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The Atlanta Georgian
AND NEWS
VOL. IX. NO. 63.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 15,1910.
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Training a Man ih Sentiment—By Dorotky Dix
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The heart of every woman In the
world craves sentiment and romance.
It isn't enough for her to know, baldly
and abstractly, that her husband loves
her She wants to have his affection
for her manifest Itself In'a thousand
little delicate, tender, poetic ways.
In a word, she Is never satisfied with
plain bread and butter. She wants
„ke and she wants frosting on her
cake Not having much of a sweet
tooth himself, man can never under-
stand this feminine peculiarity. Why.
heaven's name, he asks himself,
should a woman lay such stress on the
observance of dinky little annlversa-
rles" Why should her eyes fill up with
happy tears and her face absolutely
-row young again, when he brings her
a bunch of roses on her birthday, while
She receives the price of a new cooking
stove without any emotion whatever?
funny things, women. And all of them
a little bughouse, even the most sensi
ble. .
However foolish In a man's eyes It
may be for a woman to hunger as long
as she lives for the little attentions
that show that her husband Is still a
lover, to the woman It never ceases to
be a subject of vital moment, and noth
ing really goes farther to make mar
riage p. failure, so far as women arc
concerned, than men's neglect of the
little sentimentalities of life. There
fore It becomes an Important question
as to how a wife shall secure to herself
the halo of romance that keeps mar
riage glorified.
Hsr “Man of 8entiment."
The other day I heard an Interesting
discussion of this subject among three
married women. One of the women
had been lucky enough to draw that
matrimonial prise, a man of exquisite
sympathies and understanding, what
the old-fashioned novelists used to call
•a man of sentiment." He Is a pool
young fellow. Just getting a good start
in life, and he and his pretty wife have
not yet very much of this world's goods
to bless themselves with, but the hus
band Is continually devising little un
expected treats for his wife, and none
of their fete days—her birthday, or
Christmas,. or the anniversary of the
day they met, the day they became
engaged, or the greatest day of alt. the
day they were married—ever goes by
ithout some token of recognition from
him.
•'And the beautiful part of It all Is,"
said this happy wife. In telling of It,
"that the money for the things he gives
me always represents some special out
side work, some labor of love that he
does Just for me, and that’s what
makes the cheapest trinket more In
my eyes than If It were a diamond tiara
that he Just had to draw a clieck for."
"My husband,” said the second worn-
nn. who Is also a young woman, “Is as
good a fellow as ever lived, and very
fond of me, J>ut he Is a practical, un
romantic sort of man, very much ab
sorbed In his business, and.If I'd let
him he would degenerate Into the dry-
us-dust kind of a husband, who thinks
lie has done his full duty by his wife
when he pays her bills.
8he Trained Him.
“Fortunately, I had enough sense to
tee that, and to realise that you can
cultivate sentiment In a man Just as
you can flowers In a garden, and that
It Is up to a woman to decide whether
■lie is going to have a beautiful home
life, or ono that Is as bleak and arid
as a desert. I began by simply de
manding that my husband should show
me the attentions after marriage that
lie did before. When he dropped oft
sending me flowers and candy 1 asked
aim w hether anything had happened to
:he confectionery trade, and the rose
•rop, and casually remarked that I had
aot lost my liking for either flowers or
meets,
"The first time my birthday rolled
■round alter wo were married he gave
tie a bill and said: 'Here. Mary, go
lcwntoivn and buy yourself something
rou want. 1 don’t know what you would
Ike.’ I simply threw the money at his
'eet. and told him to keep It. and that
f he didn't take enough Interest In me
j remember my taste, nor think It
vorth while to put himself to the trou
>Ie uf selecting something for me, -
could dispense with any remembrance
>f the occasion front him. Perhaps It
vas a very unladylike thing to do, but
t pulled him up snort. He went down-
on n and got mo a dozen things that 1
ranted, and since then lie has thought
nough about me to remember what 1
ike.
"No man can excuse himself for neg.
ec:tng to celebrate little faintly snnl-
•ersarie* by saying that he forgets
hem. He doesn't forget anything that
ie Is Interested In. If he’s got tne In-
nieresi on a hundred lollar note coming
me on the 16th of September. or the
-lh of August, he’ll remember the date
uit enough. As for a man saying that
ie doesn’t know what to get his wife
or a present, that Is simply an Insult,
>r it shows that he considers her so
ltile that he doesn’t even notice what
icr tastes are, and that he Is so lndlf-
erent to her that her little, often-ex-
* cessed wishes for this, or that, make
10 impression upon him.
"But when a man falls to show his
rife the delicate attentions that women
ova It’s her own fault, for a wife only
ids what she demands of a husband,
tnd the funny part of It Is that the
I'omen who demand the moat not only
;et the most, but are the best loved,
doreover, when yon turn an unro-
uantlc man Into a regular Romeo he's
leased as Punch with himself, and
akes a lot of credit to himself for the
harmlflg way he does things."
Hsr 8ad Experisnes.
"You are right,” said the other worn,
n of the party, sadly. "I've been mar
led thirty years, and no woman In the
rorld has ever worked harder to help
.man than I have to help my husband.
•o woman has ever sacrificed more for
man. and not many, I think, have
ver made a man a mors comfortable
oms than ! have.
“In ihs way. I think my husband
>res me. but I should drop deed with
Inprise if he ever showed It to me by
paying me any attention, or making me
a present, or indicating In any way that
ho took any Interest In my little likes.
I suppose he knows that I have blrth-
days, like other people, but he never
makes any sign that he does, and as for
celebrating the anniversary of when we
met, or were married, he would Just
as much think of celebrating the day
we hired the cook.
"Soon after we were married my
birthday occurred, and when he passed
It over without making me any little
present I was cut to the quick, but I
was too proud and hurt to demand as
my right attentions and remembrances
that were not prompted by love, and so
I let the omission pass In silence, and
that established a precedent of neglect
that has continued to this day.
”1 think, not*, that Is when I made a
mistake. I should have taught my hus
band to consider me. I should have
taught him how to treat me. I should
have undertaken his sentimental educa
tion, and It would have been better for
us both if I had."
Mollle wore her lace waist, which
gave her quite a festive appearance,
nnd Dick was splendid In the dinner
Jacket that ho had acquired within the
last deliciously happy six months.
"Hanged If I’m going to go around
sloppy just because I’m AT HOME,”
Dick had declared..
And I don't knoWspnybody I’d rather
rejoined.
So they both looked very nice Indeed
as they sat not quite opposite each
other at the little, round, recently var
nished table, very nice and very well
satisfied with each other.
•’Was the dinner good, my lord?”
asked Mollld.
Something About Martha Berry’s School For Mountain Boys' and Girls
I think this school one that In Its
essence must be universally followed
In the North as well as In the South.
Her work here Is far more Important
than that of the statesman.”
Such was Theodore Roosevelt's en
thusiastic Indorsement of the work of
Miss Martha Berry for the mountain
boys and girls, on the occasion of his
visit to the Berry Industrial school at
Rome one week ago.
And the praise was not overdrawn
even from a man of such tremendous
enthusiasms as the ex-president. For
some years he has known Miss Berry
well and has kept In touch with the
work she Is doing. He believed In her
and her mission. Just before he start
ed on hts African trip he promised her
to visit the school. When he fulfilled
that promise recently he was complete
ly captivated by what he saw.
‘ Just eight years ago Miss Martha
Berry began the work near Rome
which baa grown Into one of the best
known Institutions of Its kind perhaps
In the world. It would amaze even
Romans to know how many famous
educators, philanthropists and promi
nent public men and women slip quiet
ly Into Rome and spend a day or more
Investigating this Institution. Many
come with the Injunction of secrecy
laid upon Miss Berry and others there.
How Miss Berry began this work In
a small log cabin with a Sunday school
for the surrounding families, which
grew Into a small day school, and
finally widened Into a great Industrial
movement, has been told and retold
augurated the school od a few acres
of her own estate. She knew the
mountain boys well, for her life had
been passed nenr them. Sho realized
that education and Industrial training
only was nebded to lift them out of the
commonplace Ifito 1 spheres of useful
ness. ‘ **"
It Is doubtful If sho realized then to
what tremendous Importance her work
would grow In. a few years. She wns
amazed with what' eagerness those
sturdy youths camo Out of the hills to
get an education at any cost. The
history of the school Is written In sac
rifice—sacrifice on the part of the tire
less woman who has built It up, of the
boys who have and are benefiting
from her efforts, and of the parents
to give their children Advantages which
had been denied to them.
Today Berry school Is really a small
republic, with Its own government
within Its own domain of some 3,000
acres Its
all who go
tlful grove, approached by a broad,
macadamized roadway, tho numerous
buildings of the Institution are grouped
about the handsome and classic main
school room.
Within this broad and beauti
ful estate today some 300 boys are
working with hands and minds to equip
themselves for their life's work. Hero
they are taught to do tho humblo
things with Intelligence. Under proper
Instructors they cook, wash, l
farm; In fact, do everything normally
S nd naturally connected with the con.
uct of a big and modem farm.
For the past several years Miss Berry
has wanted a girls' school, but her en
tire time end efforts were concentrated
on firmly establishing the boys' Insti
tution. She passed the goal of her
ambition In the first enterprise some
two years ago, and then started her
school for the mountain girls.
Altho only In Its second year, this
school now has 36 mountain girls there
learning the domestic arts and securing
an English education. There Is no
doubt that this work will grow Into
equal Importance and scope with the
boys' school within a few years, for
Miss Berry Is a tireless worker.
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SOME CHARMING FASHIONS FOR THE EARLY AUTUMN
atf/m
CHILD’S DRE83 IN TAN AND RED TONE8.
Here Is a pretty frock for a young lady of eight sum
mers or so. It Is'made of cashmere In a dull shade of tan
and trimmed with embroidery .In self-tone, with a touch of
red. The front of the blouse Is laid In a center box pleat,
with two tucks at each side; the back has merely the two
tucks on either side of the cloelng. The sleeves and
blouse are In one. tbe band of embroidery which outlines
the neck extending over the shoulders In a- pointed tab.
The skirt Is the conventional side-pleated sfTalr, tbe belt
and cuffs of the embroidery. Tbe hat worn Is of soft tan
felt, with trimmings of dark red velvet ribbon.
ONE OF THE FALL HAT8.
Most of the hats for wear with tailored costumes this
fall hava the narrow, drooping brim and high square
crown. These are covered with silk or velvet, either plain
or In folds. The hat sketched above Is a slight change
from this, tbe stiff crown and brim are covered plainly
with green velvet, the brim being bound with gmsgraln
ribbon and turned up on the right side to the height of
the crown; on the left side Is a flat bow—resembling that
worn on pomps—which Is also made of the grosgraln In
the shade of the velvet
FOR A GIRL OF EIGHT.
In the sketch this little frock seems rather elaborate,
but lx In reality a very simple design, which may be,
however, very effectively trimmed. Two shaped box
peats run from shoulder to ham, both front and back,
and between there the skirt Is laid In Inverted bog pleats,
while the waist plain under the arms. Is slightly blouse
In front. The sleeves ere plain, with soutache-trimmed
cufTe, and the neck la cut low, showing a lingerie gulmpe.
There Is an Inset of velvet In self-tone thru the center of
the shoulder pleats. Ths belt and fronts are trimmed with
a simple design In soutache.
"Waa It good I" exclaimed Dick. "Oh,
was It!"
"You didn't complain, anyway.” said
Mollle, beaming at him. "Let me tell
you a secret, Dick." llt ., ,■!
"Oo ahead,” raid her' husband.
"I think you're a very nice boy. No,
that wasn't sn Invitation. Dick, lake
care! You're upsetting tho coffee.
There! What did I tell you?"
Dick gaxed on the wrecked coffee
machine, the flooded table cloth anil
his wife’s dress In alsnisy. "Mollle!"
he cried, penitently. ‘Tour pretty dress
and tho table—and—clumsy brutel”
Mollle laughed. “Great goose,” sho
said. “What's a dress or a table cloth?
Don't look so tragic, please. Here, you
wanted to klse me, didn't you? Very
well, then. Don't keep a lady waiting."
Dick embraced her. It took a little
time. Presently Mollle pushed him
away and Into a chair. “Now, sit there
while I put on my apron,” she said.
A Buslnsss-llks Apron,
She left the room, and In a moment
,h ® fPron on. It waa not
a foolish little aoubrette apron of sheer
muelln with ruffles and rosettes, but an
ample, buslnsss-llks affair of blue
cyeI {)lck ?oA “ ° f hCf bright
•TW™’ am !* Ul I * h * commanded,
you vs got to waft while I clear
an <l tjie dishes. You may
Yoor paper."
I'ooh for tho plp« and Dlfflo tor
Wer. ” .aid Dick. dSe!de°dIy. 'Th«£ J
rood one. that Is. Think I'm going tS
J“r* “d let you work In the kltch-
sna J.5”*** not ' Any ° Id Uma I ait
“ nd rfhO n»r paper while you're waah-
J* 11 my Attention
to It. Here's where I get busy ”
skinned out of his magnificent
d * l JJJ® r and turned back Ha shirt
Then he piled up somo dishes
box b n°fV h *ki. t J? um Phantly to a little
ShifoiLifvjL ?• Wife, similarly laden,
h,n >. In a little while the dln-
E* <sl *^' d » n| I Mollle, stand-
Inc by the spotless porcelain sink
*•!“?** stream of water from
,ouc#t Into a blue
?"‘T«l« d dish pan. Dick stood at at
tention with a now crash towel.
said Mollle. "Ouchl
hot" She mads a pretty
PM? and extended her hand
to Dick that ho might see how badly
Tt'tenderiy^ a * d " H ° t00k K and kls ” d
First Aid to ths Injured.
“Now. It’s well," She said, gayly. fit's
so bandy to have first aid to tho In
jured around.”
••You'll always have It," declared
Dick, IS she began with the glasses.
The dish-washing took soma time,
because there were distractions and di
versions of various kinds. It Is diffi
cult to make a stralght-away, method
ical business of It, wheq the chief oper-
*‘° r „ „ h “ round, dimpled arms and
dimpling cheeks and dancing blue eyes
*" d rod llPS that pout That Is. It you
are of tho opposite sex and.have cer-
taht sacramental rights and privileges.
aiZX* ?®J rd FTOfo 'V ‘hat they
dldn t mlmd cooking, but Just hated to
wash ths dishes," remarked MoJIle "I
think dish-washing Is perfectly lovely*
I enjoy It."
Td sooner do It than eat" Dlcloas-
ha son* when w« get rich
and have to let a lot of servants do it
for u«."
"Why need war asked Mollla Tm
•ore i don’t want to live any dltferent-
r “we're ever so rich. Let's always
live here, Dick, just by our own two
selves."
"It suits me." said her husband, "but
most women seem to want a Mg nous
end servants and to entertain and all
"I don't" Mollis said. "I don't and 1
won*—even. So that'a settled."
£
e last of the Poulton wars and ths
"itog gloss and silverware put
. and ths two went back to the
combination of dining room and libra
ry. Dfck wearing a new smoking Jacket
as a concession to domesticity.
"Gesl This Is Grestl"
"Tm going to get my sewing basket" 1
said Mollis.* "Now you can read the,
paper If yon want to."
'Td sooner wateh you. If you don’t
mind. I can read the paper In the train
going and coming from tba office. A'
man that can't find anything hotter to
do than to read when he’s at home
doesn’t deserve a homo or a wife. Gee!
This Is great!" He let his gaxs wander
for a momept from tbe young woman to
tho little chiffonier, to ths weathered
oak shelf with Its steins and plaques to
the sectional bookcase^ ths pictures,
end then bock again.
“And. to think that at this moment
thousanda of couples are dining at
miserable restaurants and going to
stupid theaters and card parties and
things like that!" he observed.
"Poor creatures I I pity them," sighed
Mollle, darting a thread at a needle
eye. "Dick, you must hurry and wear
out some socks so I can darn them for
you. dear." I'm Just erniy to darn your
socks."
And tho beauty of It all" reflected
Dick, 'Is that thla Isn't Just for tonight
or tomorrow night or next week on
next gear. It's going on this wav for
ever. Just as long as ws two live "
Mollle raised serious, almost awe-
struck eyes to bis. "Dick, darling," she
■aid. -lzn’t It wonderful! That’s the
very Identical thjng I was thinking."
Pries of tho Truth.
I heard a alz-foot stranger
Spin off s wondrous tils;
A yarn of daath sod dinger.
In which be did aot quail;
All gashed and hacked sad gory,
He stood it Isot supreme—
A most unlikely story,
That fellow’s ysm did seem.
ns must have guessed my doubting;
Ho looked me In tho eye.
And strstghtwey started shouting:
"Dost dare to hint I lie’"
Truth rules me, autocratic;
Tho I was seared clear thru, ”,
I answered back emphatic: -*. •
"You bet your neck I do." ’
Tbit alz-foot stranger bit me
Upon my eyes and noee:
Re gonged end scratched and hi
He walked upon my toes;
So alter tbe confusion
I raised my bead to say.
Tre corns to this getteiva tt
Truth doesn't always pay."
—Cblcnzo