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Wotx?ar)s World.
Kissing is out of fashion. The up-to
date girl of to-day no longer kisses her
fellow girl. When they meet, snys the
Chicago Ttmes-Herald, they shake hands
after the latest style. and beam at e i. 1
other by way of expressing cordiality. If
the two girls are < hums th--y may give
each other a little squt , hut that ts all.
“Avery god thing, too,” says Miss Fin
de Siecle. "Kissing is an Idiotic custom
anyhow. If you kiss one girl whom you
care for you must kiss ever so many oth
ers you dens!. Then k.ssing is unhealthy.
Men don't kiss.”
She should have said Englishmen. When
Chere Pierre metis Chere Alphonses they
rush into each other's arms and brush
eneh other's cheeks with their mous
taches hi a great rale. For the French
kiss is a good deal of a sham. French
women touch chicks, first one, then tie
other, and this touching of die. ks is
known in England as the French kiss,
and has iieen adopted to a eonsid* rahle ex
tent in London among society women,
Germans hug and kiss each other when
they are dear friends or relatives meet
ing after separation.
The Russians are an eminently kissing
nation. The kiss is a national s ilute. and
has been in vogue from the early agt s.
It was handed down from Oriental ances
tors and is more of a greeting th in a ca
ress. Fathers and sons kiss, military offi
cers kiss, whole regiments kiss. The em
peror kisses his officers, and on the day
of a field review there are almost as many
kisses exchangid as there are shots. If a
Juvenile cadet corps
the Imperial salute is In sunn and upon tin
head hoy, who passes it on to the m xi boy.
and so on through the line until it has
gone through the whole number by proxy
from one to another.
On a fete day the mistress of a Russian
household kisses not only her maid serv
ants, but her men servants also, and If
there be a gentleman visitor who respect
fully kisses her hand the chances are that
6he will kiss his cheek. The Russian fa
ther of a family, however numerous that
family may be, kisses every member of it
whenever he goes or comes, if it be half
e dozen times a day.
Asa religious ceremonial the kiss has
obtained from early ages, li Is mentioned
again and again in the Old Testament, and
apenrs to have been an old Semitic anti
Aryan custom. The earliest mention of
kissing in the Bible occurs in Genesis
xxxvii, 26, when Isaac, ihinklng he is ad
dressing Esau, says to Jacob; "Come
nearer, now. anti kiss me. my son.” In
those days the kiss formed part of the
blessing bestowed by a father on his son.
The practice of kissing is mentioned no
has than forty-thr*e tunes in the scrip
tures, but in only three of them ,do man
and woman take part. One was when Ja
cob kissed his cousin—once in Proverbs
the kiss is used as illustrative of the tempi
tations In a young man's way, while the
third is when Mary kissed the feet of
Christ. Judas betrayed the master whh
a kiss. “Greet ye one another with an
holy kiss,” wrote St. Paul to the Corinth
ians, and some Protestant sects still re
tain the kiss as part of their service of
the Lord’s supper, although with a greater
number the right hand of fellowship
takes its place in all religious cereptonies.
Savages rarely or never kiss each other.
The salutations of the Polynesians, Ma
lays, Mongols anti of the Eskimos and
Laplanders are conveyed by smelling,
sniffing or nose rubbing, while the Aus
tralian or Fijian Idea of a princely salute
Is a grip like that of a hear.
There is *lO kissing in Japan. A young
man never kisses his sweetheart, a hus
band never kisses his wife, nor a mother
her children. A French traveler once
asked a Japanese woman of high rank
why her people never kissed, and received
for answer, “Physical contact is disagree
able to us.”
It has been a long time now since the
apostles of hygiene raised the alarm cry
stop kissing,” more than twenty vears
since Princess Alice of Hesse paid with
hc-r life the price of a kiss ICI her dying
chiltl, but lately, os the germ theory be
comes more and more established, the cry
gains force. When in 1895 Dr. Frank W
Reilly, in his report to the Chicago Hoard
of Health, gave the advice 10 tiw public
to avoid indiscriminate kissing, and when
osc uiation became necessary to use oar-
Itolized rose water as an antidote, that
advice provoked much amusement. Cer
tainly the idea of carrying always a pock
<‘t flask of carbolizd rose* water for use
before and after kiss.ng seems absurd
yet the advice was eminently sensible. In
no way are disease germs so readily prop
agated as through the medium of a h.ss
when the breath is inhaled from mouth to
mouth.
Consumption and diphtheria, indeed ail
kinds of lung and throat diseases, as wt !1
as typhoid fever and cholera, are easily
inhaled. Dr. Reilly ti lls of a minister in
a country town wlio made a practice of
kissing his flock after church every Sun
day. He tlu- preacher—had consumption
and the mortality in the village increased
25 per cent. In one year.
Indiscriminate kissing of children is ac
tually criminal. It was a wise child—the
3-year-old Boston boy. who turned his
cheek to his Western cousin with “you
mustn't kiss me on the mouth becauth of
the germth.''
The alarmists and decriers of the tender
custom are quite right. Kissing is a prac
tice io be suppressed, or at least restricted
within narrow limits. If one stops to
consider the matter it is not u pleasant
thing (o kiss promiscuously. Aside from
the hygienic view of Ihe custom, tin- grow-
Jhg dislike of ihe public demonstration
of affection among high-bred ixople has
had much to do with iis decadence.
Society agrees with common sense that
“kisses should be reserved for friends -
the, nearest arid ti< ares'—and for private
life. ine autocrat* of fashion pronounce
them bad form in public places. The wo
man who kisses casual acquaintances al
church, on ihe street, or in th par.ors ot
her friends, lays herself Open p, the
Charge of hypocrisy or shallow sentimen
tality. Moreover, it Is bad taste to show
distinctions in liking in public, and the
woman who single.- out half a dozen peo
ple io kiss among a roomfui emphasizes
her preference for them in a minri. r
which is an a. tual slight io al) tin- others.
She makes distinctions in cordiality and
hospitably, which is an unpardonable of
fense against the etiquette of society
Nevertheless the hygienic point of view
is the most imixtriant, sine, self-presrr
vaiion is, after all. the first law of life.
Then are riot many lx-opl. w ] lo call p,'.
sure Hurt they are physically flawless,
end no woman who has any form of dls
ease, especially one with a delicate throat
or wgak lui.es, has any right io run the
risk of injuring another by communicat
ing the germs of that disease. When a
mother is ready rather to rFk her life
titan to refuse the caress of her dying
tliild: if a husband or wife is willing to
tnier the valley of the shallow with a
C'.nsumpMv, other half, that is a aacritice
with which tlif world has nothing to do
A .as, for Dr. Reilly's c.irboliZed rose
v.uier and faith, but outside of this ,te
roism lies folly, and lack of consideration
for others which verges on cr.me.
In a large villagi store, says Motile C.
Fin* gan in the Louisville Courier-Journal,
a roll of white siik happened to he placed
on the counter lirs.de a cheap calico. Tins
silk, much offended, said:
“The idea of placing me beside that low
article, i won't bear it. you horrid thing!"
Just as though the unoffending calico was
to bln me. For a moment tile calico was
ashamed her low position, then better
thoughts came, find she said to herself:
"I am not to blame for dicing what 1
am. and I mean to do the hi st I can.”
Just then a carriage stopped at the door,
and a lady and a iiiile girl alighted. They
went in and asked the shop keeper to
show them some white silk He showed
them the piece on the counter, saying:
“This is the best I have/'
“I don't want that old “ilk. mother,”
said the child. ”1 want something bet
ter.”
"We have no time to get anything bet
ter.” answered the mother. "You must
be contended with this.” and she told the
' I'-rk to out off the needed amount, gave
him the address and told him to send it
directly.
As they hurried out a shabby looking
indy came in with n little girl. When the
child saw the calico she cried:
">>h, mol her, how pretty that Is! I'd like
it for my dress."
“Yes, Stn. ii is pretty,” answered the
mother, “if it isn't too dear."
il was not too near, so the mother told
till! clerk to give tier five yards.
' Mother, may i carry the bundle?”
whispered ihe child when the parcel was
ready and, as her mother smilingly con
sented, they went. Hue hugging her cher
ished bundle tightly.
How brightly the lights twinkled next
evening in the Bussells' Mg mansion, and
how brightly shone little Sue's eyes, as,
arrayed in her new calico, she stood in
Ihe dressing room ready to help the
guests. Many go, sts came, and among
them a little gir! in white silk. She look
ed very discontented and Sue wondered
why. If she iiad asked her calico dress
she might have known and had she list
ened she might have heard the thankful
whisper among the folds:
"How glad l am that I. only a simple
calico, can make people happy anti do my
little share in the work of this great
world!"
Where is this New Woman, this epicine
creature, this Gorgon set up by the snarly
who impute to her the faults of both sexes
while denying her the charm of either
where is she to lx- found, if she exists at
all? For my part, says Sarah Grand, in
the Cleveland Plain Dealer, until' 1 make
her acquaintance 1 shall believe her to iie
the finest work or the imagination which
the newspapers have yet produced.
I saw a lady the other day standing be
side a bicycle in a country lane. She was
a young creature, slender, elegant, admir
ably built, her figure set off to the best ad
vantage by the new cycling costume, being
evidently undeformed by compression of
any kind. Judging by what the papers
sty of the effect of this costume on the fe
male character, 1 really should have been
afraid to accost her. However, she spoke
to me very courteously asking her way,
which she had lost. I directed her, and
then she prepared to mount.
“Oh! wait one moment,” I exclaimed,
emboldened by the charm of her manner.
"Do pardon me for asking, but are you
the New Woman?”
"I'm sure I don’t know,” she answered,
laughing. "I only know that I enjoy every
hour of my life, and that is anew thing
for a woman. But pray excuse me. Ia n
hurrying home to put my baby to bed and
get my husband's tea."
She whirled away, leaving me at first
under the impression that, of course, she
could not be the New Woman. On second
thought, however. I felt pretty sure that
she wasv— the New Woman and the Oid,
too—new in the perfeelion of her physique,
old in her home-loving proclivities; a
stronger, better, more beautiful creature
than the blockhead majority can conceive.
You may know her for certain by her man
ners, for she is always gentle and serene.
It is the Old Woman who shrieks. Her
most prominent characteristic is disloyalty
to her own sex. She heaps abuse upon the
New Woman, whom she does not know;
but the New Woman bears her no ill-wifi
for her attacks, which are fine samples of
what ought not to be. and help notably to
point her own moral.
The New York Times tells this love sto
ry: The heroine of the tale, who was
young some twenty or more years ago,
was the daughter of a wealthy man who
desired her, in true story-book fashion, to
make a brilliant marriage. The daughter,
equally in story-book fashion, had given
her heart to a poor but worthy young
man, and the father refused to give tils
consent to their union. The daughter
would not marry the man against her
father’s will, but promised her lover that
at least she would marry no one else.
Time passed, and at intervals the young
man renewed his suit, but always receiv
ed the same answef; the girl loved him.
but she would not marry without her
father’s consent anti leave him alone.
In the meantime the man had gone to
Canada and made money. He was si 111
faithful to his old love, and after ocquir
ing a comfortable fortune, he returned yet
again to urge his lady love to go back
with him, but without avail. Finally
there came a last appeal. 11c wrote that
he was growing old; he felt that he need
ed a home. He declared his love again,
but said that If his old sweetheart would
not marry him now he must marry an
other woman. Again he was refused, and
this time he married.
By correspondence the wife nnd the old
love were made acquainted, and became
on paper very good rriends. Then the wo
man in America felt a desire to visit her
one-time lover and made the trip to Can
ada and was warmly welcomed. The
house was attractive, and everything
about it pleasant, lint what was the sur
prise of the visitor to see. hanging in a
conspicuous place on the wails of one of
the principal rooms, her own portrait.
"George has lold me all about you,”
saitl the wife, “and that you were his first
and only real love; but l am quite willing
to take what love he has left.”
So the ‘‘real love” finished her visit
with t very evidence of enjoyment and de
parted for home, hut first magnanimously
insisted that her picture should be taken
uw ay.
Talk about woman's love for bargains!
If tins spirit Is not Imrn hi man also, says
the New York Sun. a little of it seems to
have is . n communicated to him Judging
by a man's conversation in a restaurant
one evening recently. He came in with
n young woman along about 9 o'clock and
made a great spluMei about getting a lu
bie to suit him. Finally the couple got
settled und lie asked that the regular din
ner be served. Tile waiter remarked that
Ii was a liti le late, bill lhat he would do
his best. Heon he reappeared -with ls vo
plates of clams, the never failing Intro
duction to the table d'hote at this season,
The young man spluttered pome more,
but finally his appetite mastered hill) anti
he settled down to business for three or
four cour-ts, and lin n he called the waller
to him. His voice penetrated to every cor
ner of the too til ns he asked in a oul-from
behind-lhe-counter voice:
"He,- here, Kellner, do you only have
music here with the table d’hote? What
do you iliink a man buys a table tl'ho e
dinner for unit -a he gets music with it?
Why don't your hand play?”
The vvalte i coughed an asthmatic cough,
in,i his hand up to Ills mouth, and an
swered in his most dignified voice. “Wo
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only serve music with the table d’hote
and with after-theater suppers.”
"It's a bloomin’ shame that we arc fate,
that ive didn't get here in time to have
music with our table d'hote."
The waller coughed again and the guests
at Hie tallies around laughed at the ilis
uppointed diner’s earnestness.
The well-dressedafvoman, says the Wo
man's Home Companion, is not only well
gowned, but ah' the small details of her
toilet are given consideration. Her hair,
skin and nails show evidences of care and
painstaking, and her clothing has not only
been well made, but is well kept. There
are some women who think it almost s.n
lul to pay much attention to dress and
personal care, and to look well dressed ar.d
stylish is quite beneath their ambition.
But, believe rne, (here is no sm in always
trying io look your best, and that the game
is well worth the candle will show in the
influence upon your home, husband and
children.
The well-dressed woman is not the one
who dresses (he most extravagantly, or
employs ihe most fashionable dressmaker;
nor is she the one who affects all' ultra
styles and fails In drees; but it is she who
is always consistently dressed with regard
to time, place, occasion, age and the size
of her husband's or father's income. The
ever-bright jewel of consistency is never
more beautiful than When shown in the
matter of dress in these days when so
many showy and pretty baubles arc de
signed and offered for woman’s adornment.
We a'.'l owe a duty to our families, our
selves and society at large to make the
best of ourselves in every way, and to be
always well dressed is one of the ways of
doing It. Care in dress argues a certaip
respect for one’s seif, and people are very
prone to take you at your own estimate.
The well-dressed woman aims to have all
things in her toilet harmonious, having r.o
one feature conspicuous. You know at a
glance she Is well goten up, and yet no
one particular thing claims your attention.
She docs not pul on all sorts of incongru
ous combinations, nor is she ever over
dressed. To be underdressed is always
more commendable and safer than to be
overdressed.
The story of how Li Hung Chang was
moved to appoint two women as delegates
to the International Congress of Women,
to be held in London next year, will inter
est AmeMcan women disposed to admire
Li. A Chinese woman medical student who
had been studying In America returned on
the same ship with the Chinese statesman.
She with her a book containing
a report of the council’s work,
in which she was much interest
ed. Li asked what she was read
ing. and, when told, insisted that she
explain the aims, methods and work of the
organization at considerable length. He
was much impressed, and declared that it
was the greatest Id. a that he had met in
his travels around the world. Voluntarily
he immediately announced his intention
of having the Flowery Kingdom repre
sented at the congress,, nnd he kept his
word, for soon after reaching home he
appointed two delegates whose expenses
will be paid by the government.
“There Is one thing that I nm thankful
for," remarked the young woman of an
uncertain ago to a representative of the
New York Tribune, "anil that is that I
am no longer a bread-and-butter miss.
Thin- is no (lerioii of her existence,l think,
wherein woman appears (<> less advantage.
It Is almost impossible for a girl of eight
een not to lx* conscious, and she has so
little knowledge of the world that she is
unal'le lo hide her awkwardness. Il is
amusing, albeit rattier pathetic, to see the
efforts of the poor things to appear natur
al nnd at their ease and to say their little
say without Ix'traylng that they have pre
pared it beforehand. Bread-and-butter
misses may be classified under a few
heads. There is your frank hobbledehoy,
who despises affectation and who in conse
quence is ni*r to lx> rough and ill-man
ncred; then the sweety girl, who puts on
an indescribable smile of fatuity and who
you feel at times you would like to shake;
next tli.> aristocratic girl, conscious of her
posit lon. who has nothing to say and
therefore docs not say it; as the last an.l
funniest development of nil, the inexperi
enced girl from the nursery, who thinks
it Is the thing to l>e a little ‘rapid.’
"1 was immensely amused at little Mllly
X. the other day, who is to make her de
but next winter, and who is gathering
herself together for the coming conflict in
a manner that is lovely to tx“hold. The
conscientious way in which she tries to !>e
equal io the occasion is delightful. The
other evening I met her out somewhere
al dinner, and after she hail left, one of
the men who had put heriin her carriage
came hack i.xiklng immensely amused.
'What are you laughing at?' 1 asked. 'At
the little new woman,' he answered. 'Miss
Milly's scarf caught In the carriage door
and was torn. ‘Will you please swear lor
me,” she said smartly. 'Damn.'l respond
ed promptly. "Oh,” she returned, to lx*
n ulv with a repnrbe. "Is that all? 1 of
ten say that myself!” I am sure the ch id
fill grown lit* Indeed when she said that
like a naughty woman of the world.'
”1 suppose," continued the mature
young woman, "lhat girls of that age eon
si.Ur me ns an old maid and would l>e sm.
prised to know that I by no means envied
litem, and that they afforded me tho
great, si entertainment, hut Ii Is true, nev
ertheless.”
“1 could give ixople points about how
to climb mountains und wade streams iu
a silk-lined gown.” says a . lever woman
botanist, to the New York Times. "When
l go off on short expeditions w .ih my hus
band, I never know where we are going
to be, and usually on the way it is neces
sary to look respectable. We can't car
ry a trunk for a few days' trip, anil we
have a certain few things, such as dry
shoes and stockings, thai are necessary,
for we are sure to g i w> t in our tramps.
I bad an experience the other day. I
wore away from home my light woolen
su.t, silk-lined skirt, and jacket. We
went to the moamains ar.d stopped at a
hotel, where I was appropriately dressed,
but hot for the trip which followed riext
day. We climbed the mountain, wading
up a mountain stream to gel the treas
ures we were after. With a newspaper
arid four safety p.i.s 1 improvised a sat
isfactory mountain costume, and. though
I was soaked up to and above my knees,
my gown was not injured in the least.
"When we got into the wilds and away
from civilization, I took my jacket, tied
it by the sleeves around my waist; my
dress skirt J turned up around my waist,
and over it my longest underskirt, which
protected it entirely, and fastened them
both around my waist with my four pins.
I wore a blouse waist, which was all
right, but as. unfortunately, and rained, I
protected that by taking a newspaper,
making a hole in the center through
which I put my head, leaving It stand
ing out on either -id. over my shoulders,
protecting them ert 'e y. To protect my
hat I took off the trimming.
"When thd work was completed, I had
a satisfactory, if somewhat unique,
mountain costume. In It I climbed the
stream ail day. 1 sm on a wet rock in
tile rain und ate my luncheon. When we
had nearly reach, and civilization again, 1
retrimmed my hat with pins, took off my
newspaper shield, unpinned my skirts,
pul on my Jacket and I was a respectable
member of society again. 1 had been
soaked above the knees, but, changing
shoes and gjpekmus and leaving off a
short skirt that was wet. I was ail right
for dinner, and not th" least the worse
for my experience in body or apparel. I
took a brand new sun umbrella with me,
roo, and that also survived ihe trip.”
if I Were a Voice—
If 1 were u voice, a persuasive voice,
That would travel the wide world
through,
I would fly on the beams of the morning
light,
And speak to men with gentle might.
And tell them to lie true;
I would fly, I would Hy over land and sea—
Wherever a human heart might be.
Ti lling a tale or singing a song,
In praise of the right—in blame of the
wrong—
I would fly, I would fly, I would fly over
land and sea.
If T were a voice, a consoling voice,
i’ll fly on the wings of the air;
The homes of Sorrow and guilt I’d seek,
And calm and truthful words l'.l speak
To save them from despair,
I would fly, I would fly, o’er the crowded
town.
And drop, like the happy sunlight, down
Into the hearts of suffering men
An.l teach them to look up again—
I would fly, T would fly, I would fly o'er
the crowded town.
If I were a voice, a convincing voice,
I'd travel whh the wind.
And wherever 1 saw ihe nations torn
By warfare, jealousy, spite or scorn.
Or hatred of j their kind.
I would fly, I would fly on the thunder
crush.
And into their blinded bosoms flash;
Then, with their evil thoughts subdued,
I'd teach tliefh Christian brotherhood—
I would fly, I would fly, I would fly on
the thunder crash.
If I were a voice, an immortal voice,
I would fly the earth around;
And wherever man to his idols bowed,
I’d publish in notes both long and loud
The Gospel's joyful sound;
I would fly, 1 would fly on the wings of
day
Proclaiming peace on my world wide way,
Bidding the saddened earth rejoice—
If I were a voice, an immortal voice,
I would fly. 1 would fly, I would fly on
the wings of day.
I. B. Woodbury.
All women of the tropics fade early,
says a writer in the Courier Journal, but
none more quickly than the women of
Sant, and this chiefly for Uvo reasons.
They are really, very pretty as young girls,
and seldom or never growing stout, they
should retain their beauty for a long pe
riod and would do so were it not for some
of their customs and superstitions.
The most promiscuous of these is Ihe
treatment of a Woman who has just be
come a mother. A fire—to which she is
entirely unaccustomed in that hot cli
mate—ls immediately lighted in her room
near the bed, and k id burning without in
termission for two weeks. This is done
for the pur|x>se of exorcising demons an.l
evil spiHts, and very oft. n results in ex
orcising the spirit of the poor little woman
herself. The heat of her room during her
entire Illness is simply insujiportable, and
where it doe* not produce fatal results
tends to undermine the strongest consti
tution. As the girls marry when very
young, they are likely to be old women
long before they are 30.
Then the disgusting hahit of chewing
the betel-nut, combined with the fact that
they have no demists, transforms tho
origtnally pretty mouth of the Siamese
woman into a hideous spectacle. They
first smear a seri-leaf over with quick
lime and then wrap it in a piece of the
betel-nut, very much as one rolls a ciga
rette; anil they are rarely seen without a
piece in their mouths.
The Siamese women have a curious way
of carrying this narcotic about with them.
They have their ears pierced exactly as
the women of other nations pierce the irs
for the purpose of wearing earrings; only
Instead of donning Jewels they stick into
the perforations the stems of several of
those prepared leaves. One may frequent
ly see them starting off for a chat with
their neighbors, their ears quite overload-*
ert with iheir favorite refre*shmont. v
A few minutes given every day once (he
nails are properly treated, says the La
dies' Home Journal, will keep them firm
nnd exquisite in color. After the hands
are washed each morning use the nail
brush thoroughly, and then when they are
quite dry push hack, very gently, th.- skin
that is inclined to grow up around the
edges of the nails. Under no circumstan
ces use a steel point to push back this
skin, and do not cut it away as the profes
sional manicures are apt to do. While
tho nail is still moist use the point of a
file to remove any dust or specks that the
brush has neglected, and then, with nail
scissors, sharp, curved and kept for this
purpose only, cut the nails in a shape lhat
suits your finger-tips. The ridiculously
long nail, which looks Tike a claw, is en
tirely out of fashion. Use the file to inane
smooth the rough edges left by tho scis
sors, and then take the least little bit of
red nail paste and smear ihe tiniest mor
sel on each of Ihe nails. Don't let it get
into the edges or roots, for it is only in
tended as a sort of oil to keep the nails
soft and to prevent their growing hornv;
then sprink'e a |iinch of powder on the
polisher and rub each nail with a quick,
even stroke that will result in giving it a
brightness that is refined-looking, but not
a brilliancy that suggests tliat one only 1
shines at her tinger-tll*s. After this give
the hands mother bath, using hot water
and a delicate soap, then close them nnd
rub one set of nails against the other,
achieving in this way a proper finish.
“Talking about perfume, says the New
York Tribune, what sort lo your men use
Hies.- days?" asked a young woman of a
married friend tin- other day.
“To my know ledge they never buy any,
no matter what kind they use,” was the
reply.
"The reason I ask,” said the Kiri, "was
that when f entered n closed ear at the
ferry this morning it was tilled with men,
all fr-h from the suburbs, yet I know it
was not the odor of woods and fields that
greeted me; it was a sweet, delicate, man
ufactured perfume, and I thought I would
ask you about it, so as to tell Dick.”
“Men seldom buy perfume; they let
their wives and sweethearts furnish it,”
sagely remarked the more experienced wo
man.
The worjisn looked wise, without smil
ing, und said;
"When the one man in a hundred buys
perfume he gets Bouq d’Amour. Asa
rule, men scorn its use, as being some
thing feminine, but if people will believe
‘the barber put it there,’ they will not
mind. Dear old Marechal Niel that my
grandfather used Is being revived among
men and women, I think.
"Mary Stuart has been knocked out of
the market by many imitations. It is sel
dom carried in stock now, and ranks with
Jockey Club and White Rose. Peau d’-
Kspagne is 'out’ now since the war. No
one would think of using that. Women
all run to violets, though once in a while
a striking brunette will be found who
uses carnation pinks. I would like to
know what that delightful perfume was,
just the same.”
“You are sure, dear, that it was not the
odor of new-mown hay, or—or—eider,”
hesitated the married woman?
“Oh, no,” said the girl decidedly. “Guess
I’ll ask Dick.” And the mystery of the
perfume was still unsolved.
Man can always have his own way with
woman if he only knows how. Woman,
says a writer in the New York Sun, is as
easily managed as a wax doll, but it must
be done by a somewhat circuitous method.
She rarely gets at anything directly, and
she cannot be successfully dealt with by
the direct method. Nine times out of ten,
when ihere is trouble in a home, it is laid
to someone woman or all of the women
of the household, and yet ninety-nine
times out of a hundred the man in the
family is to blame. At least, that is what
two Brooklyn men say, and they ought to
know% for Brooklyn is a great place for
family and home study, or studies of the
family in the home, us you choose to put
it.
The said men are lawyers—clever law
ers—and they know a thing or two about
man and woman nature well worth know
ing. They were telling a girl how easy
n is for man to manage woman the other
evening, and the girl toyed with the big
diamond on the tiflrd linger of her left
hand rather nervously as she listened.
The talk all started in this way:
“i heard the most banging thing com
ing over on the Staten Island boat this
afternoon I ever heard,” remarked one
of the lawyers. “A young couple came
aboard and sat down directly in front of
me. She was a pretty girl and looked as
if she might have been married two or
three years. Tiler.- was something pa
thetic in her expression, though, and I
found out what it was before the boat
landed. Her husband bosses her instead
of managing her. He gets his own way
in everything by tyranny i.n preference to
getting it by Haltering strategy, and the
very life and spirit, of course, are being
sapped out of that little woman as they
are out of every other woman who is
managed in such a bungling way.”
“Why, I thought that the majority of
wives ruled their husbands,” exclaimed
the girl. “In fact, every time I’ve been
abroad I’ve spent the best part of my
time telling my English, French and Ger
man friends what fine husbands you
American men are, how indulgent you are
to your wives and how you allow them
to have their own way in everything.”
“Of course, American men make the
best husbands in the world,” put in Mr.
Lawyer No. 2, "but man nature is man
nature the world over, and man in Amer
ica likes his own way in everything just
as well as man in Germany, Russia,
Greece or Egypt. The keynote of this
whole business Is that the American man
is shrewder in the management of wom
en. just as he is shreweder in everything
else, lhan is the man of any other coun
try on the face of the earth.”
‘ That’s the whole this g in a nutshell,”
answered the other lawyer. "As I was
•saying, this except! rail man on the ferry
boat bossed his wife instead of managing
her. He buried his face in his paper and
did not speak to her the whole way over.
She made some pleasant remarks and he
gave a grunt for a reply, and when she
asked him a question about a government
vessel lying off shore he did not even
grunt, much less answer. Just before we
dock. <1 she said to him in a half timid,
wholly mellow voice:
“Dearest, don’t you think we might go
up town in an open car? It will be so
much cooler.’ She looked all tired out by
the heat.
“ ’No,’ he answered deliberately and dis
tinctly, ’I have said we would go up town
on the elevated. I should think that would
settle it, madam.’
"It settled her, T can tell you. I glared
at that man, and he glared at me, and the
poor little woman looked away off to
ward the st a helplessly. I would have en
joyed tossing him overboard, but as it was
I pitied her as a slave and him as, not a
master, but a slave driver. That man, by
his own doing, is a slave to unhappiness.”
"Yes,” said the other man, “and he
could have' gone tip town by the route he
preferred,and his wile would have thought
that that was the only way to ge to their
destination.”
“How?” asked the girl.
“Oh, by using a little decent diplomacy.
He should have said ’Dearie, by which
way do you prefer to go up town?’ She'd
have been so tickled and flattered over be
ing consulted that she would have spon
taneously answered, ‘Oh, I want to go
whichever way you want to go.' Women
always do that, and this man could have
gone on the elevated railroad, as he wish
ed, getting his own way, and his wife
would have been content, pleased, even
happy into the bargain. It may only
take the- trouble to appear to give a wo
man her way, he invariably gets his, and
both are happy, for it is woman’s nature
to want to please those who are her own.
-Man should se. k to manage woman, not
to master her. Whin a woman is man
aged she blossoms out ilkt a great south
ern rose and shells sweetness and beauty
on all around her; when she is mastered,
she loses all of iter youth, her vivacity,
iter interest in life. Her spirit is broken,
her capacity for enjoyment leaves her,
ami when she ceases to be able to enjoy
them she can no longer inspire enjoyment
in others. Man tires of her ,when this
comes to pass and wonders how he ever
could have thought that he cared for this
particular Woman, never seeming to re
alize for one instant that he is responsible
for the Change in her. 1 till you, manag
ing a woman is one thing, and mastering
her is quite another.”
“Yes,” answered the girl. Hashing her
diamond defiantly, "hut there are women,
just a few, you know’, in this world who
refuse to be either managed or mastered.”
“Oh, no,” answered lawyer No. l.
"They think they can’t be* either managed
of mastered, hut every living, breathing
creature in the shape of woman can be
managed or mastered, or both. Woman is
naturally not self-reliant, and she likes
to have man think and act for her without
appearing to do so. She iikes to have iiim
do what he thinks best, so long as slit is
made to feel that he would be perfectly
w illing to do as she thinks best. In other
words, a woman managed is a woman
made; a woman mustered is a woman
marred. When a man manages his wife,
there is no trouble in the household, lie
pets his way and is content and happy;
she gives him his way because sne
thinks he 4s a dear enough to wan* her to
have h rs, and so things run along evenly
and smoothly. But in a household where
the man masters the woman there is mis
ery. He is dissatisfied with himself be
cause he gets what he wants by force
rather than diplomacy. All people who
exercise power over others because they
know they possesß it, dud they
feel that they haw* the right to exercise
this |(over, are discontented, and this mas
tered woman is utterly miserable because
she feels that what she thinks and says
and does counts for nothing, and so after
a while she concludes that It isn’t worth
while to think or to talk or to act, and
she becomes about as useful a member
of society at lust as the jellyfish is in its
kingdom, thanks to the man to whom she
is tied.”
“I see.” said the girl. "I hope I’ll get
a man a manager and not a master,” ard
she looked into the diamond as if she
would read her fate there.
There's just no telling, says Dorothy Dlx
in the New Orleans Picayune, the trouble
that this awe of our neighitors’ opinions
causes. If they could get off where no
loly knew them half of the poor young
couples you know, who get married, would
start out In u sensible and reasonable
way, with a little cottage, and plain fur
niture, and the girl doing her own cooking,
and they would be happy and comfortable,
and get along. But they haven’t the cour
age to do that at home, and so they have
a fine wedding, and the girl's people .in
put on half rations for the next six
months to pay for a silly white satin
gown. They go to housekeeping in a
house that is gorgeous with empire fur
niture. bought on the installment plan,
and life resolves Itself into one prolonged
struggle to head off the bill collector.
They didn’t w-ant to do it. They knew bet
ter. They were just simply victims to <ur
common dread of what people will say
about us.
It is this same feeling that is at the
bottom of the domestic problem. There
are so many women wanting work, and
they arc so awfully particular what kind
of work it is. I think 1 know personally a
couple of million of girls who are prepar
ing themselves to be artists and Illustra
tors and prima donnas, and not a singie
one wi>o is qualified for a good cook. If
you advertise in the paper for a type
writer or stenographer or clerk you will
have to hire a policeman to protect you
from the horde of girls who will apply for
the position, and they will take almost
anything you offer. But If you wan; a
good cook or housemaid or a trusty nurse
you will have to get out and hustle around
to find one who will languidly condescend
to come and try you and see If she iikes
you. If you take the lot of the average
maid in a good family, where she gets
good wages, a nice room and the best of
food, it is infinitely more comfortable and
lucrative than that of the illy paid girl
who clerks in a store, who must
be on her feet all day, and
whose scant wages will pay
for only the poorest subsistence. It is
nothing but the absurd idea that clerk
ing is more respectable than cooking
that keeps many a girl behind the coun
ter instead of before the cooking stove.
Another way In which we are martyrs
to our neighbors’ opinions is in wearing
mourning. Every doctor will tell you
that the custom is almost suicidal, and
that just as soon as a woman puts it on
he begins to get ready to treat her for
some nervous malady. When death
comes into our homes and robs us of our
loved ones, it is hard enough to boar.
God knows, without adding anything
else to it in the way of gloom. How
worse than useless it seems, when the
heart is bowed down and the world sad
dened, to shut out every ray of sunshine
with heavy veils and make one’s frock a
perpetual reminder of loss from which one
cannot escape. How g.oomy the house
looks when on y black robed figures flit
about, seeming to keep the grief always
before one, the wound always open. Men
hate mourning gowns on their womankind;
the women themselves tell you that they
shrink in horror from it; that it makes
them depressed, nervous, ill, but because
other people will think it queer if they
don’t they shroud themselves in funereal
crape, no matter if it is at the risk of
health and iife.
The popularity of Admiral Sampson
among the street urchins of American ci
ties is shared by members of his family. A
few days ago a New York club gave a
reception to one of the daughters of this
seadog. While the reception was in fuii
swing noise of a growing tumult crept in
to the rooms. Someone went to the door
and found the house In a state of siege.
The street was blocked by a mob of small
boys with grimy, resolute faces. When
the door opened the murmur swelled to a
clamor.
"What do you want, boys?” asked the
astonished young woman at the door.
"Want to see Admiral Sampson's daugh
ter,” shrilled the crowd.
“Well, you can’t,” and the door was shut.
After a parley on the part of the be
sieged, and much noise on the part of the
beseigers, the door opened once more and
a dignified young woman said sternly:
"Now, hoys, you are annoying us and
you must go away at once.”
The crowd responded as one boy:
“Nope! We won't budge until we’ve seen
Admiral Sampson’s daughter.”
The ultimatum was so positive that there
was nothing to do but run up a white flag
or call out the militia. Miss Sampson,much
amused, urged surrender, so the attacking
force was invited in and one by one they
filed through the hall and parlor, a rag
ged but triumphant band. They took a good
square look at MBs Sampson, solemnly
shook hands with her and then filed out.
The heroine of the occasion, under fire,
showed herself her father's own daughter
and bore the wide-eyed scrutiny with smil
ing self-possession, while she cordially
shook the little black hands held out to her.
She,says she doesn't know when she ever
enjoyed anything more. Her father has not
yet heard of this compliment to him, but
when it does come to his ears there is no
doubt but what he will enjoy the Joke as
much as did his daughter.
Don't Wait—
If you've anything good to say of a man,
Don’t wait till he’s laid to rest
For the eulogy spoken when hearts are
broken
Is an empty thing at best.
Ah! the blighted flower now drooping lone
ly
Would perfume the mountain side.
If the sun’s glad ray had but shone to-day
And the pretty bud espied.
If you've any alms to give to the poor,
Don't wait til! you hear the cry
Of wan distress In the wilderness.
Lest the one forsook muy die.
Oh. hearken to poverty’s sad lament!
Be swift her wants to allay;
Don’t spurn God’s poor from the favored
door,
As you hope for mercy one day.
Don't wait for another to bear the burden
Of sorrow’s Irksome load;
Let your hand extend to a stricken friend
As ho totters down life’s road.
And if you’ve anything good to say of a
man.
Don't wait till he’s laid at rest;
For the eulogy spoken when hearts are
broken
Is an empty thing at best.
—Selection published in the New Y'ork
Tribune. (
There ought to be an auxiliary society
for the prevention of cruelty to children.
Tile auxiliary, says the New Y'ork Times,
should do its good work among the ranks
of mothers who want to make their chil
dren happy in their own—the mothers’
own—way, and not the children's. There
was one of these mothers in a car going
to one of the beaches the other day. With
her was, among other children, a boy of
about 9 or 10. The boy was standing, but
finally a seat was vacated just in front,
which the mother wished the boy to tak**.
How to get it was the next question. The
boy started one way. only to be pulled in
another. He was willing to go the oi(lee
way, but then the mother had decided
that still another was better. She puled
the boy around by the arm, talking j n
cessantly, until finally he refused m
move at all. Then a friendly neighbor
decided that she would come to the rescue
and offered her broad lap as a seat for
the small boy. That was the last straw
Sit in a woman's lap In a public car’ or
course he wouldn’t, and he struggled
vainly, but with an effort on the part of
the mother and neighbor he was mad,- to
sit down, looking miserable and unhappy
‘Did you see that?" said one woman
who had been looking on to another.
“What would you do if you were that
boy?"
“Do.” said the other woman, hotly an )
perhaps thinking of the story books of
her youth, “I'd jump off the car and run
away to sea.”
But the boy was not old enough to get
so far away from the parental hand, but
when, in a few years, he does, the moth
er will never understand why her kind
ness has been so strangely repaid.
“When I was learning the way in which
I was exepected to act as a grown-up per
son, remarked, says the New York Sun, a
woman who had already reached the sn
that was marked by white hair tnd the
generous lines of a dowager's figure, "It
was always impressed upon me that, what
ever ei’se* might happen, I must keep my
elbows off the table. There was little dan
ger that I would eat with my knife. One
or two warnings usually rid a child of any
tendency toward that habit. I got over it
soon enough to have no recollection of
any prolonged training in that direction.
“But the elbow question was a more se
rious one. I had to be reminded of my
weakness in that direction. My subse
quent triumph was bought only after a
struggle. But it did come ultimately, and
conscious of my own strength I nad a
Pity for persons who had not i’earned the
lesson as I had in childhood. But there
were very few opportunities for me to ex
hibit this sympathy. I never saw anybody
put their elbows on the table at any time.
It wag quite as unknown as to find any
body eating with a knife. So, in common
with other persons who received their
breeding at the time I did, elbows on no
table went down with the knife as one of
the unpardonable crimes of dining room
etiquette.
“But I have learned within recent years
that I was wrong about all that. There
is not the slightest breach of the best table
manners in sitting through a dinner with
one’s elbows on the table, so long as
the arms above and below them happen to
belong to a woman. If they are bare it is
highly probable that they will remain on
the dining table during two-thirds of the
meal. That, indeed, is the distinctly
‘smart’ attitude at large dinners, and the
girl who fails at some time during the
dinner to lean on the table with her head
in her hands and stare Or smile at the man
opposite has completely failed to take ad
vantage of one of the most effective din
ner tricks known to the girl's of to-day.
It is even possible to hold a wine glass in
the hands, and, with the elbows on the ta
ble, sip it slowly, but that is a little diffi
cult. and needs practice.
“Duse used to do that in the final act of
‘Cannlle,’ and it was very fetching. But
beginners should be cautious about trying
it. With both elbows on the table and the
arms stretched out directly in from of her
a girl may toy with a piece of bread, talk
to the man next lo her, and make a very
piquant tableau. She should never fail to
get her elbows on the table several times
during a dinner, and if the arms are pretty
the effect is, of course, very much better.
But in evening dress they are sure to vary
attractively the monotony of the attitudes
at a dinner, whatever their particular
qualities are. Dinner in a restaurant, or
luncheon, offers the same opportunities. Of
course, it is scarcely' worth while for them
to do anything of this kind at home, so
there is no use for considering the oppor
tunities for it there.
“One thing must always be borne in
mind. Elbows on the table can still be vul
gar. That is the result when the arms rise
horizontally on the table with the elbows
pointing out. That is as much bad form
to-day as it was fifteen years ago, and I
don't believe that any girl in the most
fashionable society could attempt that with
propriety. The elbows must rest on the ta
ble only when the arms are vertical.
“One other change has come about which
seemed a violation of something I had been
taught in the 1 past, ulthough it is looked
upon now as a perfectly permissible prac
tice, even If it has not the sanction of fash
ion. Not long ago I saw a woman In Del
monieo’s using a toothpick most ostenta
tiously. She was almost defiant in the way
she flourished It about. I knew her. knew
that she was not a woman who could pos
sibly be ignorant of what was proper and
wondered. When I am in the dark about
these matters I consult my children. So t
asked one of my daughters w r hen I got
home that night how in the world Mrs. X
happened to be using a toothpick like that
in public when it was supposed to be some
thing that was usually confined to the pri
vacy of a woman's room. ‘Oh, that’s done
everywhere now,’ she said to me. ’Last
summer at Hamburg the Prince of Wales
used one regularly on the piazza* and mado
the waiter bring him one. It look some
time and after that he came to the restau
rant always with a little gold one that un
screwed like a pencil and could be carried
in his vest pocket. He uses it always in
public and so do the English people who
copy him. The Americans who go to Lon
don regularly saw that and imported the
custom to let it be seen that they knew
what was done in the Prince of Wales
set.’
“That did not serve to quiet my own
misgivings as to propriety, but it helped
to explain what I had heard about a fash
ionable amateur who went to the opera al
ways with a gold toothpick and seemed to
enjoy it. It-also helped me to realize that
manners change.”
"The most healthful and agreeable bath
is that of tepid water,’ writes Ruth Ash
more in the Ladies’ Home Journal. lew
ptople can stand absolutely cold baths, and
no matter how strong one may be such a
bath should not be indulged In unless a
thorough rubbing be taken afterward, lo
speak plainly, it must be remembered that
while a cold bath may be more or less
invigorating it is not cleansing. I “ ll *
easily understand the desire of c '* ! '
woman lo have a clear beautiful skin.
1 confess to being provoked when I think
of the amount of money spent on lotions,
creams and powders to be applied exter
nally, and which have nothing like as
good an effect upon the skin as a tepid
bath with good soup taken at least om
a week. The condition of the skin de
pends almost entirely on the care given
to the general health. The girl who is up
late at night, gives no care to her di* t,
indulges in various stimulants, bathes hut
seldom, and exercises less, Is certain to
have either a dull, muddy looking skm,
or one covered with disagreeable looking
black and red spots. One should ovog
many sweets and much pastry, and not 1
low herself to become a slave either to t* 1
or coffee any more than she would to son V
vicious drug or strong stlmulent. *•
should also remember that, unless sin gj
in good condition internally, she will w
anything but a pleasant object to,few
upon externally.” A,
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