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THE 8 JNNT SOUTH. ATLANTA, GEORGIA OCTOBER 14 1893
WHA t IS MY LIFI LIKKf
For Thjc Sunny South.
My life le like the mountain rill,
That t>eeks the lonely >hade;
Or gurgles out. when summer anna
Hare lighted up the giade;
So like the brook that murmura on,
Amid the grass and fern;
we'l pleaseato know, ’mid autumn a gloom,
That summer will return I
The birds bare never ceased to sing—
In minor strains, ’tls true;
And ahadowa never yet have veiled
The whole of heaven’s blue I
And thus, you see, my life has been
go like a mountain rill;
with bits of sunshine here, and there,
To glint, and glad, and thrill 1
The smallest flower that gems the sod,
is mirrored in my soul,
And reproduced in glory atill—
a part, if not the whole.
And that is why, I think, that time
Has lightly touched my brow:
The flowers that at morning smiled,
Are blooming sweetly now.
And. like the tiny mountain brook,
That slugs itself to rest,
I bury all my earth-born cares.
On nature’s loving breast.
—Mrs. Mary Ware.
Birmingham, Ala.
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WOMAN’S CLUBS A FARCE.
iiab Mercilessly Scorns These Ridicu
lous Institutions.
(Copyrighted, 1893, From Oar Regu
lar Correspondent.)
New York, Oct. 10,1893.
HAT IS THEMAT-
ter nowadays with
lovely women?
When two or three
of her are met to
gether, she invari
ably wants to call it
a club, and to begin
to be parliamentary.
Eve's daughters are
not clubabl e. When
a few nice women
meet, have a pleas
ant time, arrange to come together
soon again, and keep on meeting in
formally every week or so, it’s delight
ful.
But the very minute that the wom
an enters who has once belonged to a
club, the leavengof uhappiness comes;
a president is elected, rules are made,
the women squabble, and they yearn
for descriptions of their meeting to
be written up in the newspapers.
I one had for two months the doubt
ful felicity of belonging to a club, and
daring that time I heard more bad
English, saw more envy, hatred, mal
ice and all uncharitableness, and came
nearer to losing my own self-respect
than ever before, because I belonged
to the sex that all that club did.
CLUB WOMEN ARE SO SILLY.
Since then I have had the extreme
pleasure of being present at various
club meetings, and every time I go
wish I had the pen of a Dickens and
the pencil of a Hogarth. The woman
with unmitigated gall—I am obliged
to use a slangy and coarse word— is
the woman who is most in evidence,
She pushes past all the more refined
women and counts herself the
‘•Voice.”
Next to her comes the gushing wo
man who gets np and distributes flat
tery with a trowel until the woman
about whom she is talking get to be
lieve themselves something more than
women and not less than gods.
The feminine idea of parliamentary
rules is unique; some enthusiast will
third a motion; another will get up
right in the midst of an argument as
to bow the rent is to be raised for the
club rooms, and after saying that she
hopes they will get it, tell an affeoting
little story about her baby girl pray
ing that she may soon be old enough
to join mamma’s club. Then every
body applauds, and one tender-heart
ed woman jumps up and says:
“1 know that was a good speech
cause it made me cry.”
WOMEN BORES AND FLATTERERS.
The last club meeting that I attend
ed made such an impression upon me
that I couldn’t sleep all night, and my
family objecting to my meandering
around m a long white robe and
frightening the dogs, tnink that I
had better not accept any more invi
tations.
The speaker who]|looked as if she
were in training for a prize fight, but
who at that time was only wrestling
with the Queen’s English, announced
that she wasn’t going to make a set
speech, but just give a talk, which talk
she promptly proceeded to read from a
bundle of manuscript.
It was an ignorant, vulgar piece of
flattery; it simply praised everybody
and everything, and summed up the
situation by concluding that every
body who didn’t yearn to wear the spe
cial badge of that club and who wasn't
proud of belonging to it had better—
well, I don’t know exactly what they
had better do, but anyhow get off into
innocuous desuetude.
There is no comparative degree in a
woman’s club. Everything is super
lative. A young woman, who wore a
pink felt hat, on which black feathers
bobbed, and whose hair had the stamp
that marks the caste of peroxide of
hydrogee, was presented to me as
“Miss Lulu Smithers, the greatest dra-
matio actress living.” I confess to
being frigbtened, and I know Miss
Lulu Smithers set me down as being
an idiot. I had met the divine Sarah;
I had met the exquisite Jane Hading;
I had delighted in Ellen Terry, joyed
with Mrs. Kendal, starred at Duse,
had lived twenty-nine years, had gone
to the theatre ever since I was two
years old, and bad never heard of
Miss Smithers, the greatest dramatic
actress. Immediately after that, Mrs.
Angelina.Bas-Bleu came np, and was
announced as “the writer of today,”
She was tall, she spoke of herself as
slender. But I find bony women often
call themselves that.
she had a mouth likb a bull dog,
and her clothes looked as if they had
been fired at her, and by chance stuck.
She was graciousness itself; indeed,
it miy be said that she condescended
to uie to such an extent that I felt she
be-
was wiping up the floor with me. Her
voice and her walk were alike strident.
In a sort of a long-distance telephone
tone, she halloed: “I am told that
yon write a little.” I grew two inches
shorter,and said : “On the typewri
ter.” Her nostrils inflated, she looked
at me pityingly, and added: “I thought
you were one of ns. There are times
when I feel that I must write: I feel
as Chatterton did. I feel the divine
ametns; I get up in the night and put
my thoughts down in burning words,
and for three days afterwards I am
perfectly exhausted.” I always like
to bay a new book, so I very weakly
said; ‘ It may sound very ignorant,
but I should like to know the name of
your last book, for I believe I would
enjoy it.” With a glance, that ought
to have killed me, bat didn’t, she an
swered, and if it had been though the
“ ’phone” they would have heard it in
Washington, “I have never yet pub
lished. My thoughts are too sacred
for the world at large.” Then I had
the same feeling that a dog has when
he walks out of a room with his tail
between his legs.
A MOB OF CLUB LOUNGBBS.
I was introduced to the famous sou
brette who had never yet made her ap
pearance on any stage, I was intro
duced to the ccming woman, to one
who is to rewrite all the plays, to show
the faults of the great dramatists and
all the players of the present day;
wae introduced to a young woman
who asked me if I was athletic, and to
another one who asked me if I wore
corsets, and who called down upon me
an awfnl present and a future of fire
and sulphur when I said I did.
Funniest of all, I was introduced to
a woman who was called, “the woman
friend,”and who yet, to my knowledge
had defrauded a young woman out of
$500 by using the name of a well
known actress, and who was so con
scious of this deceit herself that, when
she was threatened with exposure, she
gave back the money for the sake of
getting the contract, and never real
ized that a clever lawyer had the con
tract photographed to keep her from
blackmailing his client, and that one
of those photographs was in my pos
session. After seeing this woman
couldn’t stay. I got out in the fresh
air as soon as possible.
HOW THIS MAN DORS DETEST THEM.
Walking up Fifth avenue I met the
Colonel.
He didn’t say anything to me about
my brain; bat, as he dined with me
the night before, he spoke of the ex
cellence of the mutton, and of the
great knowledge that it took to ar
range a suitable dinner.
I told him about the club; he shook
his head very sadly.
“It’s all wrong, all wrong,” he said
“The suitable clubs, as far as women
are concerned, should consist either of
husband and wife, of mother and chil
dren, or of a young girl and her sweet
heart. These combinations are never
parliamentery. When feminine clubs
come in, good cooking goes out.
have the greatest respect, as you
know, my dear, for all women; but
don’t like to think of one hammering
a meeting to order. I don’t like to
think of one raising her voice so that
she can be heard all over a hall
When a woman begins this sort of
thing, she grows vulgar, and vulgar
ity is more contagious than the small
pox. We men have always laughed
at sewing societies, but at least, if
there was considerable gossip, some
good was done in making warm
clothes for the people who haven’t
any. The very fact that in some wo
men’s clubs, as I have heard, they fine
a woman for swearing, suggests to my
mind what a woman must be when a
law like this becomes necessary. I
think you told me you once belonged
to a club, didn’t you?”
I absolutely blushed, and I said:
“Yes, I did for two months; the club
claimed to be formed of writers, and I
don’t think two-thirds of them had
ever read the standard books, let alone
writing anything more important
than how to orochet a necklace for her
sweetheart. One innocuous young
woman told me she joined, hoping to
learn to write; and another one said
she directed the envelopes in an of
fice. Between yon and me, I think
her work was abont the most respecta
ble of the lot; bat I had had snch
beautiful ideals; I expected to meet
the George|Eliots, the feminine Wal
ter Besants, the women who were
strong of brain and big of heart; but,
alas! they either didn't exist, or hadn’t
; oined that club. I don’t think wo
man is a clubable creature.
NICE WOMEN ARE NOT CLUB MEMBERS.
“No,” added the Colonel, “when she
is purely womanly she is not; her life
is too fall of goodness’>nd sweetness
and loving kindness for her to want
to waste her hoars on a mob, as that
lower animal, man, does. The very
minate you have women racing to
olabs, that very minate you take her
from her higher state and pat her on
a par with the lower orders. I don’t
think the good God will recard her as
a club member; I think He will take
her quite by herself, and judge and
be merciful to her aooording to the
oloser life that she has led. It is in
her power to save the world, bat ahe
has got to do it by individual effort
and not in a mass. You see, T am old-
fashioned, and believe with Mr. Wal
ter Besant that the best profession
for a woman to enter is that of mar
riage. Of course, my dear, I know
that there are many lovely women
who have to go out into the world to
day and earn the bread and butter for
the household, but these are not the
women who are giving their opinions
in clubs; these women are too busy
for that. When the work-day time is
over, their rests and their enjoyment
are in the home. Tell me, now, after
a busy day, what would you rather
do?”
I felt as if I were being interviewed,
and yet I can’t imagine anybody tell
ing the Colonel anything else but the
truth; so I said :
‘ Well, for a while, I like to read a
pleasant book; then I eDjoy the din
ner which I have ordered in the morn
ing, and enjoy it twice ks much it 1
have a couple of friends with me;
then I like some people to drop in that
I like; I like to hear a bit of good
music; I like people to talk things
over, but not to argue, and I like to
feel, as I put my head on a pillow, al
lowing myself five minutes of beauty
sleep, that I am at peace with the
world.”
“But,” said the Colonel, “how would
you like it if, when the resting hours
came, you were surrounded by women
who talked about the beauty of work;
who discussed nothing but shop, and
who counted everything but their am
bitions, small?”
WOMEN AS TIME-WASTERS.
“I shouldn’t like it at all; I should be
horribly bored. The beauty of work
consists not in talking about it. hut in
doing it to the best of one’s ability;
but, Colonel, those women think I am
frivolous! The other day out in the
park while I was giving the dogs a
romp, I met a club woman, and she
told me I was wasting my time,
didn’t think so. I had had a good
walk; I had gained an appetite for my
dinner, and tne dogs were looking at
me with eyes full of delight and grat
itude, because they haa had such a
good time. In addition to the pups, I
bad two small boys with me; they
weren’t mine; I wish they were; and
they had showed me more odd nooks
and told me more about the foliage
out there than 1 had ever dreamed of.
After we dined that night, we had all
had so much fresh air and such a good
tramp, that the Hush-a-by Lady trom
Lullaby street only had time to say
‘good-night’ to us before our eyes were
closed. The next morning the boj s
were eager to go to their lessons; the
dogs were willing to sit still, and, in
their own way, discuss the afternoon
before, and I felt that life was worth
living and work worth doing. And
yet the club moman thought that if I
had been writing an article on ‘The
Woman of the Future: What Will be
Her Aims and Their Results,’ it would
have been enough sight better than
fooling away my time. That is what
she called it. Giving pleasure to
three puppies and two boys, drinking
in no end of fresh air; looking at tbe
trees in tUeir red and brown frocks,
and having big mouthfuls of rest—
why, the woman of the future!
Bother! I have got to look after the
woman of the present.”
The colonel said : “My dear, you put
it a little strongly, but I think you
are right. The country is getting to
be woman-ridden, and I am a bit tired
of it.”
“Tired of it,” I exclaimed; “you
can’t be half as tired of it as I am,
but then I am tired of so many
things.”
Bab.
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