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The Revelations of a Wile
A New Story of Married Life.
(Continued From Yesterday's Sunday
¥ American.)
WHAT DICKY TOLD MADGE THAT
' SUNDAY MORNING.
" What are you going to do, Madge?
~ Why the uniform?” Dicky looked around
' lagily up from the Sunday newspapers,
which were strewn around the ceuch
_4n the living room, where he lay
_stretched at ease. It was SBunday morn
_ing. Dicky's *lazy time” of the week,
. The Sunday morning before this I
5!«! gat near him in the big chair, also
4 ing and we had promised ourselves
at this would be our weekly cus
: m, neither of us having much tncli
for church.
But this morning, with the expecta
_stion of guests in the evening, I knew
{M there was work waiting for me, so
“as soon as Dieky was thoroughly ab
’fib‘d in his paper, 1 bad slipped into
‘my room and put on one of my kitchen
_aprons. A sense of unfamillarity came
1o me as 1 buttoned it, for I had not
~sworn it since Katie Fad taken the helm
“Sos the kitchen. 1 had hoped that Dicky
awould not notice my absence, but he
wsaw and called to me as 1 passed
Ithrough the living room on my way to
_the kitchen.
. *] must prepare those salted almonds
“for tonight, Dicky,” 1 replied.
. “Bother the salted almonds. 1 told
_ you to get those that were all ready.
-;Cln't Katie do them?
s Dicky gave a groan of pretended dis
_ may.
% “Don’t tell me, Madge, that you're
Sone of the women who start to clean
g house every time they expect
gl:mu." he began. “I used to vow that
"never, never would I marry one of that
_ stripe. It takes all the comfort of hav
“ying anybody come to the house to have
»:!vorythlng so stiff™
"% I wanted to remind Dicky of his dia
anbe of a few days before, when he
'i?d hurt me immeasurably by his erit
“f¢ism of the disordered living room.
BBut I had learned that inconsistency of
_=gpeech was one of Dicky's chief char
"‘cleruucu. The opinion he expressed
‘;bne day bz was likely to contradict the
snext, 50 1 skirted the topic carefully.
® “We're not going to clean house,
icky-—nothing that will disturb you a
*g)lt. But I must prepare the almonds
~wmyself. IL is a tedious job, and I want
*%ne time after dinner free for the sand
" iches and the table. You'll run out
_#his morning and get me a few flowers,
“won't you?" |
¢ "“Sure,” agreed Dicky, ‘“but there's
“fio hurry, is there?™
. ‘None at all,” I assured him.
¢ “All right then. T'll go after a while.”
,:s-le resumed his reading and 1 went to
':;';lho kitehen. £
"Please get me ‘the nut-eracker and
'ihe almonds you brought home last
Tnight,” 1 told Katie. “I will crack, them
_here on th¢ end of the kitchen table.
‘&e sure that you have plenty of boil- |
“ing water in the tea kettle by the time
X finish them.” 1
= “All right, Missis Graham, I sex.”
“Katie was hustling around the kitchen
j&tlnk the breakfast dishes out of the
‘way with more than even her usual
. rapidity of movement. | sat down at
» the table and began cracking the nuts.
It was a slow job, and 1 had finished
~only about a fourth of them when
. Dicky appeared at the door.
“I've come to help,” he announced,
_but 1 saw Katie's look of dismay at the
&&l::ry kitchen, where she must get din.
“Go back to your reading,” 1 com
manded gayly, ‘1 don't need vou. fße
gides there isn't room for three of us
here. Katie hasn't rogm 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 | was working and
carried them into the living room, 1
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!” 1 gasped. “Why on earth
did you bring all this stuff in here?
Katie cleaned this room thoroughly ves
terday, and with the exception of a lit
tle utnifll‘nemnx and polishing of some
of the rniture 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.”
“You don’'t suppose I meant to drop
the blasted stuff, did you?’ demanded
Dicky, and his voice held a hint of an
ger that I promptly heeded. At all
costs I wanted to aveid any unpleasant
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ness, before the coming of our guests.
The evening promised to be enough of
a trial to me without having my nerves
digturbed by any disagreement before
hand,
“Of ecourse not, Dicky,” 1 soothed,
“and ag 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 crackerand I'll pro
duce the table,” said Dicky, grandly,
and in a fepr minutes we werg anu-d
opposite 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 & school teacher,
life with Dieky was like revelving with
a kaleidoscope, every day seemed to
brln’ something unexpecled to me.
“You're not half listening to what 1
am saying,” Dieky said, accusingly,
“and I want you particularly to hear
this. You'll have to hear it some time,
.}‘l" you might as well before you meet
o
“Meet whom?'' 1 was curious at once.
“Bess Marsden.” Dicky stopped Rnd
flushed a bit. He appeared at a loss
for words, Dicky, of all people!
“Well?' 1 tried to make my voice en
couraging.
“l never realized until recently,”
Dicky went on, in an embarrassed fash
jon, how differently you 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 I
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 ecritics
sit "fi and take notice, She is a leader
in the feminist movement, too, and
some of her magazine articles upon the
new place of women in the world, or
whatever the rot is that the feminists
spout, are considered classics in their
Good Night Stories
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| BETTY'S PEEP INTO INDIA.
| ETTY crawled into bed, but dear
}g me, she just couldn't go to sleep
” “l wish we never had to go to
bed."’
She sat up and hugged her knees
gazing into the moonbeam that stream
ed through the window on to her white
coverlet Then a strange thing hap
pened that made Betly open her eyes
with wonder
Right down this silver moonbeam
there floated a lovely dreamboat, and
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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 sleep in bheds?
he laughed “Jump in and I'll take vou
with me and if you think you'd like
to stay you can.”™
In a Fool’s Paradise
By Loretto C. Lynch. |
E were the kind of people
W who never thought about
sickpess,” sighed Mrs
Bennett. But since the epidemic my
household is run lots different.”
And I 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 stricken 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 évery remedy one
could imagine for the ailments to
which horseflesh is heir. And yet,
when one z?\the twelve humans that
occupied that home became seriously
gl during the night, the crudest
ethods were resorted to because of
the utter lack of the simplest nurs
ing equipment. And a ecanvass 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, I 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 can
often treat these at home.
No home should be without a p)h\'-
sician’s thermometer. With its aNd
the mother can easily determine the
presence of fever. Then there should
be a good disinfectant on hand at all
line. But—" [ interrupted him breath
lesnly.
““You don't mean Elizabeth Faulkner
Marsden?"’
“I'he same,” said Dicky, dramatical
ty. “You don't know her?”
““No, but I have read many things she
has written. She s terribly extreme,
and 1 can not agree with all she says,
but her style is wonderful, and many
of her arguments are sound. 1 shall
be so flud to meet her.'
“Will you? 1 wonder,” muttered
Dicky. Then he spoke rapidly, boldly.
“Bess not only has terribly extreme
views, but she puts them into practice.
She believes 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?’ I felt breathless, as if I
were running.
“Well, among peogle who do not know
her she observes the conventions., But
among us it is generally understood
that she and Paul Atwood are some
lhllw dearer than friends.”
“Why don't they marry?” 1 felt as if
1 knew, yet dreaded the answer.
“Because, unfortunately, Paul has a
wife who will neither make life bear
able at home nor give him a divorce that
he may find happiness elsewhere. The
Atwoods have a child, too, which com
plicates matters.”
“OhY' 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 you, so that If you heard
of it elsewhere you would not think
I had purposely kept you in ignorance.
Just forget that you know anything
about it, that's the attifude the rest of
us take.”
1 felt a%fled. I wanted to be alone.
I got up biindly.
“pPleage pardon me a few minutes,” I
gaid. 1 wi)l be right back.”
(Continued Tomorrow.)
Betty, who was always happy of the
chance to take a trip with Gocomeback,
hopped into the dreamboat. ©Out the
window they sailed and away to a
strange land that Gocomeback sald
was India. i
“Most of the inhabitants of India live
in small villages llke this,” said Go
comeback, pointing to a tract of land
of about 500 acres, on which was a
cluster of 50 or 60 small houscs sur
‘ruunded by mango, cocoanut and other
inullve trees. These houses were built
with mud walls, and the roofs were all
made of a few bamboo poles covered
with thatch,
. “What funpy little houses!” laughed
Betty, as (;\‘&' sailed to the ground in
front of one of them,
“Theyv'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 heéls.
“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 aroun
for a chair. Dear me, there wasn't one
in the place!
1 HhQ%!d sug 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 of the
room.
“Oh, no, they never use a table,” re
plied Gocomeback. “They eat their food
from 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 eyes
she was tucked once more in her own
little bed, and Gocomeback sailed out
the window in his drcusboat. Betty
laughed, closed her eyes, and, was soon
fast asleep.
times. Any druggist will recommend
an efficient disinfectant at moderate
cost. Kspecially 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
many years. A bedpan is another
comfort of the sickroom.
Mustard, boric acid, perhaps 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 shoulad
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
to 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 dinen 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 tea cup.
Then there was a dainty fruit san
cer, a small soup bowl and a wee
bread and butter plate. Of course,
there was a doll-size eream phicher
ar:& a sugar bowl to match. There
w a plated soupspoon, two tea
spoons, a medium-sized fork and
knife. KEven 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
cheered.
Look over your hgme. Are you
prepared in case of an emergency?
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That Tired Feeling
A MEDICAL AUTHORITY EXPLAINS IT
'\ By Brice Belden, M. D.
HERE are four general causes of
“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
T mostly make our days: we'll
find them much as we decide,
for gloom or sunny rays. So largely
as we greet dawn's glow the day
will hring out part of griefs to lay the
spirit low or joys to cheer the heart.
There isn't any cause to rail at cold
and che€rless rain: because, if we'd
but hit the trail, we'd find the sun
again. 1 do not mean the orb that
goes a-sailing through far space, but
just the sun of joy that glows in
every man’'s face. For often while the
stormeclouds gloom I've thrilled with
joy to know love's frailest blossoms
bravely bloom through winter's ice
LITTLE BOBBIE’S PA |
By William F. Kirk.
IE FKlite 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
Pa, & we cuddent help reemarking how
many of our old friends has Checked out,
sed Pa.
That surely was a moast cheerful con
versashun, sed Ma. ‘ow deepressing, Ma
sed.
It was all rite, sed Pa, it was all rite,
1t 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 thotful,
#ed Pa, you think I must be sick. That
isent vary. flatering to the old Gent, sed
Pa, is it, Bobbie?
1 doant know, I sed. What is the
Flite of Time, I sed to Pa.
The Flite of Time, Bobble, sed Pa, is
the passing away, forever, of all them
cute littel seconds, them merry minnits,
& them hurrying Hours, sed Pa. Even
as T stand here, sed Pal talking to you in
‘my Calm & Colleckted Manner, sed Pa,
Time is Flitteing.
| Why worry about it, sed Ma, wen you
which eordinarily 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
victims of intestinal intoxication,
‘With regard to the third cause, neu
rasthenia 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 your work it tireg
you 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
anrimal, 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 depress us.
and snow. The folks who on life's
field have won unscathed by battle’s
scares are those who filled their days
with gun 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. It seems they have
some secret eway to keep their lives
in tune with fragrant essence of
May, with noteg’ 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
;d" Git Together. Why worry now? sed
a,
I wont worry no moar if it gits you ex
cited, sed Pa. After all, sed Pa, I do not
seer the Final call. I am like my Unkel
Hank, sed Pa. He was a fireman 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 wvure unkel quite good,
to taik such libertys with his tomb-stoan,
sed Ma. But nobody shud fear Deth, sed
l\lfn. if they have lived a kind & good
ire,
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 Grith
Reeper cums along 1 will trot aleng with
him;, sed Pa, & nobody will heer me
squeeling, Pa fed, 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 all this here Calvary
& Greenwood & Rest in Peece chatter,
sed Ma, until the propper tihme cums. It
is all rite to speek of the Flite of Time,
sed Ma, beekaus 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-tamer, & then I a beegan to
Whissel.
Trying Newg
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By Eleanor Gilbert.
66 OW can you select from
H 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 kinds
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 emplovers 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/ofit
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 you to prove it on
the spot if you make any such claims.
Everybody gets somewhat nervous at
a demonstration of skill. Even sea
soned actors, sure of their popularity,
have genuine stage-fright before the
production 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-fright.” In fact, nervousness
is ofttimes the indication of excessive
earnestness about getting the job.
She wants it so much that her fear of
failing paralyzes her energy and
weakens her confidence.
On the other hand, girls who feel
only a casual interest, and are really
indifferent 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
employee desirable, and character
isn't disclosed by a “test” on appli
cation. !
The Waiting Game
DON'T TARRY FOR THE PRINBE CHARMING
By Beatrice Fairfax.
66 HEY also serve who only stand
T and wait,” wrote Milton in his
famous sonnet on his blind
ness, which, in the opinion of many
eritics, is the finest sonnet in our
language.
That is has been quoted oftener,
paraphrased and parodied more than
any other English sonnet, goes with
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:
«Thousands at their beckoning flee,
And post o'er land and ocean without
rest;
They mostly ‘get the mitt’ who sit
around and wait.”
There may be “waitresses” today,
but their number has decreased sur
prisingly in the last generation or so.
Fifty 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 life of Florence Nightingale
to realize how completely young wom
en were held in the toils of the motion
that an early marriage to 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 young 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 could 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.
When Jane Austin began to write
her delightful novels she felt obliged,
as a concession to public opinion, to
keep 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
lwith her great-grandmother.
No girl who has a job in which she
is interested and who had learned tihe
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- and Schooi |
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By Dr. Mm. A. McKeever,
One of the Nation’s Best-Known Socio
logical Writers.
AN you keep your child in school
‘ and yet have him not grow ser
vile to it?
Can you help him master his lessons
with the idea of his discarding 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 book assignments?
Can you keep alive vour child’'s power
of initiative so that each lesson learned
will be a point of departure instead of
a stopping place?
Can you assist him during his sghool
ing to make use of his lower imgulses
and desires, so as finally to turn them
into ethical refinements—for example,
the instinct to fight, to cheai, to get
something for nothing, to seek sensual
pleasure as an end?
Can you prevent your boy or girl
from falling into the error of leaning
upon the school—of depending upon it
to educate him rather than expecting
to work out his own educaticn: of be
coming 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 ready to serve it simply be
cause he is a graduate?
Can you keep your boy in school to
the end of the coliege course and yes
help him to preserve his democracy,
help him to understand that there is
distinctive merit among many of the
great 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 yet 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
endeavor; by the method of cheerful
and unflagging attack of lessons and
tasks which ye hard; through the
strength of an abiding faith that man
kind is struggling all the while toward
a higher destiny here on the earth?
Can you so admonish and guide your
child 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 %ood will toward every race
and rank of mankind?
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 wwhile their wives
gossiped—it was all as it used to be. Sud
denly he missed something.
“Where's Barne® windmili?” he asked
in surprise. “l 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, “They pulled one down. There weren’t
enough wind for two on ‘em.”
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joys of doing useful, prgetical work
and being financially independent, and
who has begun to get an idea of wom
an's real place in the modern world
need even marry for any reason but be
cause she is in love,
A girl who is proud of being a wom
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 termy *“old maid” from the time
‘that 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
‘tically uneducated and zvholly 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?
i 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 mo 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, according to his wife, than im
the old days when the entire house
‘hold rotated around the gout of the
‘head of the family, or if not his gout,
‘then his pet grouch, or something else
at 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 hushand as his constitutional right.
But somehow or other the wife who
has had training in a profession or
business expects reasonableness and
courtesy on the part of her husband,
and, what is more, she gets it. She
has come to regard a display of rage
and violence as out of place in the
home as it would be in a well-regulated
office. Well-balanced people do not go
in for this sort of fireworks; there s
a prejudice in favor of being ‘safe
and sane” and that particular preju
dice carries the day.
The war was largely instrumental
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 te 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
an outlet for your own energy and, at
the same time, a service to the com
munity.
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 te
meet ‘“‘the right one” your days will be
less drab and your evenings less soli
}tary if you are vitally interested in
I:somethmg than if you sit—and wait.
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