of Salt Lake and she handles the far from novel formula in a fairly expert manner. The only novelty she introduces is to have the children transported from Virginia to Colorado and thus give them the benefit of mountain air and liberty. The most noteworthy of the five sisters in this book is nat urally Caroline. She is not an Emmy Lou, far from it, (would that she were), but she is a lovable, mischievous little girl and her story would make an excellent birthday gift for any girl of thirteen. Later than that you had better not risk it. Louisa M. Alcott stuff is a bit demoded in this movie age.

Dancers in the Dark by Dorothy Speare. Published by George H. Doran and Company. This Delineator yarn is aptly named and should be an eye opener to mothers, though possibly not to their daughters, showing as it does how thin and brittle is the varnish of civilization and morality. We all know that good and evil exist in the world but we are too apt to forget that there is no great gulf fixed between them, that each is daily exposed to the assaults of the other and the result is often problemati cal. In this book two girls escape downright immorality only by a nar

row margin and they are nice girls. It is a case of evil communications corrupting good morals. The whole book shows that you should love your neighbors but be most abnormally careful about picking out the neighborhood. Some of the apparently best neighborhoods are objectionable. Anyone who thinks we are not in need of such warnings as this book offers should be told the colloquial name for Saturday night public dances in one Utah college town and also discover how easy it is to get children to adopt from girl mothers who have oftimes been high school students.

Maria Chapdelaine by by Louis Louis Hemon. Published by Macmillan. In an age of stories given over to twisted triangles or feverish flappers it is good to meet a simple, straightforward tale of love and hardship in pioneer life. It is like eating whole wheat bread after too much cake. The story of Maria Chapdelaine is that of a French Canadian girl with three lovers in the country of northern Quebec. It is a story of pioneers who fight the forest, who "make land," who advance always to the conquest of the soil, who could not endure scratching away on the same piece of land year after year, like animals tied to posts. It is a book to make glad the heart of virile westerners and all people who have not outgrown the pioneer strain. Maria is a girl who does not say much. She broods and thinks and suffers in secret. Every girl will understand her. She is one of the most charming girls

in all literature. She has much in common with the Virginias, Juliets, and Elaines, and even with the Maggie Tullivers, in fact with all nice quiet girls who do not say much, but who are no fools and who make momentous decisions very simply.

The Story of Mankind by Hendrik Van Loon. Boni and Liveright. This is the best history book ever written for children. Those who got it last Christmas for a present read it at ore gulp and were busy comparing notes on it for many days. It is of interest even to children as young as ten. The author's originality, his subtle wisdom, his love and understanding of children, his ability to make everything clear and interesting are qual ities that make him beloved by children. dren. He has done for children. What H. G. Wells has done for grown-ups in his "Outline," but his method is more jolly, if you care to apply the word to the telling of history. The story flows along like a film and is as interesting as a western yarn. Here is what the Bookman thinks of it: "The most invigorating. and I venture to predict, the most influential children's book for many years to come is this. After many years of looking and longing for re:1 books to add to our libraries, a book is here that bids fair to revolutionize the writing and illustrating of history and biography for the fortunate youth of this generation and the next. It takes its place among the most distinguished books of the year for grown people as well as children."

Characters: Gladys, Grace. Gladys, with coat and hat on and Bee-Hive Book in hand runs into Grace's room, slips up behind her chair and places hands over Grace's eyes. Has broad smile and is extremely cheerful.

GRACE (Removing Gladys' hands from eyes.) How happy you look, surely something unusual has happened to cause such a smile? (Gets a chair for Gladys and prepares for a cozy chat.)

GLADYS No, nothing so unusual, though I always feel happy after going to a Bee-Hive meeting. There are always so many new things to do and such good things to learn that help me so much, and now what do you think? Our class is going on another one of those glorious hikes. We start early tomorrow morning and stay for three long days returning the evening of the fourth.

There's cookies and sandwiches to make; bread, butter, and nut loaves to be wrapped in waxed papers and packed. And we're going to take eggs and bacon and potatoes and cook real campfire meals. And

(Stops talking when she notices Grace's sad face)-Why don't you join the Bee-Hive Girls?

night. That really doesn't matter so much though because mother lets me sleep as late in the morning as I wish.

GLADYS Well, that's just the very reason why we want you in our class. GRACE-What do you mean?

GLADYS This is what I mean. A Bee-Hive Girl is a very busy bee. Each day she cheerfully gathers honey to fill the empty cells in her hive of Life. To do this she must first have Faith, and each day make the promise to herself that she will edge, Understand Beauty, Know not only have Faith, but Seek KnowlWork, Love Truth, Taste the Sweetness of Service and Feel Joy.

Then next she chooses a name and Symbol.

GRACE How can a Name and Symwhen I have taken pints of medicine bol have any effect on my health that the doctor has prescribed and it hasn't seemed to make any difference at all?

GLADYS I'm going to ask you a would like best to be or to do?" question. What is there that you

like to be healthy so that I might apGRACE (Thoughtfully.) I would preciate and enjoy the beauties and gifts that the out-of-doors offers; and I would like to be cheerful so that I could spread sunshine along my path through life.

GLADYS Can you think of an object or thing, the meaning of which might correspond with these desires of yours?

GLADYS Very good, Grace. Now let us draw a symbol. A simple design that can easily be applied to your stationary, linen, china, pottery, woodwork, or that can be used as a stencil design for your bedroom walls, curtain borders, or numerous other places where you may choose to use it. (Gets blackboard and colored chalk while talking and draws symbol in plain figures. Grace watches with growing interest, helping when she can and occasionally making suggestions.) This is only a very poor drawing. I can help you with a better looking one when you use it.

or saw your symbol it would instantly flash into your mind your ideals and you would naturaly strive harder to become that which your name and symbol suggests?

GRACE That surely is a beautiful idea. Now I know why you girls are working so hard to improve. But does Bee-Hive Work provide ways by which you can really reach the ideal in your symbol?

GLADYS It surely does. For instance, I shall read from our hand book some of the things you could do to become what now appears to be your ideals, and I venture to promise that if you join our class and fill your hive with faithful and obedient service, you will be joining us on our hikes and games next year. at this time.

GLADYS (Takes 1921 Handbook and reads)-Foundation Cells of Builder in Hive; Cells Nos 3, 4, 5, 8, 11, 13, 14. Struct. Cells 213, 214, 216, 221, 222, 226, 227, 252. (Reads the words after each of the numbers.)

GRACE That means then that I would have to quit reading after 9 o'clock at night and I would be up in the morning while the dew was still sparkling on the grass and trees. Oh, Gladys, I believe I am commencing to feel the spirit of it already, and I'm going to begin those health rules this very night. Thanks so much Gladys for the hope and cheer that you have brought to me today. If Bee-Hive Work will bring me what that symbol suggests, Health and Cheerfulness, and I have faith that it will, I shall always feel grateful to my Heavenly Father for having inspired the Bee-Hive Work.

(Girls step behind curtain while they put on summer hats and flower baskets over arms, also aprons if desired, and hand in hand sing "A Sunrise Song" (as duet) (Song is in Bee-Hive Girls Handbook for 1921.)

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At Aunt Mary's, Tuesday.

Dear Ones-At-Home:

I am having the most wonderful time here! I am saving up all the sights and scenes to tell you about when I get home, but in my letters I shall tell you about Aunt Mary's friends. Of all the things I see and hear, these charming ladies are the most interesting.

Mother, I am studying their manner (not manners, I hope I have those) but I mean their poise and ease and self-possession, their readines to talk about what interests me

-only a child to them: their way of saying the nicest things about people and mother, do you know I have never yet heard one of them say an unkind thing. I am beginning to realize that gossip is not only unkind but ill-bred.

It is queer that any one of these cultured women could possibly hit upon something to make me ashamed and sorry, but it is so.

I find I am writing this mostly to mother, folks, but that is because she and I have talked these very things over, you know. I know you will all be interested in them, too.

This is how it happened. Mrs. Groves, a lovely white-haired lady who writes, was here yesterday. She and Auntie have been chums since their baby days! Think of that! She told us so many interesting things about people that had interviewed her and how she was interviewing them all the time, though they did not know it, and put them into stories and all that.

I had read some of the very sto

ries she was talking about and when I said. "That was Maisie Dean!" she colored all up with pleasure and cried, "Bless the child!" and was as pleased as could be to think I recognized the character.

there was one that went right home But of all the things she said, to my heart. They had been talk

ing of all they had done and expeing of all they had done and experienced through the years. I had told them I would run away and let them talk but they wouldn't let me. There was a short silence. I could see they were lost in thought of the old days.

Then Mrs. Groves drew a long sigh and said with a half smile that was more sad than merry, "Mary, there is one thing that I have envied you all my life."

Auntie looked so surprised that Mrs. Groves went right on.

"That is your Sunday School connection. You have been faithful at that one school fifty years next Sabbath. I was counting it up the other day. You and I were entered there when we were four. I don't

know how I came to drift away. I mother was ill so long. But-well, went to Florida, you know. Then ought to have gone when I could. there was just no excuse for me, I As it is, I lost a very precious possession that I can never regain."