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One Proof Is That I Wear an Apron
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
A GENERATION or more ago lit
tle girls made what they called
charmstrings, stringing on
cord a pretty or quaint button to
mark the occasion of a new garment,
or an event to which some romantic
Interest attached.
Our life is a making of a charm-
string, and yesterdays ar e the but
tons that are strung. Happy is the
girl, and wise beyond her years, who
puts on her charmstring nothing that
will cause the blush of shame when
she fingers the string in the years to
come.
With trembling fingers and a ten
der light in her eyes she will touch
a yesterday with pride in an achieve
ment; another with a wistful sigl\
because of a hope that went wrong,
other yesterdays will arouse memo
ries of mirth, and every glance shows
the miracle Time is working in mak
ing the color lighter of those yester
days that in her youth were dark
with despair.
Many Emotions.
She is proud, dejected, philosophi
cal, hopeful, merry and sad in turn as
she fingers her charmstring, but hap
py is she if in all her collecting she
has put on the string no yesterday
that calls a blush of shame!
The older women have their charm-
strings almost completed; the charm-
strings of the younger girls are in
the making. The older women will
look back with many regrets which
the younger girls may be spared if
they remember that every to-day be
comes a yesterday unchanged and
unchangeable after it has been strung
with the days that went before it.
The yesterdays that represent time
wasted will cause many heartaches
when one is old and there is so little
time left.
The yesterdays when the conven
tions and proprieties were flaunted
are discolored in a way that never
fades, and the stains grow deeper with
the years.
The yesterday when in the arro
gance of her youth a girl disobeyed
and distressed her mother will be the
first to catch and torment her eye
when her mother is gone and the day
of atonement is past.
The yesterdays, hundreds on hun
dreds of them, that tell a story of
selfish pursuits, a wasting of time
and opportunity, a frittering of money
and physical and mental resource;
how many they are; how appalling
the number, and how tragic the story
they tell! Oh, little girl, you whose
charmstring is still in the making,
are you thinking what anguish of
spirit, what bitter regrets, what tear**,
these yesterdays will some day cause
you?
The Unkind Word.
The unkind word, the opportunity to
save, which became because of its
neglect the means to destroy; the
wisdom that was rejected and the
folly that was accumulated; the tri
umph that was bought at the price of
another’s defeat, are you remember
ing, Little Girl, that these beads will
appear dark and baneful and rob you
of all joy in your string?
The prudent man puts his money at
interest, counting on the day when
the interest will keep him from want
in his old age.
The wise man does greater than
this—he puts his yesterdays out at
interest knowing that “All the good
days behind him are sponsors, who
speak for him when he is silent, pay
for him when he has no money, in
troduce him when he has no letters,
and work for him when he is asleep.”
There is no friend who will do more
for you to-morrow, my dear Little
Girl, than a good yesterday. Be like
the wise man who makes of his past
his sponsor, guide and protector.
Put on that string no yesterday of
which some day you may be ashamed!
The honorable pattern for the comfy affair. It is good for
athletic stunts—plenty of foot room if you want to tell the maid
you’re “not at home.”
You can do your morning beauty
pick up your eraser without bending
say is most awfully good for you.
exercises in it. You can
your knees—which they
A Suggestion for the Woman Who Craves What
She Can’t Have on a Limited Income.
By DOROTHY DIX.
I KNOW plenty of lucky gins
who do their little part of
the world's work at home, as
I do. away from the glare and the
courtesy-killing violence of the
big town. Almost all of them
work in rigs that are either very
pretty or very ugly and painfully
uncomfy, or very comfy and ugly.
Not one has one both pretty and
comfy. Not one has a little outfit
that is feminine yet boyish, pret
ty, and gives absolute leeway to
young limbs and arms and waists
that must bend over some sort of
task. So I, who bend my back,
too—who like to look pretty, too—
who need, oh, much to be comfy
while I scratch for a living and
who envy little gidg their half
socks and sandals, their bare
knees and necks and heads, their
rompers and lack of petti-skirts,
I laid away my sentimental Billys
and Bettys, who love one another
—oh, so desperately—for one min
ute and “drawred” pics of work
ing clothes. Oh. all kinds I made,
I did. Those that were too pret
ty were too fussy, too—I shook
my Scandinavian locks and
crumpled them up. Those that
were too comfy happened to be
either utterly impractical or alto
gether too ugly for any girl to
go any farther with. So I ripped
them up.
Then I fell back on what every
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARS IDE.
T HIS is the season of the year when
the country feels more than all
else the need of one in authority
who shall say what constitutes the
proper length of a kin visit, the num
ber of miles the kin traveled, the num
ber of children brought along, etc., to
be taken into consideration.
Lysander John Appleton, Kin Com
missioner General of the United States,
feeling the nation’s immediate need of
his decisions on tlie kin question, called
The Perfect Baby
Of the Future
A Slmpla. Method That Has • Wonder
ful Influence Upon the Future Infant
To* much can not be »ald for a wonderful reia-
Ntr, familiar to man* women as Mother's Frtmd.
It is more eloquent In its action than all the health
Miles ever laid down fer the guidance of ** *
MttCbor*. n U m external application that MWeadi
Its influence mwm all the cord*. mueclea. ligament!
and tendons that nature oalls Into play; they ex
pand gracefully without pain, without strain, and
Uma leare the mind carc-frre and in Joyous antic
ipation of the greatest at all womanly ambition.
Mother's Friend must therefore be considered as
•irectiy a most Imporant influence upon the char
acter and disposition of the future generation. It
(a a conoeded fact that, with nauaaa, pain, aer-
toveness and dread banished, there ta stored up
iiteb an abundance of healthy energy a* t* bring
Into being the highest ideals of those who fondly
iheorlac oh the rule* that insure the coming of tha
perfect bgby.
Mother's Friend o*A be bad at any drugrlut a!
(1.00 a bottle, and it la uAqueeUonatly one uf Ukw«
remedies that always has a place among the oher-
iah^d few In the medicine cabinet.
Mother's Frlond la prepared by the Rradfleld Reg
ulator Co.. 181 Lamar Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.. aftet
a formula of a noted family doctor
Write them for a rery InatructiTe book to ex
pectant moll)era. See that your druggist will supply
sou with Mother's frlnd.
himself to order and sat in session ex
traordinary.
“It la a pity,” he mused while chew
ing a point to his pencil,’ “that human
beings are not like chickens. As soon
as a chicken can scratch for himself he
forgets that he has a lot of kin.’’
Then he handed down the following
decisions:
“The member of the family deputized
to write the letters telling the kin their
visits will not be acceptable is hereby
designated as the War Correspondent.
“It is his traditional duty to write
welcome letters to all of mother's kin
who say they are coming, and to re
fuse to let father’s kin alight by ignor
ing their letters.
“A man may lightly dodge responsi
bility on the ground that he is not his
brother’s keeper, but I would have every
man know that he must deal more se
riously with his wife’s relations.
“When mother’s kin are guests, two
kinds of dessert at every meal is the
rule. No dessert when they are kin
to father.
“When a woman's kin come very fast
she owes no apology to her husband.
She must accept it as her right and
say nothing.
“If possible to enforce this decision,
none of father’s kin should be allowed
in the house except as they appear in
the back part of the family album.
“It is not a mark of poor breeding to
dislike one’s kin, and when ornery kin
come to town the rustle in getting
out of the way is pardonable if it drowns
every other noise.
"When a man lends money to his kin,
he must fake it for granted that his
wife win know all about it before he has
made the loan.
“In bragging about visiting kin, don’t
brag hard. It is quite probable that
when the visiting kin has stayed as
ioug as ten days, you will find yourself
saying, ‘If he amounted to much at
home, he wouldn't be staying here so
long
“if father has to sleep on the couch
when there is company, enough time
should be asked between visitations to
let him untie the knots in his legs.
“The only way in which a man can
make his wife ugree with him that her
sister has stayed too long is to make
love to the sister. However, sometimes
this results in complications
"As a general rule, it is better to brag
i on one’s kin than to board them.”
i Here his pencil broke.
girl finds infinite strange relief in
till she’s a grandmother—my
mother. I called her into consul
tation—and together with my wild
ideas and insistence on beauty
and her genius for understanding
the subtle ways of a needle and
thread and her smiling common
sense, we evolved a thing of use
and beauty and* a joy forever.
Seems to me most any man who
had his rathers would like to see
his sweetheart or his busy house-
bird of a mate in i work garb like
this rather than in some of the
bibbed frights, the tie-around
kind that cut you in two, or that
ancient, dishonored makeshift
some women make do duty all
day long—the kimono. And don’t
you know men folks are everlast
ing preachers about their women
folks being comfy. This little
work apron certainly is that.
Here are facts: I am usually
short on those. That’s mother’s
proof that I am a girl. Turn your
Cheshire cat smiles away, Bettys
and Billys, and let me tell how
this honorable apron Is made.
I’ve made a faithful pattern from
it spread out upon the floor. The
real labor ones, where I get good
and dirty—Ink on my nose, grime
on my elbows, grubby hands and
all that—are made of blue and
pink fine-checked zephyr ging
ham. Those that are Just a little
more company—tc loaf about the
house in these hot days—are
made of cotton, crepe or anything
pretty and washable that you
like. Twenty-seven inches wide,
if you please, the goods must be;
then there need be no piecing on
the sides. And twice 27 inches
is plenty of foot-room. There is
a hole for your head, very short
sleeves, and Just the two seams
down the sides. The back is as
innocent of fastening as the
front. Nary a buttonhole or a
hook and eye. That ought to
please any cynic and make ’em
My clever little mother, wh
and sensible, too, and a picture o
sit up and crow. Just on a line
below the hip bone there are two
belt-straps back and front, and
through these goes a belt a cou
ple of Inches wide, fastened with
two buttons. On the humbler
ones a bias fold and stitching
about the neck and arms and a
deep hem is all the decoration
tl|ere is. On the niftiest ones
there is narrow lace In the sleeves
and neck and a belt of a differ
ent color. The belt fits closely,
but doesn’t pinch. That draws
the apron into folds. These are
facts.
ose own little gowns are pretty
f the apron I work in.
Now for the beauty and the Joy
of it. You wouldn’t believe how
pretty it is on a girl. For it falls
into every line of her body, grace
fully and modestly, too. It has
the same simple attraction that a
little kid’s clothes always have.
There’s the beauty of It—simplic
ity, good lines and any lovely
color, and the Joys of it—it goes
over your head, the sleeves are a
Joke, the neck Is low, lt’s» as cool
as a Lady Constance Richardson
costume in this warm town, cor
sets with it are “taboo,” It hasn’t
even a sash around the waist;
you can reach, and catch, and
throw a ball to your heart’s de
sire. Under it, if it please you,
when there is not going to be
“people,” there are only stock
ings, chemisette and knickers of
china silk or thin muslin and
sandals. When there is to be
“people,” a one-piece slip has to
be added on underneath and slip
pers instead of sandals, if you
please.
Sounds like a dream, this little
outfit, but feels like a dream, too.
Difficult to Catch.
An Englishman who was appointed to
an important post in China got mar
ried soon after. Among the recipients
of the usual little cardboard boxes con
taining a piece of wedding cake was a
Chinese merchant with whom the bride
groom had an outstanding account for
goods supplied. After the honeymoon
one of the first persons the newly-wed
ded husband met was his Celestial cred
itor.
“And how did you like the cake?”
said the Englishman, laughingly, after
the usual congratulations.
“Ah, ha!” returned the Chinaman,
with a cunning leer, “me no such big
fool to eat him, sah. Me put cakes in
fire. Burn him up. He! he!”
“Oh, that’s too had,’’ said the Eng
lishman, very much hurt. “You might
have tasted it at least, out of compli
ment to my wife and myself. Why j
didn’t you?”
“Me too elute, sah,” said the Celes
tial, with the same cunning smile.
“You owe me monee, sah; sendee poi
son cake; I eat him; I die, you no payee
up. Houp-la! lie! hel I know you
' Angleesh!“
I HAVE received a letter from a wom
an who says. "Will you please write
something on being a poor man’s
wife? I married when I was IB. I am
now 24. and I am begining to see that
it’s a hard road that I have to travel,
with no pleasures along the way, and
nothing but the poorhouse at the end
of the Journey.
"My husband is a good man. He loves
me dearly as I love him, but he's just
a good plodder, one of the men who will
never earn anything but a small wage
as long as he lives. He Is not ambitious.
I am. He does not care for the refine
ments of life. He is satisfied with
cheap, ugly clothes, a glass of beer and
his pipe. I want pretty things and to
occasionally go to the theater or some
such place of amusement. ■
Lots of Them.
"I know I can never have the things
I crave unless I earn the money for
them myself, and I would gladly go out
to work except that it would make the
neighbors talk. What shall 1 do, eat my
heart out with wanting things, or make
the money to buy them?”
Go to work, sister, go to work. Go
out and hunt you a job. See how much
of a money-maker you really are. Find
out how much toil and sweat, how much
self-restraint and self-repression goes
into the making of every dollar. Ascer
tain by actual experience the difference
between the way a man speaks to a
customer and an employee, between the
way he treats you When you are in front
of the counter and behind it.
The world is full of dissatisfied wom
en who think that their husbands are
not good business men. and that they
should be making a great deal more
money than they are. These ladies criti
cise and fault-find, and whine because
their Johns can’t supply them with dia
monds and limousines, and they are per
fectly certain that if they had a chance
to do something out In the world. In
stead of being tied to a cook stove, they'
would make Hetty Green look like 20
cents as a financier, or put Maude Ad
ams in the amateur class on the stage,
or make Mrs. Humphry Ward wonder
why she ever tried to break Into litera
ture.
There’s Just one piece of advice to
give these disgruntled ladies, who are
full of surging ambition, and that is to
get out and let it surge, and see how
far it takes them. If T were a man and
nad a wife who pitied for a career far
from the gaR range and the sterilized
milk bottle, I would not only encourage
her to go to It, but I would force her
to go forth and get the world’s price
tag pinned on her ability instead or her
own valuation of it.
Such Is Fate.
For there’s no sure cure for a career
like trying to have one. There’s noth
ing that knocks the self conceit out of
us so completely as the Jolt we get when
we find out that instead of astounding
a waitinar world with our talent we can’t
even make a living by them.
I know at least a dozen fat, comforta
ble ladies, who live in fine houses and
wear fine clothes, who are always tell
ing me in melancholy accents of what
great actresses, or writers, or opera
singers, they could be, if only they
hadn't been foolish enough to get mar
ried, and were not bound to the wheel
of the domestic chariot. It must be a
harrowing existence that these women
lead their husbands, mourning ove*
what-they-might-have-been, and heaven
knows why the men haven’t sense
enough to make their blighted Lady
Macbeths, or Tetrazzinis, or Laura Jean
Libbys hustle out and try to realize their
ambitions.
Believe me, one week of barn-storm
ing would restore almost any stage-
struck wife to sanity, and make her
glad to return to a groundling husband
who is good for th*ce square meals a
day. Also there is nothing so effective
in making a near-literary lady devote
herself to the cook book, instead of
writing books, as to find out by actual
experience that she can’t sell a line
she writes* and that she would starve
if she had to depend on a pen instead
of a husband.
So, sister, if you think you can make
more money than your husband, and
that you have greater intelligence than
he, go out and try your luck. If you
fail you will come back home more
contented and be a more agreeable com
panion to your husband than the dis
satisfied woman that went away.
And perhaps you will succeed. Very
often the gray mare is the better
horse. Many a woman has ten times
the business sense of her husband.
In such a case there is no earthly
reason why her talent should be thrown
away and the family deprived of the
benefit of them merely because she is a
woman. A dollar is a dollar and has
the same purchasing power, no matter
whether it was earned by a feminine
or a masculine hand.
Not to Blame.
Theorize as much about tt as you
please. Preach contentment all you like.
The fact remains that It Is bitter, grind
ing hard to be poor, to never have,
to pine for pleasure* and luxuries that
are forever Just out of your reach.
That is the lot of many a woman
married to a man who hasn’t the fac
ulty for getting along, and nobody
should blame such a wtfe when she
starts out to win for herseif the good
things of life that she sees that her
husband will never be able to get for
her.
As a matter of fact, we have got to
readjust our whole mental view of this
subject. Modem conditions are such,
that many good, honest, industrious
men can earn only enough money to
supply the nare necessities of existence
for their families. If there are any
frills, the women must make them for
themselves, and undoubtedly in this
country, as in France, the time will soon
come when it will be taken as a matter
of course for the wife as well as th©
husband to he a money-earner.
And why not? What better way can
a woman help her husband than in lift
ing part of the burden of the family
support from his shoulders? And why
should a woman grow bitter and dis
satisfied longing for the pretty things
that she has the ability and the energy
to earn? Besides which, when the
poor man's wife puts her shoulder to
ttye wheel, too, and begins to tug along
the family cart, it generally isn’t a cart
much longer. It’s an automobile.
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Youthful Definitions.
In order to give his scholars a firm
grip on original composition, a school
master believes in the value of what
he calls “an exercise in framing defi
nitions.” After illustrating what was
wanted, he set the little boys to write
one sentence definition? of “boy” nnd
“girl." Here are a few of the iu?as
evoked: “A boy is made of a lot of
bones with flesh put round them. A
girl is nearly the tame, but we do not
cut her hair.” “A boy is born a baby.”
“A girl is only ribs out of a man’s
body.” “A, Kiri Is God’s sheep.” “A
boy Is an ordinary creature made out
of dust, and po Is a girl.”
A lawsuit which has taken 50 years
to decide, was an action brought by
Charles L, Appleby against the City
of New York for damages done to
h'is property by a mob during the *Oivil
War. Settlement has been reached by
a compromise, the plaintiff receiving
the amount of his original claim,
$7,000, and dropping the demand for
interest. When the suit was filed,
Mr. Appleby was a comparatively
young man. He is now 88, and has
survived most of the Judges and law
yers who have been connected with
the case.
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A curious custom will shortly be
celebrated at Sawston, Cambridge
shire, England. The tenant of Hunt
ingdon Farm Is bound to grow three
acres of peas every year for the In
habitants. When they are ready for
picking, the town crier announces the
fact, and those who choose can pi^k
what peas they like. The custom
dates back 300 years, when a poor
woman was imprisoned for stealing
peas.
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A pretty ceremony took place at New
castle recently, when the • customs of
“Barge I >ay” were observed, and the
Mayor and Corporation sailed up the
river to “claim the soil" of the Tyne.
The great moment of the ceremony is
the landing, when the Mayor has Iht
delightful, if invidious, privilege of se
lecting any young lady he pleases from
the assembled crowd and giving her a
kiss and a sovereign. The Sheriffs als<
choose a fair lady on whom to bestow
a kiss and a gift, and the Mayoress is
expected to make some useful present
to the damsel kissed by his Worship.
• * *
Sergeant Kuertz won a wife and a
house with a garden plot by drinking
30 pints of beer before breakfast at a
restaurant at Breslau, Germany, an !
afterward, to show his steadiness of
hand, he registered seven hits out at
ten shots at an 800-yard target.
High speed Is being added to luxury
as a feature of Canadian travel. The
Canadian Pacific Hallway is planning to
run what will be the fastest transcon
tinental train on the American conti
nent. With an average speed of 50 miles
an hour for 60 hours, and twelve hours
allowed for stops, the new train will
cover 3,000 miles between Montreal and
Vancouver in 72 hours—a saving of 23
hours on the fastest train on this sys
tem now running.
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A bride’s dressing room is to be pro
vided at a church in Madison avenue,
• New York. The organ loft over the
' urch entrance will be removed and in
its place a beautifully equipped room
will be built. Here the bride will be
able to put the finishing touches to her
attire after the drive to church.
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