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A THING OF BEAUTY
By Elias Lieberman.
ea SLOPS,
For Gentlewomen
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WOODWARD
AVENUE
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Gloves
ARE TEMPTING FOR
CHRISTMAS GIFTS
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VERY WOMAN loves gloves and
at no other time than we can re-
member have our Glove displays been
at such S high point In the blending
of serviceable gloves and beautiful
gloves.
THESE TOO, WILL FIND WELCOME
ON CHRISTMAS
SILK HOSIERY
CHIC BLOUSES
HAND BAGS
LACE COLLARS
TRAVEL CASES
UMBRELLAS
LOVELY LINGERIE
RICH FURS
BEAUTIFUL LAMPS
COLORFUL SHADES
FOR THIRTY YEARS THE STORE OF
YE OLDE TIME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
ERA OF PLENTY
AHEAD—CLARK
Furs!
At Marks'
you will find
the most
complete and
finest selec-
tion of furs
and fur coats
in Detroit—
you will find
it pays to
buy of the
Makers.
Improved Business in 1921 and Bum•
per Prosperity Wave in 3 Years,
Banker's Vision.
Liquidation of nit•rchandise and
labor will be followed by improved
business during 1921, and within direr
years, when foreign exchange has
righted itself, a wave of prosperity
of a magnitude hitherto undreamed 01
will sweep over the country, Emory
W. Clark, president of the First and
Old Detroit National Bank. told the
Wholesale Alereltants' bureau at a
dinner at the Board of Cononerct
Monday night.
"Don't raidate gloom. Just reduce
Prices and do business," was the ad-
vice he gave.
H. & B. MARKS
Motors Will "Come Through."
Mr. Clark intimated that the smaller
merchants were meeting low market
prices but the larger ones were not,
saying that it was the latter group
that was seeking bank accommoda•
lions in lieu of turning their stocks
into cash. Cotton growers were hold.
ing their product for higher prices
and farmers were doung the same with
their wheat, Alt.. Clark said. remark-
ing that he guild not see where the
"angel" was coming from that would
pay the prices the cotton and wheat
producers wanted.
"It is reported that the motor in•
dustry is knocked flat." sa',1 Mr. I; lark.
"It is, to an extent. in this district 0
is running on an average . of 30 per
cent of its peak production. But that
is a much better showing than is be-
ing made in silk. shoes nail some °the'
industries.
"The motor industry is not shaky
rt will come through. None of the
COIW•IIS are causing ant anxiety."
Manufacturers
Retailers—Wholesalers
212-214 Michigan Avenue
We otter for
your considera-
tion a complete
selection of
Granite and Mar•
ble Monuments,
Tombstones,
Grave Markers,
and Grave En-
closures of very
high quality. At
the same time
our prices are
low.
GRANITE AND MARBLE
MONUMENTS
Closed Saturday—Open Sunday
Banking Situation Imnroves.
Manuel Urbach
200 WINDER
CHERRY 882-W
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Sunday at 3:30
DETROIT SYMPTHONT
ORCHESTRA
OSS1P GABRILOWITSCH
CONDUCTOR
Soloist
KATHARINE GOODSON
Pianist '
P It 0 G It A M
Weber "Oberon"
Tschalkowsky First Piano Concerto
Schubert Unfinished Symphony
Rigisky-Korsakov
Cappricelo Espagnol
eats 25c, 60, The, $1; Box Seats $1.2
Seats 25e, 50e, 75e, $1. Box Seats $1.
Seats 25c, 60e, 75c, $1.00
Box Seats $1.25
On Sale Saturday In Grinnell's
Orchestra Halt Sunday, after 10 a. tn.
FIFTH PAIR SYMPHONY
CONCERTS
Friday and Saturday Evenings
December 17 and 18 at 8:30
Soloist
LEOPOLD GODOWSKY
Pianist
Seats $1, $1.50, $2; Box Seats $3
YOUNG PEOPLE'S CONCERTS
Saturday Mornings at 10:30
Dec. 18, Jan. 22, Feb. 19, March 19,
April 18
FIRST CONCERT
SATURDAY, DEC. 18, AE 10:30
ORCHESTRA HALL
Season Tickets at $1.50 and $2.00
Only Available
All Others Sold Out for Series
Reservations In Detroit Symphony
Society Officers, Orchestra Hall
Arthur L Holmes
Lumber
Company
875 Gratiot Ave. MeL 245
VanDyks & D. T. Ry.
Warren k P. M. Ry.
Us. 284
War 841
The banking situation is improving,
Mr. Clark asserted, and, contrary to
current belief, the bank•• are extend.
ing more credit than ever before. Ow-
ing to this. he said, a lower rate 01
interest charged by the Federal Re•
sersu bank would afford no relief. as
it would would not increase the loan
able money. Money would be in , re
easy in February, he predicted.
Asserting that the banks could m tl
do all, Mr. Clark said it was triers
saes for merchandise and labor costs
to - liquidate, Then business would
improve: it might he by March 0,
not moil August, he said.
"Hundreds of millioins of dollars
are awaiting investment in develop
meta projects. These will he avail -
able when labor and materials are
cheaper. When this time entries sou,
people will think the real after-the•
war booin has been reached. But it
my opinion this will not have arrived
for Iwo or three years, by which time
foreign exchange will have become
normal through the trill of European
countries.
Says Prices Are Too Low.
"The world needs all that we can
possibly produce and will take it as
quickly as it can pay for it. When
this time arrives there will hr an un-
dreamed ofprosperity," Mr. Clark
Said. lie also declared that a aCCC4-
sary move was the reduction of gov•
erninental expenditures
Describing the unheaval in the dry
goods market during the past season,
rrederick Stockwell, second vice-presi-
dent of Edson, Moore & Co.. asserted
that wholesalers in the Detroit dis-
trict had met the situation from the
start. They have met every drop in
the textile market, he said, and prices
were now below the cost of production
even at the present low price of basic
materials.
Prices are now too low, he asserted,
and within a few months would start
upward. Virtually the same condi-
tion applied to foodstuffs, predicting
not much further decline, if any, in
commodities of that kind.
Better transportation facilities, more
eo-operation by express companies
and regulation of trucking companies
were advocated by P. E. Bogart, of
Farrand, \Villiams A Clark, wholesale
druggists. Other speakers urged
closer co-operation among Detroit
wholesalers to meet competition from
Chicago St. Louis and other distraint
Ong centers.
BAR MITZVAH
Simonoff told it to me over the
coffee cups. It was the twilight hour
on Second avenue and we were en-
joying a late afternoon chat. The
gates of the human dam, shut all day
long, had been opened and the rush-
ing, swirling stream of men and
women beat past us reluctantly—past
the door of the Cafe Cosmos open to
the sights and sounds of the street.
Every person in that human torrent
seemed eager to reach a haven of rest.
Not that their faces looked tired or
haggard. But each gave the impres-
sion that something had been worn
off in a subtle, persistent process—a
certain newness, freshness, gloss, call
it what you will. Shadows of men
and women they were in the twilight
as they scurried past. And yet the
rhythm of their footsteps beat ❑upon
the ear as steadily as the roar of
many waters.
"The ghosts are having a holiday,"
said Sitnonoff.
His voice was barely audible in the
hum of conversation. Simonoff was
one of those rare teachers on the
lower East Side who neither taught
night school nor practiced law after
his daily dirties were over. His pas-
sion was to understand his fellow-
men—to help them, if possible—
although, for a reformer, he was
given entirely too much to dreaming
Ills cafe bills for a year, when added
together, made a surprisingly large
total. But then Simonoff never both-
ered with useless mathematics.
A band organ outside was droning
the "Miserere." Children of the tene-
ments, like moths drawn to globes of
brilliant light on mid-summer nights,
hovered about the organ and danced.
There was a capricious abandon about
their movements which fascinated
Sinionoff. Ile had a way of running
his slender fingers through his wavy
brown hair when he was emotionally
stirred.
"The dancing maidens of Trebizond
were not more graceful than these,"
he sighed as his eyes followed the
sinuous movements of two ragged
little tots. "They outgrow it after
a while."
"Never," I protested. "The Grand
Sireet halls—'
"l mean the search for beauty,
Simone," I drawled. "This is the
dance of Greek maidens at the sacri-
ficial rites to Demeter. The Grand
street thing is contortion between
the obese complacency of the great
god Jazz. And Jazz has no soul."
Through the ever-gathering dark-
ness the electric lights began to
twinkle like blue-whit coliamonds
against purple velvet. The lights of
the cafe, too, were turned on by a
pottering waiter whose flat-footed
shuffle had become familiar to US
through many years of observation.
A bedraggled looking person en-
tered the cafe, clutching awkwardly
a dozen or more cut roses. He
passed from table to table and offered
them for sale. The price was ridicu-
lously small.
It seemed strange to one that
Simonoff's face should turn so white.
His manner suggested great agita-
tion. \Alien the peddler reached him,
Simonoff purchased the entire stock
and gave bins in payment far in ex-
cess of the amount asked. The happy
vender directed one searching glance
at him, then went out whistling.
'What will you do with all those
roues?' l asked.
"Gie them away," hr answered,
"to the dirtiest. most woebegone,
runt' forlorn little children I can find.
shall do this in memory of John
K' l ml ' o . o " ked my astonishment.
"'A thing of beauty is a joy for-
(,'" Simonoff intoned dreamily.
there's a story connected with
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We entered
hallway to escape our
little friends. From a door ajar on
the first story a man's voice floated
down to us. It was high pitched and
strident, as if a relentless lawyer were
arraigning a criminal.
"My friends," we heard, "how long
are you going to remain blind to our
condition? The interests of capital
and labor are diametrically opposed
to each other. You are the producers
of the world's wealth and yet you
submit to exploitation by the class of
parasites who fatten upon your un•
willingness to unite. Working men
of the world, you have nothing to lose
but your chains."
"Slavinsky, the great agitator prob-
ably rehearsing his speech for the
party rally at Cooper Union tomor-
row, I explained.
"Agitator?" questioned the apostle
of beauty. "He is agitated, indeed,
and unhappy, 1 shall give hint a rose.
Slavinsky sputtered with amaze-
t.
tolt when the rose was offered to
;:io
i
"A joy forever," he mocked.
"It
isn't such a joy to work for starva-
tion wages, to be bled by profiteers,
to he flayed alive by plutes.
I tell
you, Mister—"
"Won't you accept this rose?"
"I'll take it," growled Slavinsky
with unnecessary fierceness. "It ain't
Nature's fault. She don't go in for
profiteering." The agitator's conver-
sational style was more colloquial
though no less vehement than his
platform manner.
"Did you note the omission?"
Keats inquired when we were again
en the avenue.
"It isn't itnpoliteness," I replied.
"Men of his class are too stirred by
COSIllie problems to say 'I thank
you.'"
• "It is a beautiful thing to say,
nevertheless, and the world needs it."
I thought the eyes of Jahn Keats—a
fitting name for such a fantastic per-
sonality—were filling with tears.
My companion held his rose before
him as if it were a charm against the
sordidness about him, He had a way
of peering at the people we passed
as if he were looking for some one
he had lost in the crowd. At Six-
teenth street we turned into the small
park at the right of the avenue, which
its neighbor on the left keeps alive,
the memory of green and growing
things among the dwellers of the
tenement s.
It was at the fountaio that he first
saw her. John Keats had an abrupt
manner, for all his gentleness, of pro-
ceeding along the path of his desires.
"At last I have found you," he said
to the tall girl who was snatching a
group of youngsters at play near the
gushing waters. In the darkness I
could see only a pair of flashing eyes
under a broad-brimmed straw and a
cape of soft blue hanging gracefully
from her shoulders.
She scrutinized both of us with the
intuitive glance of one who , has
learned to tread warily amid danger-
ous surroundings. Apparently her
preliminary examination was satisfac-
tory. She put us into the non-poison-
ous class. Keats had flattened the
palm of his right hand against his
breast and &as offering the last rose
to her with' the other. His manner
was of toe erg; but not offensively
so.
"At last I have found you," re-
peated my curious acquaintance. "For
all your latightrr you are unhappy.
You are consumed with yearning,
even as 1 ann. Pray, accept a rose."
With a murmured repetition of his
formula he gave her his last flower.
His manner was earliest and the girl
had immediately rejected the assump-
tion that we were mocking her.
"This is a mistake," she explained,
hesitating about the rose. "I don't
think you know who I am."
"A lady of high degree, I am sure,"
responded Keats gallantly.
There
was a peculiar quaintness about his
English, which like his name, took
me back to the early nineteenth cen-
tury. 'The coincidence of his name
did not strike me as unusual, because
the telephone directory is full of such
parallels.
"No high degree about me,"
laughed the girl. "I am a saleslady
at Marmelstein's, that's all.
\Vhat
you said about being unhappy is true
sometimes. When you came up I
Was just thinking."
Her voice with its overtone of sad-
ness sounded in the semi-darkness
like the faint tremolo of mandolins
serenading in the distance.
"But there need be no unhappi- ,
ness,"contentled Keats. "We must
shut out front our sight everything,
but beauty, pure beauty. At this mo-
ment I am supremely happy."
He looked at her. There was an
unreality about him for which I could
not account. Like a mirage of the
park he seemed. In the twinkle of
the incandescents, I thought, he
might vanish. The girl front Manuel-
stein's looked at him as if fascinated.
Romance had come and touched her
heart with a magic wand. She sniffed
at the rose pensively.
"I couldn't just tell you why I was
feeling queer. Marmelstein's is a nice
place, honest. You see all sorts of
people during the day and it's inter-
esting to work there. But there's
something missing—I don't know
what."
"Beauty, my lady, beauty," declared
Keats.
Out of the shadows a fourth form
had materialized, a thickset man who
approached us with a firm stride. He
patted my friend gently on the shoul-
der.
"You're a had boy, John," he re-
proached, "giving one the slip that
way. I had the time of tiny life look-
ing for you. The moment my back
was turned you vamoose(' from the
room. That wasn't kind. If I hadn't
known how fond you wuz of roses. I
would a'been stumped, stumped for
good. I trailed you by them roses."
The girl sensed that there was
something wrong.
"Lady, farewell," said Keats.
With a little moan she saw him
being led off.
"What's wrong?" I asked the in-
truder.
"Bugs on beauty, that's all. Thinks
he's a guy named John Keats, who
wrote poems. Harmless case.
Wouldn't hurt a fly. I was bringing
him over to see his mother when he
give me the slip. Gee, but I can
breathe easy now."
"'A thing of beauty is a joy for-
ever,'" declared the spirit of Keats.
"Sure, sure," said the attendant,
lighting a cigar.
When I turned to leave the park
the girl from Marmelstein's came up
to me.
"What happened?" she inquired.
Her fists were clenched and she was
suspected it," I said quietly.
"Wl•en a school teacher consents to
part with a perfectly good dollar for
a dozen wilted roses, there must be
an esoteric reason "
"Materialistic," he laughed.
The dancing and the scurry of pat-
',inn feet had both ceased. Th.•
—ends of the night were now more
•tetthing more harmoniously blended.
The earrest arrivals of the theatre
crowd were besieging the sidewalk
ticket office of the burlesque house
opposite. Simonoff launched into his
narratm.
I was sitting here one evening all
Jamie. The (lay had been particu-
larly trying. I had been visited by
toy district superintendent, a perfect
paragon of stupidity. He had squat-
!, d in inv class room until I wished
him and his hillk on the other side of
!he Styx. \Alien it was all over I
:one here, glad to shake off the chalk
dust and the pompous inconsequence
of my official superior. Suddenly I
was startled out of my brooding.
"l'on are unhappy." I heard a voice
murmur ever so softly. It seemed
like the sighing of a night wind
through the tree tops.
I looked up. Before me stood a
young man with deep blue eyes.
blonde hair, exquisite daintiness of
feature and unnaturally pale com-
plexion. lie was dressed in soft gray
tweeds. In the crook of his left
elbow he carried roses. Their fra-
grance permeated the cafe and, for
once, the odor of stale tobacco was
not dominant.
"Yon are unhappy," he repeated
mildly as if it were the most natural
thing in the world for' him to say.
"I am," I answered frankly. "The
world is a stupid place to live in."
"You must not say that," he re-
proached quietly. "It is we who are
stupid. The world is beautiful. Won't
you accept a rose?" Like a prince in
a fairy story he bowed grandly and
offered me an American Beauty still
moist with the mock dews of the
florist. •
"But why do you honor me thus?" I
asked, taking the flower and inahling
its fragrance.
lie looked a bit put out as if I were
asking the obvious thing. "You were
sad of course, and a thing of
beauty—"
"Is a joy forever," I concluded.
Ile flushed with pleasure.
"I am glad you have read any En-
dymion," he exclaimed delightedly.
"Suppose tee walk out together and
preach the gospel of beauty to those
who like yourself forgot the eternal
in the trivial. I have some powerful
sermons here." He caressed his roses,
as a mother would stroke the head
of a child. Along the avenue we were
followed by hordes of little girls with
starved eyes. My good Samaritan
picked the poorest and the most wist-
ful for his largesse of roses. And to
each one as he handed the flower he
repeated the famous line from the
work of the great romantic poet.
"After all, they are young,' he said.
"Their sad moments vanish like the
mists, But the sorrows of the years breathing heavily.
Christmas Gifts
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That are
Reasonably Priced
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Mahogany
Smoking Stands
Tip-Top Tables
S
OME GIFTS are like social calls. brief and
very soon forgotten. Gifts of furniture pro-
tract their stay, and from Christmas to Christ•
nuts, year after year, they are used and item,.
elated.
The comfort and charm of an easy chair, a
davenport or chaise lounge, the radiance of a
lamp, or the beauty of a mirror, these things do
not vanish with the passing of the Holiday Sea-
son, but are permanent in the heart and the
Humidor
Smokers
home. And yet none of these things are expensive
Odd Chairs
gifts. They should, however• be selected thought-
fully—which means early. That Is why we are
earnestly advising our patrons to come In now
and make their selections. You are welcome al
all times to come in and stroll through this mar.
velous collection of furniture, the quality of which
lo so satisfactory and so characteristic of this
establishment.
Sensible, Practical, Serviceable,
Economical Liveable Things
for Christmas
Period Desks
Lamps
Mart in Washingtoe
Sewing Cabinets
Davenports
Book Ends
Screens
Book ilolders
Candlesticks
Vases
Tables
Rime
Mirrors
Desks
Tea Wagons
Desks Fittings
Ferneries
Framed Pictures
Book Racks
Odd Chairs
Smoking Stands
Drop Lear
The Hartman Furniture Co.
340.342 WOODWARD AVENUE
Upper Woodward
Lower Prices
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The liar Mitzvah of Raymond
Schreiber, son of Mr. and Mrs. Nathan
Schreiber, was celebrated. Saturday
morning. Dec 4. at Congregation
Beth David. Rev. A. Bloom officiated
at the ceremonies. The reception
took place Sunday evening at
Knight* of Pythias Hall. A dinner
was served to 100 guests. Judge Ed-
ward J. Jefferies spoke during the
dinner. Among the out-of-town
guests were Mr. and Mrs. H. Dolin-
sky, Miss Ilimelstein, Mrs. Litters,
Mr. and Mrs. M. Brodsky. all of Cleve-
land, Idra. Jack Cohen. of Toledo, Mr of discretion are not thrown off so
I explained.
and Mrs. Mechanic, of Windsor. and easily. They persist like scars long
"He was such a gentleman," she v .
Mrs. Sternick and son, of St. Louis. after the original bruise has healed." sobbed softly.—Jewish Voice .
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