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VOL. X. NO. 80.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1911.
PRICE:
The Wife Who Goes to Work
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
'TVhat do you think, and what are
vour Views of a wife going into busl-
’ provided, of course, that she has
very good, thrifty, economical woman
L ta Ke charge of the house while she
, oes t0 business, say in the line of.sten-
igraphlc secretary, and would rather
follow* that line than to keep house?
•The case Is this: Suppose two
bung people love each other and de
cide to marry, and the young woman
las a good position, as also has the
Ur* man. The girl does not like
Housekeeping, but would rather keep on
working at a line that she loves—work
the taste and desire for them. Tint
food she put .upon her table would be
prepared understandingly, and with In-,
terest and affection. She herself would
be the most attractive object In the
home, and if obliged to do her own
work. In working garb, she would never
be seen with untidy hair or' soiled
neckwear. ,
A daughter of a well-to-do profes
sional man, who had never learned do
mestic work, married and faced her
new life with a very limited income.
The young husband was Just from
business college and beginning on a
which Is congenial and which makes, small salary. The wife insisted upon
er happy to do. Is it not far better, ■
, your opinion, to continue to dp that
or li and pay some one who likes the
•usekeeping end of it, than to give up
, r congenial work and assume some-
hlng that Is almosf odious?
They would have plenty of money to
[. on and be very comfortably sltu-
lt ed If she did not work; but that is not
IP point. The point Is not the mate-
al things they would have, but it is
he fact that she would be far happier
she could continue her work for a
ew years.
Do you not think that-a married
oman Has the privilege of following
. e line of work that is the more con-
enlal to her—provided, of course, that
•he arranges matters so that hqr hus-
nd has a comfortable home to come
... and by so doing he Is greeted on
ils home-coming by a smiling, happy
Ife, than by one who has frettpd be-
ause the oven wasn.’t hot enough to
n the biscuits, and the potatoes
urned while she was in the dining
iom?"
There was a time, not so very, long
jo, when the only answer to be made
a this quesy would have been that a
larrled woman’s place is at the flre-
Ide.
Romantically viewed, that is the po-
itlon for a wife; taking care of her
having a home and the tiny apartment
which theli' means permitted has grown
into a very Jewel box under the hands
of the young woman. She has studied
the chemical value of foods, as well as
cook books; and she has found it'an
easy task (with love as a teacher) to
nourish her husband's system with
good, appetizing food, to make her table
attractive and to be always a pleasing
sight to his eye.
Besides this, she finds time for study
and for reading, and is growing mental
ly. "I do not find my housekeeping the
least tax or strain," she says, "because
I have systematized the work; and I
fully enjoy seeing how much I can ac
complish In the line of home-making,
and each week laying aside a little of
my husband's salary."
This young woman was born wholly
feminine. She-was born to love and bp
loved by a man; and to find her hap
piness wlthln the four walls of a home.
But there are many other bright, beau
tiful nnd charming girls today who
were not born with this temperament.
They have perhaps inherited an active
father's restless desire to be doing
things out In the big world, or they
have been mentally marked by a dis
satisfied mother, who Buffered from the
failure of a husband to provide prop
erly for her before the birth of the
daughter.
Or they have been thrown upon the
world to support themselves early and
have learndd the pleasure of Jndepend-
, ' ence, and can not endure the Idea of
, planning to make It beautiful having to lean unon another, even a
omc; planning tomaae n. ueauuiu. hnvln(f t0 loan upon an0theri even a i
nd herself attractive, and lotting the husband, for money.
To such young women (and such I
Judge Is the author of the letter quoted
above) it would be folly to say, "You
must give up your work and turn your
self Into the domestic angel. You must
abandon any idea of earning money
yourself
It would be worse than folly tosln-
slst upon this, for unless the taste and
the Inclination accompany the work It
. . will be a failure,, just as is the attempt
■day, women who seem born to do the „f many parents to make musicians of i
^Brk of men In the outer world, that children who hnve no talent for-end no'
He term feminine woman is necessary Interest In music.
Vdescribe I he primitive type. Wlion a young woman has won a
.iL.u pises .for herself In any position where
There can be no other employment no t fi e fl n( j 8 happiness and good remuner
ation, nnd when she desires to retain
usband take care of the expenses and
he outside affairs of life.
If the husband has sufficient Income
meet existing conditions, that is still
,e best place for the wife, who marries
ir love.
There can be no more Ideal situation
a feminine woman than this. There
e so many masculine-minded,w.omen
ay, women who seem born to do the
irk of men In the outer world, that
term feminine woman Is necessary
describe I he primitive type.
There can be no other employment nb*
Flightful as the work of home-mak-
ig. and there can be no other type of
oman so fascinating as this : home-
aker. once she understands the dignl-
• and scope of her occupation, and re-
irds herself as the guiding spirit of
le home, and feels the beautiful re-
jonslblllty of growing large and lovely
nmich to fill the situation.
Here is a brief outline of what n
r>ung wife of this type could, and
oulrl, do, if she held this Ideal In
ind:
H r home might consist of four rooms
lily, or It might consist of a three-
ory house. If she employed help It
ould still be her own thinking, and
er own taste, which ruled.
S'ie would begiif by planning to make
Rch room as homey and attractive as
n- income and time would permit;
coping comfort always In the .fore
round. and developing the residence
ito a center for love and happiness
nd pence. She would have color
themes for each room, and the little
rtlcles of adornment would all possess
meaning. There would be nothing
seless or Irritating, and there would
nothing Inconvenient in the home.
Her table would l*e a poem of pretty
nen and flowers’ and china to suit her
eds. All these things are to be found
l( luy at small expenso, by one who,has
that position after marriage. It Is
sure indication that she was Intended
fora wage-earner, instead of a depend
ent upon the bounty of love.
It is little short of crucifixion for
such a woman to be compelled to ac
cept the quiet donfcstlc role.
Every woman has a right to make the
most of herself. Love Is not love when
It demands that a woman give up her
aspirations for growth and limit her
outlook on life. But a greaf many wom
en who arc striving to be wage and sal
ary earners today, with an impression
that, they arc developing to their best
possibilities, would be much farther to
ward the goal of actual development
had'they chosen to remain at home, and
think and study, nnd create that rare
and muchrneeded thing—an Ideal homo.
It, of course, takes two to make an
Ideal home. But many a masterful
man is mnrred by having his wife the
financial power in the home. He loses
the spirit of the protector and provider
and ceases to think of himself as nec
essary to the maintenance of his fam
ily.
In nil these questions the particular
temperament of the two parties Inter
ested must be studied and understood j
before any counsel of value can be j
given.
There is little great, absorbing, all-
bestowlng love to be found today be
tween men and women. When it is
found, every question regarding the
home, the habits and the occupatlbn of
both husband and^wlfe is settled by the
wonderful mentor—LOVE.
PROVERBS OF BROADWAY
By DOROTHY DIX
P-TO-DATE romance issues hourly bulletins
the temperature of its affections.
U”
M ANY a successful man has been made by
his wife—and he never forgives her for it.
• . • * rv- /-I
N OWADAYS, when a married woman elopes
with her affinity, she takes along a press
agent with her.
N OBODY knows how wicked a great city
really is except the country deacons who
come on -twice a year to buy goods.
• • *
V IRTUE-is its own reward, but.people pay
out good money for the privilege of be
holding the sweetheart of. a king.
• • •
O NLY the spear carriers in the back row of
£
the chorus know how managers are-banded
Q UEER that a young girl never loves an together to suppress real genius,
old man unless he is rich.' * • *
*_■ * * * OPENDING money on your wife has no more
T HE white woman’s burden is trying to be ^ thrill to it than paying a grocery bill-
beautiful tho ugly,
T HE one compensation of poverty is the
line that it gives us on our friends
• • •
E VERY man is an essential monogamist—
for his wife.
# ’ * •
r jpRUTH lies at the-roots of a woman’s hair;
• • •
A PAIR of tight shoes will do , more to re
strain a man from roaming from his fire
side of an evening than all the- Ten Com
mandments.
• * *
H OMELINESS in woman is the first aid
to virtue. A ' '
• • •
T HE lack of'the price keeps many a man
from leading the double life.
* * •
N O- women are so good as those who have
never been tempted. . v'J
• * •
W HEN the gods would make a man an easy
mark, they delude him with 'the belief
that he understands woman.
e • •
W HEN a woman wishes to give another
woman a cat-scratch, she says: “How
well you- are lopking. You must have gained
fifteen pounds’on your vacation.”
W OULDST thou be popular, daughter! Call
every man of seventy “Naughty boy,”
and every callow yoiith of twenty a “Man of
the world.”
which is the' reason so many men do neither.
• • *
T HERE are two Becrets that every woman can
keep—her age and what bait she used in
catching her husband.
• ■ • •
T HE most valuable talent that any woman
can possess is to be born with tho-ability
to weep without her nose getting red.
A
man loves a woman for what he imagines
her to be.
M
W
ANY a wife - asks her husband for the
bread of love^ and'lie gives her a tomb-
• t i
E pay more, dearly for our mistakes than
we ever do for our sins.
r jp HE crop that never fails is the wild oat ci;op.
• ’ • •
W HEN a man in the city makes money he
goes to tho country to teach the farmers
how to farm. When a man in the country
makes ifioney he comes to town to teach the
bulls nnd bears ,how to make money in Wall
Street. The result is tl^e same in both cases.
M
AN’S vanity is woman’s opportunity.
T HE woman who loses her husband’s love lin.^
generally been guilty of contributory neg
ligence.
The Fable of a Wise D
ame
By DOROTHY DIX
Once upon a time there was a Beau
teous Maiden who fell in love with a
Rising Young Man, and succeeded In
tolling him to the Altar.
Now, this Malden was a noble, hlgh-
browed Creature, who had Lofty Ideas
concerning a Wife's Duty, and she had
doped out a system of how to make
.Matrimony a glad, sweet song that she
figured out tp be a Winner.
In her dreams she had a picture of
Herself always doing the Domestic Act,
while her Husband gave her the Olad
Hand and did an Aside to the audience
In which ho Audibly Wondered how he
ever kept out of the Poor House before
he had such an Industrious Little Wife
to help him along. So no sooner had
the young couple returned from their
Bridal Trip than she got busy darning
his Sox and patching his Bloomers.
While sh*e'waa engaged In this occu-
patlon she was visited by her Mother,
an astute Old Dame, who hod cut her
Wisdom Teeth so long ago that Bhe had
grown a Second Set, nnd who no sooner
perceived what her Daughter wns doing
than she burst Into tears.
"Why the Brine?" Inquired the
Daughter as she observed her Mother’s
Grief.
"Alas,” replied the Mother with great
emotion, "I weep at the sight of a
Daughter of Mine who Is slated to be
henceforth a Domestic Slave."
"How so?" asked the Daughter, "for
your meaning gets past me."
' Her Doom.
"I refer." answered the Mother, "to
the way In which you have Patched
those Pants. In that lies your Doom."
Have I not done it Beautifully?”
asked the Laughter. "Without hurling
any bouquets at myself, I apprehend
that a Tailor could not have turned out
neater Job.”
"Woe is me," cried the Mother, "what
yqu say it is only Too True, and
That Is your Hoodoo.”
'Why do you thus hand out the
Glooms?” asked the Daughter.
•Because.” replied the Mother, "you
have Patched thoae Trouscrettcs so
well that It will alwaya be the Mending
for yours.”
"But,” returned the .Daughter, "will
not my husband be Delighted when he
sees how nioely ,1 have Patched his
Trousers, and will ho not Praise me for
having Saved him so much Money?”
"He will Jolly you the First Time you
do It," replied the Mother with great
Sagacity, "and after that he will never
Open his Head on-the subject except to
Knock you when you Don't Do It.
Without Doubt it is Pleasing to your
Vanity to Show Off to your Husband
how Industrious and Skillful you are.
but remember that as long as you live
you will have to make Good on your
Boast'that you can Patch as well as
a Tailor, and that you can make One .
Dollar do the work of Three. Nor will
your Efforts entitle you to any Praise,
for he will consider that all you do is
No More than was to bo. Expected of
you.
"If you will observe closely you will
see that it Is the Women who are Good
Cooks whose Husbands think It is Use
less Extravagance to Keep a Maid, and
that the Foxy Lady who can Make Her
Own Hats never gets a Look In at a
French Confection. A tip to the Talent
Is sufilcicnt.”
Taking Her Advlc*.
With these words the Mother r«;
turned home, and the Daughter sat
down and carefully Ripped Out the
Neat Patch she had Inserted in her
Husband's Trousers. Then she gath
ered in another Patch that looked like a
Puff on a Crazy Quilt Sofa Cushion,
and when her Lord and Master re- '
turned homo In the evening she ap
proached him and thus addressed him;
See," she exclaimed, "what a smart
little Ducky Daddle of a Wife you have
got, and how Beautifully she hss Mend
ed your • Panflea so that you will not
havo to Waste your Money any more
on Horrid, Expensive Tailors."
•You are, Indeed, a Treasure,” re
plied the Husband, as he surveyed with
Dismay the Excrescence that she hail
erected on the Rear Elevation of his
Garments, "and I am a Lucky Dog to
have such an Economical Little Wife;
but I fear that Mending will hurt your
Little White Hands, and you must not
think of such a thing as Patching my
Fants again.”
And thereafter the Wife sent out all
of the Mending, end her Husband
greatly admired her because she was
such a Useless Ornament.
Moral: This Fable teaches that the
Woman Who Knowa How always Has
to Do It,
AN OLD WOMAN’S REMEDY
The Domestic Relations Need a Liberal'Supply of “Soft Soap’
LYSANDER JOHN REBELS ?
By FRANCES
GARSIDE
T l» re had been company for dinner,
'd Lysnnder John Appleton—who Is
"oys more of a failure as a frost
lan In any of the other capacities fate
HRhts in putting him—was left alone
hth his pillow cushion ladles feeling
I rebellious as a child that has been
P"' 1 In a dark closet. He had je-
ptedly forgotten to recognize the F.
n (Family Hold Back) sign at din
rr, and ha,i asked for a second helping
hen there was none left. He had for-
dten to catch every distress signal
nt him from his wife, and kicks and
pnehes under the table had failed to
netrate what his daughter, Daysey
•Wme, called his subconsciousness.
. had given away dark family se
" ,s . nulled the string that set the
'“illy skeleton to dancing, and In his
i h, l " l 10 entertaining had committed
i.i e b,un dcrs of which only stupid
> hands (which means all) are capa-
r‘'her his wife and daughter had
with their guests to a meeting
• , H »w to Make Home a Haven
. I.ysander John had time and lels-
m review his blunders, and Instead
nl® u 5* h, » ho *<l ln resignation,
L*. hack in a defiance that would
'r been beautiful to see had there
an v time, been any one present
him In a defiant mood. But there
' r was. ,
[Sf "omen,” he said with a quiver
• mgnatlon, "try to put all the blame
he men when a dinner party Is not
L but why blame the men when
I ’ 'hemselves, are to blame Tor mak-
L " er such a mixture of style
L. . hshness? Now, my wlfo advn-
ihfV, #lm Plc life In her talks. As if
ad i T” not Intricate enough, she
might r ” ■mplements at every plate
not ® Kuest kne ' v H he
begin i n at ,h e outside and eat In
» h In and eat out! I began In tho
middle, which explains Kick No. 1 un
der the table.
“There was that parsley on the meat!
There Is always a clamor to Cut the
Weeds which Is right and proper, but
why cut them In the fields where-the
Lord Intended them to grow, and then
put them on the meat platter? If
statisticians will Investigate they will
find millions .of noxious germs on tho
weed called parsley, and which the
women think so decorative on a plate
of cold ham. It Isn’t pretty, and It em
barrasses the guest,' for he doesn’t know
If It Is for his eyes or his teetH; and
there Is always a suspicion that It Is
the same weed that appeared a week
before. I used mine to put ln my but
tonhole, making a facetious remark
which I thought entertaining and which
explains Kick No. 1.
"It the women must have something
green to garnish the meat, what’s the
matter with onion tops, and then the
guests could eat them? I said some
thing to this effect to the lady on my
right and received Kick No. S.
"My wife Is a truthful woman and
when she apologized for the cake, say
ing It had always been better, I dared
to say It was the best she had ever
made. Kick No. i, and the blows be
gan to come faster when I expressed
surprise at the borrowed silver, and
complained of.the price of meat. Bo
far as I am concerned the dinner was
a failure, but I- never tried harder to
be entertaining In all' my Jife.
A few of the. things I said about- the
finger bowls would have bean called
'bon mota’ by Daysey Mayme If any
one In the world but her father had
made them.
An unmarried man has no trouble
In being a wit," he concluded, reaching
for his card deck to begin’ a game of
solitaire, which Indicated that the storm
had ended, "but after a man becomes a
husband and a father he can't say any
thing the women regard as witty lc
save his life.”
It' is, etofireded' that marriage Is gen
erally q failure, so far as being pro
ductive of happiness. Moat married
couples are discontented, disillusioned^
I disgruntled. The tie that binds them
QUAINTLY CHARMING.
This picturesque little gown, with Its quaint
primness, emulates the frocks of our grandmothers.
It Is developed In old blue cashmere with pipings and
puffings of self-tone taffeta. There It a fichu of the
cashmere bordered by a puffing of taffeta, the edges
belifg finished In scallops which are piped with the
taffeta. The little sleeve which shows below the
fichu. Is also finished with scallops and puffed band.
The skirt tunic - Is - scalloped on the bottom end
trimmed several Inches above by a band of puffing
and the underskirt Is similarly trimmed. The seal-
toped edges and fichu promise to be more than fads
of the moment, so popular have they become.
CACHEMIRE DE SOIE GOWN.
A charming afternoon frock of night-blue cache- .
mire de sole Is shown In the sketch. The kimono
blouse Is cut out In the neck, displaying a deep yoke
of lace. Tho bodice closes on the left under a wide
sash of black velyet, which noises the left shoulder
ln suspender style and upon which Is applied two
heavy lace motifs. Ttic front of the bodice has an In
set of self-tone silk heavily embroidered in rat-
tall braid. The tunic rraches only to the vertical panel
of silk which Is Inserted ln both front and back of the
underskirt and to within a foot of the bottom of the
skirt.
£
chain of tho conviot, and you can hear
It clank as they walk.
Yet In the great majority of cases
neither husband nor wife has any espe.
clal fault to lay at the other’s door.
Neither one has done the other any
great wrong. No grizzly skeleton Is
hidden In their closet. No terrible trag
edy has wrecked their dream of com
nublal bliss.
Nevertheless their vision of domestic
happiness has been smashed Into
smithereens. Their romance lies
shattered about them, and they sit
miserably among the ruins of their
hopes, with despair In their hearts.
Why Is this? They do not know. For
the life of them they could not tell you
what has changed the wedding feast
Into dust and ashes on their Bps. They
only know that somehow, some way,
the flavor hat suddenly gone out of ev
erything, and left life stale, flat and
tasteless.
A Life Puzzle.
This Is the more Inexplicable to them
because nothing has really happened to
account for their marriage being such
la disappointment. John Is a good man,
with no eye out for sirens, and he
works like a dray horse to support his
family. Mary Is a good woman, whose
horizon Is bounded by her home. Yet
she and John get nothing but the bit-
ter out of matrimony.
In the course of a year I get at least
ten' thousand letters from miserable
men and. women, telling me of their
domestic unhappiness, and-asking If I
can suggest a remedy for It. The. thing
that strikes me most forcibly In all of
these letters Is how very, very seldom
either husband or wife makes a seri
ous charge against his or her njate.
Sifted down to the very bottom, the
grievance that these husbands and
wives have against each other Is noth
ing but lack of appreciation. Their |
1 would redeem Its Joylessness, the ono
thing that would make all of Its labors
and deprivations worth while, and turn
its sodden skies Into golden sunshine,
would be for the man's wife to bo ac
tively and enthusiastically apprecia
tive.
It she would (daily at(d hourly show
her husband that she thought that ho
was the most wonderful man ln the
world and the bravest and most heroic,
and that she was down on. her knees
thanking God for having given her such
n treasure, why you may bo sure that
that man wjuld not look upon himself
as a martyr to matrimony. Marriage
wouldn't bo a failure to him. It would
be a great and shining success.
And precisely the same thing may be
said of tho woman’s side of tho ques
tion. When a woman marries her hus
band becomes her world. He Is her
arbiter of success, her meed of praise,
her trumpet of glory. If she Is a good
woman she can’t < go outside of her
home looking for admiration or praise,
or understanding. ,
Think, then, of what It means to n
woman to bo married to a husband who
never apparently notices her after the
wedding day, who never pays her a
compliment, or aces when she has done
her hair a new way, or remarks on
what wonderful meals she gets up.
The life of the average married wom
an Is os dull as dish water. It Is a
monotonous round of cooking and
cleaning, and sewing, and mending, an 1
baby tending. She, even more than her
husband, offers herself up as a sacri
fice on the family altar, and with her.
as with him, the bitterness Is that the
sacrifice is before a God who 1s unsee
ing. If only her husband would some
times kiss jher. toy-worn' haiids, she
would gladly work them to the bone for
*'i>n If "lily lie would tell her that he
would like to give her a new dress, sh-
.wouldn’t care whether she had it or
not. It's the thinking that he doesn't
know nor care that hurts. »
All that the domestic machinery
needs to make It 'run smoothly nnd
without creaking Is a liberal supply of
marriages are failures for the loss of *°N- »oap, applied where It would d
so small and pitirul a thing as a word
of praise.
It Isn’t that a man begrudges what
he does for his family, but It is a hard
and a disheartening thing to offer your-
aelf up as a dally sacrifice before those
who do not even perceive that you are
' making a sacrifice at all.
The life of the average married man
Is one eternal grind at the mill, almost
without relaxation or amusement. It
takes every ounce of strength and vi
tality that he has got to make a living,
every dollar almost that he ran scrape
together to supply- the endless needs of
wife and children. It Is they who go
away to cool places In the summer
while he stays In the etty and works.
It Is they who have the best clothes,
who go on the trips, have the family
treats, while he wears his clothes until
they are shiny, and Is supposed to care
for no livelier pleasure than reading the
evening paper.
It Is a hard, barren, bleak life, heavy
with burdens, and the one thing that one razor
most' good. This Is an old
remedy, but It will work. Try It. •
One For His Cheek.
From Tit-Bits.
"Try our patent razors! Best value in
the world! Two shillings ami six pen*'©,
post free from Strop A Co., Sheffield.”
Thus ran the advertisement and see
ing it an experienced "sponger's” eyes
glistened. A Strop patent razor he must
have, tho the flnulng of the half-crown
was a practical Impossibility, so he
wrote:
"Gentlemen: I have pleasure In inclos
ing a postal order for two shillings ami
sixpence. Please send me one of your
patent razors by return. P. 8.—As I don't
possess two shillings and sixpence at the
moment, I can not send it. However. 1
have no doubt you will send the razor.
In a large concern like yours on«* postal
order more or less will not matter."
Messrs. Strop A Co. replied as follows:
"Dear Sir: We beg to forward yot* the
razor, and thank you for your esteemed
patronage. P. 8.—Our packer has care
fully forgotten to inclose the razor. To
cheek such as yours, however
vill not matter!”