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‘LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG.
Kate Clyde Pays Her Respects to Women’s Clubs;
With Some Reasons Why They Are Not Perfection
A PROMINENT writer uses her
pen to speak in favor of wo
men's clubs. .She says they
k keep a great many women
from growing crazy (instead of the
• other way around, as some of us have
supposed).
She herself has no use for them, be
cause life with her is so full of activity,
but all women are not so blessed.
Therefore the club has its uses.
Sho goes on to say that when she
Walks past rows of brownstone apart
ment houses all on the same pattern
like so many cages she wonders what
keeps the women In them from grow
ing insane.
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Well, work, my dear lady, keeps us
all from growing “nutty” on account of
thinking of ourselves, but if we haven't
work enough or
lay enough
r ambitions
enough that we
must achieve or
die in the at
tempt, why, yes,
indeed, there’s
the club, and
very harmless
way of passing
the time it is.
The only trou
ble is, it bores
some of us. If
women's clubs
were only differ
ent now!
But there's a
Discussed dry c
authors.
dust certain sameness
about them that
is monotonous,
to say the least. When I speak of wo
men's clubs, by the way, I bar out those
devoted to outdoor sports, skating,
horsebnek riding, etc. They are not
real ' women clubs.” You know what I
mean.
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I have belonged to a literary club,
to a political club, to a so called “so
cial” club, and each was more weari
some than the others. The literary
club discussed dry as dust authors in
a schoolroom way. It rebelled at any
live discussion on live subjects. It was
absolutely painstaking, but with no
spark of originality or brilliancy in it.
Need I say worse?
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The political club was no fun, be
cause outside of a wild tendency to re
form everything in sight there could be
no active participation in real events—
women being debarred, in most states
at least, and I aiways did hate watch
ing banquets from the gallery. If I am
interested in a thing and within sight
of it I want to be “in it” most distinctly
and. emphatically. Besides, 1 have no
desire to reform any one or anything.
Women have a passion for reforming,
cuttipg down, making over, pruning,
establishing societies for the prevention
of—etc. (Breath fails me.) Sociolo
gists say this is what woman was made
for—her natural instinct, so to speak.
Well it's mighty unpleasant of her, and
I must say on this point. I am most
unfeminine.
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As for the social club, heaven defend
me! The members disagreed so they
could never come to a unanimous de
cision about any orie form of amuse
ment. The result was we had none.
Some wanted luncheons with wine and
all the modern trimmings, others raved
at this and insisted on a ten course
dinrier served with lots of ice cold
water and speeches afterward—plenty
of speeches. Some wished a theater
party and named a certain popular
play. The others were shocked and
suggested either Shakespeare or a
euchre party. It was awful!
The original-members made fun of
the dull ones, and the prim ones said
openly the lively ones ought to' be put
out.
On one point at least all these clubs
resembled each other—they were per
fect “fight fests.”
Why do women quarrel so? Ask the
powers that made them, only it ought
to be clear to any observer that they
were never made to hang together.
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Every now and then a woman rights
friend of mine comes to the house to
spread her propaganda, and I always
smile and say I am not quite ready to
join in the movement yet.
And why? as the French say. My
friends, I am waiting until in the
natural evolution of things it will be
possible for women to gather together
in an organization without snapping
each other's heads off on account of
private petty feelings and convictions.
Perhaps the day will come. When it
does there will be some hope for wo
man's rights.
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In the meantime it would be a good
bit of practice to have real women’s
clubs for comfort and entertainment;
clubs to which the out of town mem
ber could have her latchkey and no silly
rules to. oppress her; clubs in which
the lonely newspaper writer member
might pass a pleasant evening chat-
There are enough professional wo-, I was rescued more dead than alive. | scholar. There may be lack of inter-/ This practical plan will work a great i tightly meshed blue veil on a woman
men in most of the large cities to make j Then there was the memorable time I est or a hereditary difficulty in learn- j deal better than “education for educa- with a bright color makes her face look)
this profitable, and in the smaller when the Spanish gentleman stopped ing certain subjects. Thus the son of tion’s sake” with most children, Vbo- J purple—in fact blue veils, unless match-,
towns there are enough spinsters, wid- j the car on the second floor and politely practical parents will scorn poetry and
ows and lonely ones, goodness knows! tried to start me on the way to the j “take to” arithmetic or mechanical
If they only would band together for third floor, . but instead touched the i studies," while another boy whose par-
a good time and not«for petty rivalry
and backbiting!
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wrong cord, sending me with exceed
ing swiftness straight to the cellar.
Ah, that was a great piece of ma-
Another accident in an elevator late- chinery. It was so malicious it was
ly! Well, for all that, give me the j almost human.
great American elevator! - And for fear it should wear out, mind
What I suffered with the foreign : you, they didn’t allow you to use it
article no one knows except those who . coming down at all, but only when you
lived with me at that hotel in Paris. i went up. There was a big notice to
It was a wonderful little wheezy af- * that effect pasted at each floor!
ents are fond of literature will take to
composition and shirk his algebra and
chemistry. But. every child is inter
ested in something. The point is to
find out how he can be interested in
what you* want him to learn.
“Give him reasons for learning how
to spell. Show him the use of it, and
he will want to learn,” says this wise
teacher. "Point out to him the prac
lieve. Judging them by myself, I was : ing the gown, look vulgar and In bad
anxious to cut out as much school as taste. Dark haired, sallow women
possible because I did not see the sense I should never attempt white veils. Fine
of learning half the things which were spider web patterns make a woman
forced upon me.
There might le pool tables.
ting with her friends. In which one
could get a decent cup of tea and a
good dinner and magazines and lively
books. There might he a swimming
tank and pool tables, also a card room
for those who preferred that sort of
thing. For all. married or single, the
club would be a pleasant meeting
place.
look either tattooed or wrinkled, while
closely dotted, broad meshed veils make.'
an indifferent skin look almost beauti-
The shops are full of polka dotted j f U ]_ Black veils do not go with a very
foulards again this year. i light hat or gown, unless the toilet has.
That reminds me. Last summer in j somewhere a touch of black, and fine 1
the cottage colony where I was there tulle v&ls should not be worn with
was great rivalry in the matter of heavy cloth dresses for shopping or
dress.' One wo
man hurt the
feelings of an
other, didn’t in
vite her to a
bridge luncheon,
I think it was,
and this woman
had a bright blue
foulard dress
with very large
white polka dots.
What did the
woman who was
slighted do but
send up to New
York for an even
louder blue fou
lard with a per
fectly enormous Wore it next Sunday to
white polka dot church.
in it, and she
traveling.
CROWN PRINCESS MARIE OF ROUMANIA AND HER YOUNGER SON.
The heir to the Roumanian throne is Prince Ferdinand von Hohenzollem, nephew of the present king. Ferdi
nand’s wife is Princess Marie of Edinburgh, daughter of the Duke of Saxe-Coburg and one of the innumerable
host of Queen Victoria’s descendants married into European reigning families. The most notable matchmaker of
her time was Queen Victoria, and she generally managed to land her children and grandchildren where they had at
least a prospect of holding down a throne. Princess Marie is a famous athlete, although she is the mother of four
children, the youngest being little Prince Nicolas, shown in the picture with his mother. He is now three years
old and is the handsomest royal child in Europe.
fair, and it held about two and a halt
people. The guests ran It themselves
when it did not run them.
Never, oh, nevaire, shall I forget the
first time I was left alone In it. It
carried me. shrieking, past my own
floor until I hit the root with a good
BUMP and stuck there frantically,
trying to crawl still higher and making
ugly coughing sounds because it
couldn't
This “walk down, ride up" stunt Is
a favorite one on the continent. It
makes one realize more than ever that
America is the land of comfort—luxury
from the European point of view.
As usual there are plenty of articles
on child education in the magazines,
but, thank heaven, some of them are
becoming sensible.
tical uses of algebra and geometry in
stead of letting him think they are
fiendish books invented for his discom
fort.”
That's the right idea!
A child is not so silly as we think he
is. He wants to know of what good
things are. Show him they are of
value and he will want them as he
A public school teacher says there wants other things which appear de
ls no such quality as laziness in a > sirable to him.
gave it to the children’s colored nurse
as a present. Mammy, with the
love of her race for all loud things,
promptly made it up and wore it the
next Sunday when she took the chil
dren to church (the mother was con
veniently ill). The other woman was
there dressed in her Paris made blue
foulard, and the colored lady sailed
up and took the seat just behind her,
while the children giggled delightedly.
Now whether Mammy had been coach
ed to do this I don’t know, but it
worked. The woman turned around,
gave one horrified sniff at the crea
tion which was such an awful carica
ture of her own and flounced out of
church.
FOR BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
Brothers and sisters-in a family find
great sport in teasing one of their num
ber whom they suspect of having tender
feelings toward one of the opposite sex.
A rosy blush creeping up the face of a
sister will give them a clew that they
will follow up with intense glee and
vigor, and from a brother a burst of
admiration for some nice girl will be re
membered and acted upon at all mo-
men ts.
Those who never have been in love
think those so smitten admirable tar
gets for ail sorts of sharpened arrows,
never heeding what real suffering they
may be dealing out.
Chaffed and teased by brothers and
sisters, a girl will spend her secret
hours in tears, relieving herself of the :
pain so carefully hidden when others
are rvatching her. She fears they may
have guessed the secret she will not ac-'
knowledge even to herself.
Put yourself in the place of the broth
er and sister you make fun of, and ycu
will realize you are acting very self
ishly.
I'irifiLT d’btdz—.
New York.
ABOUT VEILS.
A lady who made a thorough study
of veils when In Paris recently says
that the middle of the veil should al
ways fall over the middle of the front
of the hat. “Then," she goes on. "de
cide how much fullness you want at
top and bottom and draw the veil
straight and smooth from the. hat to
the chin. After securing the veil at the
top bring the lower edge round to the
back without wrinkles or folds, gath
ering up the two ends, tie them and
tuck them away neatly. Don't pull it
so tight that it catches in your eye
lashes or scratches your nose.” A
DON’T WORRY.
Has the day been dark and the sky been
gray ?
Never you mind, my iad.
Whistle a bit in a cheery way:
Don't take the time to be sad.
Oh. Worry's a so'-ter of visage grim.
First imp on the fiendish list.
But smile in his face when you look on
him.
He fades like the morning mist.
Did
the dream that you dreamed go
somewhat wrong?
Never you mind, my dear.
Out of the shadow will float a song.
If only your soul will hear.
Aye, Worry's a phantom, and Worry's a
ghoul.
And Worry’s a goblin of night.
He flees from a smile, but he comes at a
scowl.
And a sigh is his cruel delight.
I would fain hold your head on my com
forting breast
Till a smile glimmers out through the
tears,
But the battle of each Is for each, and
the rest
Know iittle that gladdens or cheers.
So we’ll both do our best, whatever it be.
And we'll smile through the pitiful r.tin
Till the phantom of Worry forever shall
flee
And we know that e'en sorrow is gain.
MATTERS AND THINGS FROM WOMAN’S VIEWPOINT.
►
The king of Siam has a bodyguard of ; hippopotamuses and other big game,
female warriors—i. e. 400 girls chosen ! Lady de Clifford is six feet two Inches
from anv>ns the strongest and hand- ! tall and was an actress, Eva Carrlng-
soniest of a!! the ladies in the land. | ton. before her marriage.
Lord an 1 Lady (In Clifford are going j Mrs. John Jacob Astor and Mrs. W.
a-huming in Africa in search of lions, K. Vanderbilt, Jr., are members of the
committee who are to build in Paris aj his youth taught school in Connecticut
great international theater to be called j and married a Connecticut girl, the
the Theatre Lyrique. I daughter of the late General Hiram
The world revolves on its axis once in! Berdan, who had two charming daugh-
twenty-four hours, and il’t not going | ters. The other one is now the wife of
to stop because you’ve oroken the best j Marion Crawford.
teapot. ' j Miss Lydia Gould Weld of Boston is
in the department of naval architecture.
She was graduated at the head of her
class and is now in the employ of one
of the largest shipbuilding and dry-
dock construction companies
America.
months exploring and studying the restaurant in St. Paul.- She had to'
Eskimos on the east coast of Green- earn her own living at thirteen. She
land. The existence of these natives was a waitress in a restaurant several
was unknown until recently. Mrs. years, saving every cent she could,
in I Thaibitzer is a sculptor and is mak- looking ahead always to having her
i ing models in wax of the natives. own place. That is the only w; y to
M. Clemenceau, the French leader. In 1 a graduate of a school of technology
Dr. W. Thaibitzer, a Danish scientist, Bertha “Webster, twenty years old, is succeed, have one object in view and
and his wife have spent the past fifteen | the properietor of a clean, well paying. work up to it.
INDISTINCT PRINT
city streets offensive all day; cats
• make, a city hideous all night with
their unearthly' yowl in gs, and there you
are!
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Caligula, Roman emperor, A. D. 3",
who fed his horse on gilded oats from
a golden manger and caused it to be
ordained a -priest and finally raised
1 to the rank of consul, ought to have
functioned in skirts in the twentieth
century', for he, too. illustrated vividly
the perverted mother instinct. He
worshiped and pampered his horse, but
| amiably murdered his relatives. There
(are wom?n in the twentieth century
| who cry over a stray, starving cat in
the street and call children "trouble
some little wretches."
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There are grave sanitary reasons why
indolent, overfed dogs and cats should
be kept out of people’s living rooms.
The breath of animals living the un-
healthfui. unnatural life of the city dog
and cat is laden with disease microbes.
Sciehce has proved it. There is poi
son in the breath of such creatures.
Then, too, say what you will, there is
always an offensive odor about a car
nivorous animal, which is extremely
trying to sensitive nostrils. You can
detect that odor upon your hand if you
caress an indoor cat or dog. It clings
to the garments of the woman who
holds these brutes upon her lap and j
will no more out than w'ould the blood
spot upon the hand of Lady Macbeth.
In other ways live stock in a dwell
ing house for human beings is dan
gerous. Did you read how. lately, a
| “pet” bull terrier, considered mild as
j new milk and gentle as a child, flew at
i his mistress and chewed her ail to
pieces? And after she was dead her
husband was sorrier about losing the
dog. which had to be killed, than he
was about losing his wife, and said so.
Have you read about the five ’’pet’’
bulldogs, also gentle—oh, yes, perfectly
so—that fell upon a poor old woman
and killed her without any provocation
at all? Have you read how the bite or
scratch of a perfectly “gentle” cat oc-
casionatfly causes death?.
Say what you will, a dog is a de
scendant of the wolf and jackal, a cat
is a dwarfed, degenerate tiger.
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Then there is the host of small
vermin that' inhabit and cumber human
living rooms as a result of this present
day craze for so called pets—guinea
pigs, white mice and rats, lizards, baby
alligators and parrots that eat the but
tons off upholstery and the beading off
ladies' gowns and nibble and destroy
the woods of beautiful furniture. Like
the composite fiend of Scripture, their
name is legion. I knew one unclean old
woman who tende.! grocery as a clerk
that carried a white rat around in her
bodice night and day. On - could never
make out whether sho carried the rat
to keep her warm or to keep it warm.
Queer taste port of the human race
has and always has had, but when the
big round up of queerness shall be
made out the civilized woman of thin
generation with her menagerie of
beasties will go up head.
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! It's all right, though. At least I sup
pose it is. Only one who loves huinan-
[ ity and feels sorry for it? suffering
cannot help thinking of the million of
iittle children that may be seen every
day in our cities, hollow chested and
with bowed shoulders and the sallow
skin and bad teeth that belong always
to the underfed. They are going to
work In factories.
And that bring? me to lastly, which
is this: "If I were jufct dying for some
thing to love I would go to a maternity
hospital and adopt a dear little, cute
little, nice little, sweet little girt baby—
a girl, mind you. not a boy—and I
wouldn't be too blessed particular
whether she came of "decent and re
spectable” parents or not. I would
take her Just as the dear God gave her
to the world and bestow love on her and
surround her with cleanliness anil com
fort and purity and do my best to
bring her up a strong, noble, beautiful
woman, giving her immortal soul a
chance to blossom int\? a flower of
heaven.
AGE BEFORE BEAUTY.
“Why do you place such a tough
fowl before me?" asked the indignant
lady of -the waiter.
“Age before beauty always, you
know, madam." was the gallant reply.
And then, womanlike, she smiled and
paid her bill without a murmur.
LIVE, LOVE AND LEARN.
Most of the things that worry us
Don't matter much:
Too many of us fret and fuss
At every touch.
There's nothing that's of great concern
Except to live and love and learn.
Suppose the world don’t go our way.
What of it, thfen?
We have the better chance today
To act like men
And still insist at every turn
We're here to live and love and learn.
It isn't doing what we could
That counts for most;
It’s being bravo and kind and good
Amid the host.
Far better than to crave and yearn
It’s just to live and love and learn.
curious >
Psychological
Study <v<r~?)
BY
m
HERE are two phases of man!- I escort In her arms she carried a huge
festatlon in the human liking: yellow plush Teddy bear. She sat the
for birds and animals, like the j stuffed rag thing upon the table beside
her whU
mouthful
exalted and perverted planet
ary aspects of the astrologers. One
woman will have a normal, noble, sym
pathetic and intelligent good will to
ward animals, and another's fad for
pets will show itself In a wholly mor
bid. senseless, hysterical way. I mean
making an idiot of oneself over an ani
mal. as when a woman kisses dogs,
white rats and guinea pigs.
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Against a noble, kindly compassion
for animals nothing is to be said. Such
a compassion is that manifested by
Minnie Maddern Flake, the actress.
Not long ago, driving along a New
York street, she saw a man cruelly
lishlng with a whip a wornout, stag-
ring horse, trying ta make it draw a
heavy truck.
Mrs. Fiske sent her cabman for a
policeman and had the two legged brute
arrested and fin<d. The horse was shot
to put it out of its suffering. It was
the only thing to be done. This dis
tinguished lady often fiends stray,
ailing dogs and cats to the animals'
hospital at her own expense. She loves
animals. During her professional tours
through tho country she has had oc
casion to notice many a time the suf
ferings of food animals in transit
across this great continent. She saw
and acted. She is at the head of a
movement in connection with the Fed
eration of Women’s Clubs to induce
state legislatures to force railroad com
panies to treat more humanely the
dumb four footed brothers whom we
cannibals eat. Mrs. Fiske is also an
ardent and active antivivlsectionisL
T don’t mean that kind of an exer
cise of the animal petting instinct.
Again, I can understand and sympa
thize altogether with the spirit that
prompted a wealthy Philadelphia wo
man to set apart a large and fertile
farm as a home for aged horses, where
they might live out their natural lives
instead of being killed because they
were of no account. On that farm the
bravo old beasts browse in peace and
Joy and grow chummy and congratu
late one another in horse talk on the
good times they aro having.
I don’t mean the rich Philadelphia
woman in connection with morbid psy-
she ate dinner. Between
of liquid soup and oily salad
she grabbed that thing up and kissed
it all over- it? face. ?av!ng to It:
“Oh. you dear, sweet, cute little love!
(To the young man and the Immensely
delighted spectators.) Ain’t he a
darling? Just the sweetest ever!”
As to the young man, he looked as
though he would he had the wings of |
the morning that he might flee to the
uttermost parts of the earth.
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By the way, the Teddy bear craze it
self is exactly in line of illustration of
the present fad among womankind for
manifesting the perverted mother in
stinct. It must be some planetary dis
turbance,' again, that is working on
women’s minds, impelling them to
morbid manifestation.
The perverted mother instinct moves
one girl to put boots upon her dog to
protect him from the cold and to send
him out alone in a big carriage to take
the air for his health. When his mis
tress herself takes doggie out his
blanket must match her gown in color.
A girl last December made a Christ
mas tree for her dogs, comprising two
bull terriers, a German mastiff, an Irish
setter and a fox terrier. “Now. don’t
oo like oos' Christmas tree?" she said
to the five brutes. The tree contained
food luxuries enough to have given a
full dinner to half a dozen hungry chil
dren. Another girl with the perverted
mother instinct working crazily in her
brain'gave a banquet to her dogs, hav
ing dog menu cards printed for the
occasion. She invited her acquaint
ances to the entertainment. Menu
cards for dogs! O ye gods!
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There, too, 4s that person belonging
to the trousered sex who one-summer
gave a banquet at Newport for his pet
monkey. He was a man. but he ought
to have worn skirts, for this was ex
hibiting the perverted mother instinct.
And how women screech at dogs in
affected falsetto voices when they take
the beasts in the streets “on a string,”
so folk will hear and look at them and
their brutes, as—
“Now, you Buster, come right here
this minute, now!"
Ail this, mind you, isn't saying any-
chological manifestations of the mother j thing against dogs per se. Both dogs
instinct.
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Here Is a woman whom I do mean.
Not very long ago a middle aged wo
man. stout, beefy looking, entered one
and cats are useful and admirable In
their place.
A strong, intelligent, kindly tem
pered dog is a good friend and com
panion, often a woman’s protector.
But a city, for instance, is no'place for
of the most fashionable restaurants of' dog and cat live stock any more than
New Y'ork city. A young man was her) for cow and pig live stock. Dogs make