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The Revelations of a Wile
A New Story of Married Life.
(Comtinued From Yesterday's Sunday
- American.)
WHAT DICKY TOLD MADGE THAT
SUNDAY MORNING.
What are you going to do Madge?
Wy the uniform?’ Dicky looked around
lagily up from the Bunday newspapers,
which were strewn around the couch
in the MNving room, where he lay
stretehed at ease. It was Bunday morn
ing. Dicky's “lazy time” of the week
The Sunday morning before this 1
had sat near him in the big chair, also
reading and we had promised ourselves
.that this woulM be our weekly cus
tom, meither of us having much Incli
nation for church.
But this merning, with the expecta
tion of guests In the evening, 1 knew
that there was work waiting for me, 50
as soon as Dicky was thoroughly ab
sorbed in his paper, I had slipped into
my room and put on one of my kitchen
aprons. A sense of unfamiliarity came
w me as I buttoned it, for I had not
worn it since Katle Tiad taken the helm
of the kitchen. 1 had hoped that Dicky
would mot notice my absence, but he
gaw und called to me as | passed
through the living room on my way to
the kitchen.
“I must prepare those salted almonds
for tonight, Dicky,” 1 replied.
“Bother the salted almonds. [ toid
sou to get those that were all ready.
Can't Katie do them?”
Dicky gave a groan of pretended dis
may.
*Don’t tell me, Madge, that you're
ome of the women who start to clean
ing house every time they expect
guests,” he began. “l 1 used to vow that
never, never would | marry one of that
stripe. It takes all the comfort of hav
ing anybody come to the house to have
everything so stift*
| wanted to remind Dicky of his dia
tribe of a few days before, when he
had hurt me immessurably by his erit
wism of the disordered living room.
But I had learned that inconsistency of
speech was one of Dicky's chief char
acteristics. The opinion he expressed
one day he was ltkely to contradiet the
next, so I skirted the topic carefully.
“We're not going to clean house,
Dicky—nothing that will disturb you a
bit. But I must prepare the almonds
myself. It is a tedlous job, and I want
the time after dinner free for the sand
wiches and the table. You'll run out
this morning and get me a few flowers,
won't you?'
“Sure,” agreed Dicky, ‘“but there's
no hurry, is there?
‘None at all,” 1 assured him.
“All right then. I'll go after a while.”
He resgmed his reading and 1 went to
the kitehen.
“Please get me the nut-cracker and
the almonds you brought home last
night,” 1 told Katie. “I will crack them
here on thg end of the kitchen table.
Be sure that l{rm have plenty of boil
ma watér in the tea kettle by the time
I finish them.'
“All right, Missis Graham, | sex. "
Kutie was hustling around the Kkitchen
getting the breakfast dishes out of the
way with more than even her usual
rapidity of movement. 1 sat down at
the table and began cracking the nuts.
It was a slow t)ob. and I had finished
only about a fourth of them when
Dicky appeared at the door.
‘“l've come to help,” he announced,
but | saw Katie's look of dismay at the
tiny kitchen, where shg must get din.
ner.
Go back to your reading.,'” 1 com
manded gayly. I don't need you. Be
sides there isn't room for three of us
here. Katie hasn't room to turn around
as it is."
“That's easily remedied.” Dicky
caught up the dish of nutmeats, the bag
of uncracked nuts and the paper strewn
with shells where 1 was working and
carried them into the living room, I
trailing along behind him uttering fu
tile protests. As he reached the table
the paper slipped from his grasp and
the shells flew in every direction.
“Dicky!” I gasped. “Why on enrth,
did you bring all this stuff in here?
Katie cleaned this room thoroughly yes
terday, and with the exception of a lit-]
tle straightening and polishing of some
of the furniture it was all ready for |
tonight. Now it will have to be swept
again, and that will mean the dusting
and polishing done all over again.’ 1
“You don’t suppose | meant te drop
the blasted stuff, did you?" demanded
Dicky, and his voice held a hint of an
rer that I promptly heeded. At all
costs 1 wanted to avoid any unpleasant
ness before the coming of our guests,
The evening promised to be enough of
a trial to me without having my nerves
disturbed by any disagreement before
hand.
“Of course not, Dicky,” 1 soothed,
“and as long as the mischief is done
we might as well finish them here. I'll
get another nut cracker and the fold
ing sewing table from my room.”
*You get the nut cracker.and I'll pro
duce the table,” said Dicky, grandly,
and in a fepr minutes we were seated
ogaposlte each other amicably cracking
the nuts, while Dicky talked of every
thing and nothing, and 1 half listened
to what he was saying, and half won
dered what the evening might bring me
in the way of experiences.
To me whose existence had been the
monotonous one of a school teacher,
life with Dicky was like revelving with
a kaleidoscope, every day seemed to
brlng something unexpected to me.
“You're not half listening to what 1
am saying.'” Dicky said, accusingly,
“and 1 want you particularly to hear
this. You'll have to hear it some time,
;io vou might as well before you meet
her."’
“Meet whom?” 1 was curious at once.
“Bess Marsden.”” Dicky stopped and
flushed a bhit. He appeared at a loss
for words. Dicky, of all people!
“Well?"' 1 tried to make my voice en
rouraging.
“l never realized until recently”
Dicky went on, in an embarrassed fash
ion, how differently {ou look at things
from the way my friends and 1 do.
We might have been brought up on a
different planet, you and I. Now Bess
is one of the most brilliant women 1
know. She has written two or three
novels that, besides selling well enough
to give her a good income independent
of other work, have made the critics
sit up and take notice. She is a leader
in tge feminist movement, too, and
some of her magazine articles upon the
new place of women in the world, o 1
whatever the rot is that the feminists
spout, are considered classics in their
line. But—'" 1 interrupted him breath
lessly.
“You don't mean Elizabeth Faulkner
Marsden?"’
‘“The same,” said Dicky, dramatical
¢. “You don’t know her?’
“No, but T have read many things she
has written. She is terribly extreme
and |1 can not agree with all she says,
but her style is wonderful, and many
of her arguments are sound. | shall
be so glad to meet her.”
“Will you? I wonder,” muttered
Dicky. Then he spoke rafidly,, boldly
% “Bess not only has terribly exirene
views, but she puts them into practice.
When Is a Girl Not a Girl? Is a Male Infant a Boy? Read the Answers in The Sunday American.
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She belleves that If a man and woman
have® married and find that they no
longer love each other, laws can not
bind them, and they are free to form
ties elsewhere.”
“You mean?’ 1 felt breathless, as if 1
were running.
“Well, among people who do not know
her she observes the conventions Eut
among us it s generally understood
that she and Paul Atwood are some
-Ih|l:{' dearer than friends'
“Why don’t they marry?” 1 felt as if
1 knew, yet dreaded the angwer.'
““Because, unfortunately, Paul has a
wife who will neither make life bear
able at home nor give him a divorce that
he mng find happiness elsewhere, The
Atwoods have a child, too, which com=-
plicates matters.”
Good Night Stories
BETTY'S PEEP INTO iNDIA.
ETTY crawled into bed, but dear
B me, she just couldn’t go to sleep.
“1 wish we never halt» go to
bed."”
She sat up and hugged her knees,
gazing into the moonbeamn that itreams
ed through the window on to her white
coverlet, Then a strange thing hap
pened that made Betty open her eyes
with wonder,
Right down this silver moonbeam
there floated a lovely dreamboat, and
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“Jump In and I'll Take You With Me.
smiling at her from over its side was
her little friend, Gocomeback, the travel
elfin,
The tiny boat glided on to the cover
let lake and stopped rigat in front of
Betty.
“So you think you'd enjoy living in a
place where folks never slesp in beds?’
he laughed. “Jump in and 'l take you
with me, and if you think you'd like
to stay you can.”
Betty, who was always happy of the
chance to take a trip with Goeomeback,
hopped into the dreamboat. Out ihe
window they .sailed and away to a
strange land that Gocomeback said
was India. |
“Most of the inhabitants of India live
in small villages like this,” said Go
comeback, pointing to a tract of land
of about 5 acres, on which was a
cluster of 50 or 60 small houics sur
rounded by mango, cocoanut and other
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By Dr. Mm, A. McKeever,
One of the Nation's Best-Known Socio
logical Writers.
AN vou keep your child in school
and yvet have him not grow sei
vile to it?
Can you help him master his lessons
with the idea of his digcarding them
when they have been recited?
Can you assist your boy or girl to
keep alive his originality in spite of the
cut-and.dried hook assignments?
Can yvou keep alive vour child's power
of initiative so that each lesson learned
will be a point of departure instoad of
a 4 stopping place?
Can you assist him during his school
ing to make use of his lower impulses
and desires, so as finally to turn them
into ethieal refinements—for example,
the instinct to fight, to cheat, to get
' something for nothing, to seek sensual
pleasure as an end?
Can you prevent your boy or gll'l
from falling into the error of leaning
| upon the school-—-of depending upon it
to educate him rather than expecting
!m work out his own education: of be
‘vominx a narrow-minded book worm or
{a sort of intellectual nonenity? ‘
Can you keep him in school till he is
through college and yet prevent him
from leaning on the institution for his
backing and prestige, from expecting
the outside world to receive him as
worthy and readxgo serve it simply be
cause he is a graduate?
Can you keep yvour boy in school to
the end of the college course and ver
help him to preserve his democracy,
help him to understand that there is
distinetive merit among many of the
grédat common throng of those who by
force of circumstances, never see the
inside of an advanced institution of
learning ?
Can you keep your child in school to
the end and vet teach him to pay his
way as he goes; not necessarily in
money, but rather by the serviceable
and productive use of his talents as fast
as they are trained to function; by ac
quiring habits of persistent and honest
endeawor: by the method of cheerful
and unflufx{nx attack of lessons and
tasks which are hard: through the
strength of an abiding faith thal man
kind is struggling all the while toward
a higher destiny here on the earth?
Can you so admonish and guide your
'chud on his way through all the schools
that he will finally come away imbued
with a deep sense of humility before
ordinary men; a sober feeling of respon
sibility to life and its common duties;
a warm passion for serving his fellows
as an honest co-laborer; a courageous
attitude of food will toward every race
and rank of mankind?
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Compulsory Economy.
Everything in the dear old village seem
ed just the same to Wilkinson after his
absence of ten years. The old church,
the village pump, the ducks on the green,
the old men smoking while their wives
gossiped-—it was all as it used to bde. Sud
deniy he missed something
sWhere's Barnes' windmill?" he asked
in surprise. “1 can only see one mill,
and there used to be two!” The native ad
dressed gazed thoughtfully round as if to
verify the statement. Then he said, slow
ly. ““T'hey pulled ape down There weren't
enough wind for two on 'em."” :
“Oh® All my repugnance to the
whole affair was contained in the little
exclamation '
Dicky looked at me a trifle impa
tiently. .
“look here, Madge,” he sald. “You
have led a life almost cloistered in its
real ignorance of the world. 1 would
not have told you of this, only I want
ed to prepare vou, so that if you heard
of it elsewhere you would not think
1 had purposely kept you in ignorance,
Just forget that you know nnythlnl
about i that's the attipude the rest o
us take™
I felt stifled. 1 wanted to be alone,
1 got up blindly.
“Please pardon me a few minutes,” 1
said, “1 w) be right back."”
(Continued Tomorrow.)
native trees. These houses were built
with mud walls, and the roofs were all
made of a few bamboo poles covered
with thatch
“What funny little houses!’ laughed
Betty, as they sailed to the ground in
front of one of them.
“They're even funnier inside than
they are outside,” replied Gocomeback,
and he rapped at one of the doorways.
No one seemed to be at home so Go
comeback walked right in, Betty close
at his heels,
“You see, each village is like one
large family. They never think of lock
ing up their houses when they go away
from home,"” said Gocomeback. *'So
we'll just make ourselves at home.”
Betty felt rather tired after her long
sail through the air, and looked around
for a chair. Dear me, there wasn't one
in the place!
“1 should say not!” laughed Gocome
back. “The Hindu always sits on the
floor "
‘‘But where's the table he eats from?”’
asked Betty, looking around the room.
But the only piece of furniture she
could see was a woven mat of palm
leaves that stood in one corner otpt.he
room. ’
“Oh, no, they nevér use a table,” re
rlied Gocomeback. ““They eat their food
rom plantain leaves laid on the floor.
In that way they never have to worry
who's going to wash dishes. And that
mat you see rolled up standing in the
corner they spread out at night and use
it for their bed. Now if you think you'd
really like to live in this mud house
without a bed, chairs or dishes to wash
you certainly can. But if I had as nice
a bed as you have I'd never want to
change it for a palmleaf bed."
“Neither do 1'" laughed Betty,
And before she could blink her eves
she was tucked once more in her own
little bed, and Gocomeback sailed out
the window in his drcamboat. RBetty
laughed, closed her eyes, and was sogn
fast asleep.
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By RITA STUYVESANT
ASHION has given us a new gar
ment for Spring-——the silk wrop. It
has indeed been many Seasons |
since we have heard the rustle of silk |
over milady's gowns and women m'vl
glad to wear these smart cloaks, if one |
is to judge by the number of them seen |
on KFifth avenue. Most successful were |
the capes and dolmans of the winter
season, for women were quick to realize
the advantages of these semi-formal
wraps, and there is no doubt but that
these new silk ‘'wraps will also pass
fashion's board of censorship. |
For sixtden there is a wrap that
loses none of its juvenile charm al
thought it is cut: from black satin. It
is made on a deep shoulder yoke, and
is set on by a delightfully pert frill
that stands up in the air quite defiant,
The lower part is a straight section
ghirred rather closely, and falls to the
bottom of the skirt, concealing yet re
vealing the frock worn beneath., It is
collared with a demure roll collar, Quak
er style, and tied with long ribhon
streamers, fringe-edged Rose taffeta
was responsible for the lovely lining,
and the cape could be reversed for eye
ning wear if desirved.
For twenty-five navy blue block silk,
combined with French blue satin for
one of the daintiest dolmans imagina
ble. This wrap is big and loose and
cut with sleeves and body in one. It
is draped rather full about the hips, but
‘narrows down to almost a yard and a
quarter at the ankles. There is a be
comingly high collar at the throat that
can be opened on warm days.
| Tete de negre silk tricolette makes
\:nm\her stunning cloak for Spring.
I\\'lu‘n it turns its back to the world it
is a cape, but the fronl appearance
| gives one the impression of a sport
:vn.-u. There is a circular cape of the
tricolette that reclines gracefully on the
‘shunl«wr:z and falls in folds to thé heels.
A straight vest,» broad enough to cover
'lhv front of the figure, is buttoned and
belted and cut off above the Knees,
'SHIs are left for the arms to pass
| through, and these are formed on the
' seam, joining the “‘coat” to the ‘‘cape.’’
| Burnt orange satin was chosen for the
lql:uim.t lining and was a fetching com
| ination with tete de negre.
For the older woman there are any
| number of smart but dignified wraps
and real old ladies can indulge their
fancy for the silks and fringe and tas
| sels that made grandmother a belle in
her day. Sometimes the entire bottom
of a cape is bordered with knotted
fringe and sometimes it is used to beau
tify the ends of silk tie-string. Al
| thought black block satin and navy
blue are more favored by the matrons
Iwho know, we see many wraps of deep
')-urph-. wine, brown, bottle green, gar
net, and steel grey. Cloaks of these
colors do equally as well over evening
gowns as in the afternoon.
Very Tender.
“Phat girl of mine is the most tender
hearted in the world,"” said old Mrs
Smuggles.
“She doesn't look it!" thought her
hesnrer, but, aloud, said politely:
“What makes you say that, Mrs. Smug-
Elea?"
“WeN, you know,” said Mrs. Smuggles, |
the daughter-worshiper, “‘she stays in her
room every Monday-—ecan't bear to see her
old mother doing the family wash™
Taking an EllL
Young Joyride was home on leave and
the doting family and relations, gathered
to ¢o him honor, could refuse him noth
ing S 0 he made hay while the sun
shone,
“You might let me have your car for
the afternoon, uncie” he said.
“All right, my boy: you cam take it.”
“And 1 say, uncle,” said the youth,
“can you let me have the price of a
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A Straight Tip.
1 have something I have to ask yvou
-er—something—er—very-—close to my
heart, and—er—er——" “I think I can
guess what it Is’" " “Ah, you have
devined! You know—-you——g——"»»“ |
“Yes, you want to ask me w ere'll
put your hat when you came in!"”
~ Smart Frocks and Parisian Hat |
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That Tired Feeling
A MEDICAL AUTHORITY EXPLAINS I,T
By Brice Belden, M. D.
HERE are four general causes of
T“that tired feeling.” They are
first, digestive disturbances; sec
ond, intestinal intoxication; third, neu
rasthenia; and fourth, oxygen starva
tion.
With regard to the first cause, im
perfect digestion lessens energy be
cause there is an interruption of the
processes of nutrition. You can't have
nervous and muscular vigor unless di
gestion is reasonably good. Good di
gestion depends upon good teeth, good
food and good elimination. Good elimi
nation is governed largely by exercise
and bathing. As regards food, avoid
particularly excessive consumption of
starches and sugars, which produces
acid fermentation.
With regard to the second cause, in
testinal intoxication lessens energy be
cause of the formation of poisons which
are taken up by the blood and then de
press that part of the nervous system
The Rhyming Optimist
; HE weather isn’t all outside; we
l mostly make our days; we'll
find them much as we decide,
l for gloom or sunny rays. So largely
las we greet dawn's glow the day
| will bring out part of griefs to lay the
spirit low or jovs to cheer the heart.
]There isn't any cause to rail at cold
‘ .
| and cheerless rain: because, if we'd
! but hit the trail, we'd find the sun
| again. I do not mean the orb that
E goes a-sailing through far space, but
! just the sun of joy that glows in
every man's face. For often while the
. stormelouds gloom I've thrilled with
joy to know love's frailest blossoms
[bmvely bloom through winter's ice
LITTLE BOBBIE’S PA
By William F. Kirk. |
IE Flite of time, sed Pa wen he
caim hoam last nite, the Flite of
time it is sub-lime, Pa sed.
Jest what is the caus of this here ora
shun? sed Ma.
Well, sed Pa, 1 got to talking to sum of
the Old Gard today, George & Jim, sed
Pu. & we cuddent help reemarking how
many of our old friends has Checked Out,
sed Pa. : 1
That surely was a moast cheerful con
versashun, sed Ma. ‘ow deepressing, Ma
sed.
It was all rite, sed Pa, it was all rite.
It doant do any of us any harm, Pa sed‘
for to think onst in a while about our Lat
ter Finnish, sed Pa. |
This is a most strainge Mood for you‘
to have, sed Ma. Have you got a Feever?
sed Ma.
No. sed Pa. Every time I git momu.l
sed Pa, you think I must be sick. That
isent vary flatering to the old Gent, sml‘
Pa, is it, Bobbie?
1 doant know. 1 sed. What is the
Flite of Time, 1 sed to Pa
The Flite of Time, Bobbie, sed Pa, is|
the passing away, forever, of all them
cute littel seconds, them merry minnits,
& them hurrying Hours, sed Pa. Even
as | stand here, sed Pa, talking to vou in
my Calm & Colleckted Manner, sed Pa,
Time is Flitteing. ‘
Why worry abouj it, sed Ma, wen you
which ordinarily dispenses pep.
Excessive consumption of proteins
(meat and eggs) or insufficient intake
of oxygen wherewith to burn up in
jurious decomposition products brings
this condition about commonly. Drow
ay people who lack punch are apt to be
vietims #qf intestinal intoxication.
With regard to the third cause, neu
srasthenia lessens energy because of the
nervous fatigue which is a cardina!
symptom of this disease. The problem
in these cases is often suitable employ
ment rather than rest. This sounds
paradoxical, but it is generally true.
Congenial work usually cures.
If you don’'t love vour work it tires
vou unduly. An Edison isn't interested
in the eight-hour day proposition at all
The average nervous system has im
mense reserves to draw upon if the
owner is engaged in congenial work.
With regard to the fourth cause, oxy
gen starvation lessens energy because
man was intended to be an outdoor
animal, whereas he has developed a
mania for shutting himself up in boxes
sealed as hermetically as possible.
Without oxygen-—fresh air—our poisons
ous “end products” are not burned up
and clog, poison and ‘lepress us.
and snow. The folks who on life's
field have won unscathed by battle’s
scares are those who filled their days
with sun and all their nights with
stars. For them the tempest-troubled
hours must pass uncounted by; they
only see the fields of flowers, the
azure-tinted sky. 1t seems they have
some secret eway to keep their lives
in tune with fragrant essence of
May, with notes of sunny June. The
weather man dire brands may make,
which most folks can’'t refuse; but
wiser guys just up and take the sort
of day they choose. If such ones
were set down to write the long year’s
calendars, they’'d make the days all
shining bright, and fill all nights with
stars.
cant stop it? You nevver used to worry
about the Flite of Time, sed Ma, wen you
was downtown with the boys singing For
Its Always Fair Wether Wen Good Drink
fi;‘s Git Together. Why worry now? sed
Ma.
1 wont worry no moar if it gits you ex
cited, sed Pa. After all, sed Pa, Ido not
seer the I'inal call. T am like my Unkel
Hank, sed Pa. He was a flrex%an back in
Eau Claire. Wisconsin, sed Pa, & wen he
died the boys put on his Tombstoan, Gone
To His Last Fire.
That was very touching, sed Ma. They
must have knew “yure unkel quite good,
to taik such libertys with his twlh-stmn.
sed Ma. But nobody shud fear Deth, sed
Ma, if they have lived a kind & good
life,
That is vary true, sed Pa, if we live
O. K. here, we will be O. K. any spot in
the road, sed Pa. I am not anxshus for
to kick in, sed Pa, but any time the Grim
Reeper cums along 1 will trot along with
him, sed Pa, & nobody will heer mne
squeeling, Pa sed, you can bet on that
I think it wuddent do us any harm to
briten up the talk a littel, sed Ma. 1
am not in favor of ail this here Calvary
& Greenwood & Rest in Peece chatter,
sed Ma, until the propper time cums. Tt
is all rite to speek of the Flite of Time,
sed Ma., bheekaus that maiks us remember
that we shud work hard wile we are here,
but too much talk about dying is too much,
sed Ma. :
Rite you are. sed Pa, rite you are. We
will now undertake sed Pa, to forgit about
the under-ta%er, & them 1 a becgan to
Whisael. :
| T ] N
Trying New
- Employes
By Eleanor Gilbert.
66 OW ean you select from
[“l among a large group of ap
plicants the woman most
fitted for the job?"”
“Test them,” is the glib reply of
those who have had little experience
with hiring employes. ‘“Let the girl
show what she can do. That will
prove whether or not she can handle
the job.”
Of course, there are many Kkinds
of jobs where a test is altogether im
practical. You can't test a girl at
certain kinds of factory work without
first teaching her how to do the work.
You can’'t test a saleswoman at any
time, because ther mightn't be cus
tomers available at the particular
time you want to put her to the test.
But it is the belief of those who
have had experience in hiring wo
men that even in those jobs where
a quick test is possible it isn’t by
any means a good method of selec
tion.
For example, perhaps the best il
lustration is afforded by the office.
You would think that, if a girl ap
plies for a job as a stenographer, a
sure way of finding out which one
is the hest of the dozen stenographers
who apply is to dictate a few letters
to each one and see who turns out
the neatest, most faultless letters in
the shortest time. !
But that plan doesn't work for
several reasons, and employers who
have pinned their faith to this meth
od of selection have found themselves
saddled with incompetent workers,
{ when by all the rules they picked out
the best of all comers.
Most women are exceedingly ner
vous when applying for a job. Even
the most competent ones readily lose
self-confidence when they are con
fronted with a cold-blooded inter
viewer who seems to demand perfec
tion, and expects yvou to prove it on
the spot if you make any such claims,
Everyvbody gets somewhat nervous at
a demonstration of skill. Even sea
soned actors, sure of their popularity,
have genuine stage-fright before the
produection of a new play.
It therefore seems quite natural
that the woman who applies for a job
is possessed of the same species of
"‘stage-fi'ight." In fact, nervousness
'is ofttimes the indication of excessive
earnestness about getting the job.
FShv wants it so much that her fear of
failing: paralyzes her energy and
weakens her confidence.
~ On the other hand, girls who feel
onlyv a casual interest, and are really
indifierent about whether they land
the job or not, have no nervousness
about the matter, They take dicta
tion coolly, because they will feel no
disappointment at losing. That kind
of girl may make a good impression
in a demonstration, but her very in
difference will soon exhibit itself in‘
her relation to work and she will be
just as casual. about whether she
works well regularly as she was
about getting the job.
Until some better science helps us,
the only way to select employes is by
talking to them, studying their past
records, getting some idea of what
they hope to accomplish., and how
sincere is their desire for the job.
After all, it's character, not mechani
cal skilfulness alone that make an
emplovee desirable. and character
isn't disclosed by a “test” on appli
cation.
The Waiting Game
DON'T TARRY FORA'_I_‘EENPRINCE CHARMIN?WM
By Beatrice Fairfax.
‘e HEY also serve who only stand
T and wait,” wrote Miiton in his
) famous sonnet on his blind
ness, which, in the opinion of many
critics, is the finest gonnet in our
llunxuuge. ‘
} That is has been quoted oftener,
paraphrased and parodied more than
any other English sonnet, goes wlth-‘
out saying. There is a recent bur
lesque on the great poem dealing with
‘the subject of girls who have no defi
nite occupation in life but that of wait- ‘
ing for some man to marry them. The
last three lines are: I
“Thousands at their beckoning flee,
And post o'er land and ocean wlthout‘
rest;
They mostly ‘get the mitt' who sit‘
around and wait.” |
There may be owaitresses’ today,
but their number has decreased sur
prisingly in the last generation or so.
Pifty years ago a girl who was not
married at twenty-five was frankly re
garded as a failure, and one has only
to read the lifé of Florence Nightingale
to realize how completely young wom
ien were held in the toils of the notion
‘that an early marriage tQ any one was
preferable to remaining single.
‘ When Florence Nightingale began to
broach the subject of professional nurs
ing relatives and friends brought for
ward voung men to try and persuade
her to marry. For the young English
woman was pretty and rich and of ex
cellent social position, and why she
wanted to study nursing instead of
getting married no one cculd under
stand—lleast of all her family. But, as
every one knows, she stuck fast to her
purpose and was the means of saving
the ,English army in the Crimea.
' “(hen Jane Austin began to write
her delightful novels she felt obliged,
as a concession to public opinion, to
|ke¢-.p her work-basket handy, and when
any one entered the room she slipped
the precious manuscript under a bit
of sewing. For in those days it was
considered ‘‘strong-minded’” for a young
woman to know how to write. She
might be weak-minded, or light-headed
to her heart’s content, and no one
aver thought anything about it, but
“strong-minded’’ never.
Hoped He Would Not Be Old.
So a girl remained at home, under
her father's roof, waiting for some man
to come along and marry her, and she
hoped with all her heart he would nor
be old, snuffy and unattractive. It did
not make the least particle of differ
ence if he happened to be all three,
if her father and brothers approved
of him. They handed over the poor
little sixteen or seventeen pawn, who
had to curtsey, dry her eyes as best
she could and express her thanks for
the great honor the old and snuffy
party was conferring on her.
Nowadays if a girl makes a marriage
of this sort it is almost always her
own fault. She can work and wait
till the man of her choice comes along.
She does not have to marry because
the men of her family decide on some
man as an eligible husband. and leave
her wholly out of the family calcula
tions—as very probably was the case
with her great-grandmother.
No girl who has a job in which she
is interested and who had learned the
joys of doing useful, practical work
and. being financially independent, afid
who has begun to get an idea of wom-
In a Fool’s Paradise
| By Loretto C. Lynch. |
‘ E were the kind of people
| who never thought about
sickness,” sighed Mrs
‘Bennett. But since the epidemic my
household is run lots different.”
~ And T believe Mrs. Bennett’s home
‘was like many other homes. She
never expected sickness, hoped it
wouldn’'t come, and she lived in a
fool’'s paradise. And here was a
‘woeful home, indeed, when every
member of her family, except herself,
was strickgn with influenza at one
and the same time.
- Excluding the very poor, it is sur~
prising to see how unprepared is the
average home for illness. The city
housewife usually depends upon a
hasty trip to the drug store. But
only too often does the emergency
arise late at night, when drug stores
are closed and when messengers are
not eeasily available. But can you
imagine a country home without an
emergency equipment? Yet, it has
been my experience that the average
farm home in America is quite as
lacking in this respect as the city
home.
Once I visited a comfortable farm
er’s house in the State of Delaware.
The cellar was full of table delica
cies. In the stable there was a small
cabinet filled with every remedy one
could imagine for the ailments to
which horseflesh is heir. And vet,
when one of the twelve humans that
occupied that home became seriously
ill during the night, the crudest
methods were resorted to because of
the utter lack of the simplest nurs
ing equipment. And a canvass of
ten neighboring farmhouses failed to
produce the needed icebag.
Epidemic influenza has taught many
of* us the need of having on hand
some things for the sickroom. Per
sonally, 1 believe that the proper
place for a seriously ill person is the
hospital, under the watchful eye of
doctors and nurses. |
But there are illnesses which are
not very serious, and the housewife
who has used a little forethought cau
often treat these at home.
No home should be without a phy
sician's thermometer. With its aid
the mother can easily determine the
presence of fever. Then there should
be a good disinfectant on hand at all
times. Any druggist will recommend
an efficient disinfectant at moderate
cost. Especially where there are chil.
dren should there be a medicine cabi
net and its accessories. An icebag is
a great comfort to the sufferer from‘
fever, and if cared for will last for
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an's real place In the modern world
need even marry for any reason but bee
cause she is in love.
A girl who'is proud of being a wome
an, and who has a gloriously busy,
happy time promoting important things
does not have nightmares over the “old
maid’ idea: The foolish words have
absolutely no terror for this sensible
type of girl. And you couldn’'t possibly
use the old-fashioned taunt in such a
'way that it would wound her,
No Sting in the Words.
In fact, all the sting went out of
the term *“old maid” from the time
ithat girls stopped waiting passively at
home for somebody to come along and
;marry them, though why any one ever
found it in his or her heart to laugh
‘at so pitiful a figure it would be dif
ficult to say. She was a woman prac
itica“y uneducated and wholly untrain
ed, whose chief occupation in life was
to smile and be agreeable till she was
taken off her father's hands. Wouldn't
such a destiny be enough to sour and
embitter a saint, and do you wonder
when their smiles and little coquetries
failed, and no man came to take them,
that the very word stood for ridicule
and failure?
Now work, wages and independence
| have changed the position of women!
With the advent of these things it has
ceased to be a favor on the part of a
man to ask a woman to marry him,
On the contrary he is asking one.
And on the man’s side, his accept
ance today by a girl “bread-winner” is
a good deal more flattering because
there can be no question of the honesty
of her affection, whereas in the old
'days he was frantically seized upon as
‘a. release from spinsterhood and a
“provider” of a home for the super
fluous daughter under the parental roof.
And nowadays a man cuts his moods
more, accbrding to his wife, than in
the old days when the entire house
hold rotated around the gout of the
thead of the family, or if not his gout,
| then his pet grouch, or something else
tat which he felt at liberty to vent his
temper and indulge his tantrums.
The girl who had lived at home—and
waited—was used to a display of tem
per on the part of the men of the
family. They were spoken of as ‘‘the
Lords of creation” and it must be
'confessed they did a good deal to jus
| tify that title. Her father raised ‘‘Cain’
| when he was angry, and she looked for
further ‘““Cain’’ raising on the part of
'her husband as his constitutional right.
| But somehow or other the wife who
|has had training in a profession or
‘husiness expects reasonableness and
! courtesy on the part of her husband,
land, what is more, she gets it. ‘She
| has come to regard a display of rage
iand violence as out of place in the
ihome as it would be in a well-regulated
loffice. Well-balanced people do not go
iin for this sort of fireworks; there is
ja prejudice in favor of being ‘‘safe .
land sane” and that particular preju
dice carries the day.
The war was largely nstrumental
in doing away with the “waiting game.”
For patriotic reasons all sorts and con
ditions of women took jobs, and having
taken them they found out how inter
esting and absorbing work really is,
and they have been loath to give it
up, even though the cry for every
available pair of hands is no longer so
insistent.
| I want to beg the girl for whom
'the term “old maid” still has terrors
'to take thought. Fit yourself for some
occupation or profession that will be
lan outlet for your own energy and, at
| the same time, a service to the com-
Imunity.
Your chance of meeting the right
man will be tremendously increased,
coming in contact with more desirable
men in the business world than in
what we call “society,”” and if for
any reason you should not happen to
meet “the right one” your days will be
less drab and your evenings less soli
tary if you are vitally interested in
something than if you sit—and wait.
many years. A bedpan is another
comfort of the sickroom.
Mustard, boric acid, pérhaps some
kind of physic might well occupy
space in the medicine cabinet. Then
there is the matter of soft cloths.
No cotton or linen material should
ever be thrown away, no matter how
old. Wash and iron the cloths and
cut into squares. The darker colors
may be used in place of handker
chiefs in the sickroom and then
burned. Clean, white cloths, careful
ly rolled, wrapped in clean, white
‘paper and stored in a box, will find
’an abundance of uses in the sickroom.
Clean squares of flannel and gauze
‘will likewise prove a blessing when
the emergency arises.
‘ Have you ever thought of collecting
a few dishes to be sort of sacred to
the sickroom. For you know it is
not wise, even in cases of mild ill
ness, to allow the rest of the family
‘ro eat from dishes that have been in
'the sickroom and have not been
‘properly sterilized.
~ One of the prettiest sickroom tray
equipments I ever saw was, for the
‘most part, purchased in a 10-cent
store. The tray itself was rectangu
lar in shape. It was of lacquered
papier-mache. It was covered by a
'plain imitation linen doilie that fit it
'nicely. The plates were of white
china. The dinner plate was about
‘the size well folks expect on a tea
;table. There was a small cup and
saucer. The cup was rather bowl
‘shape and held about one-half as
much as a te& cup.
~ Then there was a dainty fruit sau
cer, a small soup bowl and a wee
bread and butter plate. Of course,
there was a doll-size cream pitcher
and a sugar bowl to match. Thers
was a plated soupspoon, two tea
spoons, a medium-sized fork and
knife. Even the table napkin was
sacred to the sickroom. The finishing
touch was a tiny flower vase of glass,
which always held the tiny bud that
checred.
Look over your home. Are yod
prepared in case of an emergency?
Alice, Where Art Trou?
A group of housewives were having tea
together at a restaurant and talking over
the events of the day. The question un
der discussion was to who had done most
to win the war. Some said Haig, others
Beatty, others Foch.
At last one woman chipped in.
“I don’t know who's done most to win
the war,” she said; “but I know who's
been most talked about.”
“Who’s that?'” came a chorus.
“Why, this ’ere Alice Lorraine that the
French and Germans came to blows over!”
Laying a Carpet.
In layving a carpet in & rom where there
is a fiueplace, the section covering the
fireplace or hearth should be cut down
its center by the shears, and then ihe
carpet sheuld he further cut teward the
sides, soo as to form two flaps, which
should be turned under.