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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. X x 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. X X 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? X X 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. X X 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. X X 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. X X 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! XX 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! X X 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." X X 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. X X 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. X X ! 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. X X 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. X X 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! X X 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. fc X 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