bath he promised me. -r-JLopeaa ouue Journal. '• *NOT SO GREEN.She Knew a Thin* or Two About the• «• (inme Her«elf.• «The other day a Detroit youth who had come home from college for vacation took his younger sister out to see a baseball game. She is a quiet, demure little lass, with blue eyes and a timid manner, and she slipped into her seat in the grand stand as staidly as if she were entering the family pew at church..As the game progressed he kindly undertook to explain to her something about its points, so she would understand at least a little about it.“Xow the man is about to throw the ball,” he said. “He is called the pi teller. The man with the stick in his hand is the batter. He will try to hit the ball, and if he does, he will run to thal little bag, which is called a base.*’The young man’s sister seemed to be quite interested, and listened attentively to his explanations.Presently somebody bit out a two bairffer that went clear through, thed n *shortstop, and lit out for first like awild turkev.». ...The young man began to explain.“Now,” he said, “if the fielder throws the' ball to the man on the bag before:—”The j oung man ceased suddenly.His sister had sprung upon the bench, grabbed his hat and.thrown it.into the crowd, and shrieked at the top of her voice:“Yah, yah, yah! Wasn’t that a hot tamale? • Ss-ss-ss-.sz-zz-zzz—got that• mshortstop a seine. Go it, Dempsey, you’re a peach! Oh, Lordy, what a daisy cutter! Get him a basket! Whoopee, don’t that make your whiskers curl'; Yah, yah, yah!”“Sit down, sis.” said the young man in a slightly aggrieved ; tone.. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a rooter?”—Detroit Free Press. .* - - • • * »4 ' ~ ^ VTraveling: Hat*. •What style of hat to wear while trav-V-eling is another question to be do-