TheNewEducationThe child should be an active, not a passive factor in his own education.IS YOUR CHILD INTERESTED?IS YOUR CHILD AMBITIOUS?This new education is working successively at theKiog-Crawford Classical SchoolSouth Sixth Street at Park.( atalog on Request*e\v Phone Siin the grades when they have no real vocation for it. will be at the head of tea rooms, a delicatessen shop, or holding positions as chefs of hotels, making big money and with a corps of assistants. Or they may be modistes, creating dreams of gowns and wraps, or owning millinery establishments, or at the head of homes where they will know how to make the income go twice as far as it would if they were ignorant of the fundamental principles of domestic science.Thenew vocational building in a beautiful one, not only architecturally but in its adaptability for its uses. The sun shine that poured into the domestic science rooms the day the writer visited them was not brighter than the faces of those engaged incooking, sewing or making lovely hats.Personal Reminiscences of Riley.THE recognition given James Whitcomb Riley.the Hoosier poet’s birthday, is unique in the history of a literary man. Usually a man hasto die before his work receives the full need of praise. The spontaneity of the celebration, by those who have known Mr. Riley longest and best, is a great tribute, a splendid exhibition of appreciation.The writer was hostess for a week in the Indiana building at the St. Louis World’s Fair. Poems and selections from the best known Indiana writers were on the wall and in cases. Men, women, children — black, white and foreign born—would read aloud a Riley poem and seem as pleased as though they had met an old friend.As near the heart as are Riley’s poems, it is hisgenial, unaffected, well bred personality that inspired the great celebration of his birthday. He lias always been lovable and companionable, attaching people strongly to him. He is wholly lacking in personal conceit.Mr. Deb.., tells of how few came out to hear Riley on his first appearance in the old Naylor opera house. Mr. Debs brought him here, losing money by the transaction. That is, he would have, but Riley would not allow him to pay him what had been stipulated. Mr. Debs and Riley were intimate friends in those days. After Riley’s poems had been more generally circulated and his inimitable reading ofthe opera househis own works known, he filled whenever he came.Before his last, visit to Terre Haute he had become supersensitive. He feared people were tired of him.This was in the days of the Terre Haute Gazette, Thewriter was employed in that office. The advance agent for Riley, after contracting for space in the columns of the paper, asked me if I would do some advertising among the club women and educators. The agent was assured that, all Mr. Riley bad to do was to announce in the papers that lie was coming, and the opera house would be filled. But the agentIn the days when Booth Tarkington and his sister, Haute Tarkington Jameson, were living at the home of their parents, Judge and Mrs. Tarkington, Mr. Riley was a regular Sunday night visitor. A cousin of mine, who was on the News, lived with the Tarkington family one winter. He has often told of these delightful Sunday evenings and of how Mr. Riley was at his best when the company wasA peculiarity of Mr. Riley was that he was invariably getting lost. He would often lose his wayin Indianapolis if alone. Someone always saw that lie got on the right car when leaving the Tarkington’s. Poor fellow, these days, through his partial paralysis, he is obliged to be helped into an automobile. and can never again have the pleasure of getting lost and found, in Indianapolis.TWhy We Patronize Delicatessen Shops.HERE was a dish of crullers, bought at a delicatessen shop, on a supper table. The man of the house said: “Didn’t we used to makethese at home?” There was a shade of reflection in the man’s tone, a tone bespeaking the deterioration of housekeeping by patronizing bake shop goods. Crullers were always made at this home until thedelicatessen shop came in vogue.By the way. do you know the difference between doughnuts and crullers? People generally confuse them and call the “cruller” a doughnut. Doughnuts, as the name indicates, are made of dough raised by yeast. It is sweetened a little and flavored with spices, if desired, while the cruller is made up quickly, with baking powder and eggs, and is fried just as are the doughnuts, in deep lard; but the process of the cruller is far shorter than the doughnut, and they are richer, more “cake- ” in taste and keep fresh longer. Most of the doughnuts sold in the best places are really crullers.Why does not the family above mentioned make its own crullers? Because half a dozen is all that is wanted at a time, and that not very often. To get out the bread board to make up a small “batch” means work. Nothing in the kitchen work is more tedious than to keep a bread board spotlessly clean. Then it takes a great deal of lard to fry them, all of Which premeates the house with a frying odor. Besides. the delicatessen women who fry crullers daily get, their “hands in” so they make a better cruller than the average cook, who is required to make them only occasionally.For seven cents one can get a half dozen crullers from a first class delicatessen, fried a few hours before calling for them. Does it not seem unnecessary labor to have them made at homes all over the city?The writer can remember when one felt apologetic if seen carrying home crullers in a paper sack. At one time a housekeeper lost caste if she patronized bake shops. As a matter of fact, the goods at this time, procured at ordinary bakeries, were very inferior to these of good home cooks. They had a“restauranty” taste quite impossible in homes wherethe mistress took pride in her vocation of homemaker.We are living in an age when customs approvedone dav are discarded for others the next. Then\There seems to be something differentin the make up, drape and fit of ourOvercoatsAt $15 to $18.50That Pleases the Critical Buyer.*I