Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, September 2, 1923, Page 3

Pn: po eRe ea TORRY Che Casper Sunday Cribune By W. B. HILL Copyright, 1023. by The ©rleago Tribune. Mrs. Waldo Emerson Fulsome, with a long string of Puritan ancestors to “back her up if need be, is having a terrible time. The mother, if you please, of a radical daughter, who talks and talks with the younger intellectual element, about D. H. Laurence, “Ulysses; " and whether or not the state should enforce a law compelling all unmarried young ladies to contribute one child to the scheme of thin, Now what do you think of that? ii me think! Just look at poor Mrs in summer afternoon, under that horrible, modern art still life that Caroline would Brigg bare from the Independent hibition. The Purjtan ancestorg have fallen gown flat in Mrs. Fulsome's darkest jour. Indian summer In sequestered com- munities is just as fraught with activity for the born social leader as it is in the big city, where only too often nobody cares. Take Mrs. Carl Hammit for example—chair- man of the ladies’ aid. member of the Methodist choir, secretary and treasurer of the reading club prime mover in the coming fri yes erent in the church parlora < bere a full program for any sociab light (LEFT) Some women get stylisher and stylish- er as they cross the border of middle age. making of Indian summer a blinding autumn sunset. Forthelady who was a great belle in her early days, and can't seem to get over it, Indian sum- The Indian summer @lobe-trotter After poor dear Herbie's lemise, cousin Lilla lecided to be a very gay globe-trotting ‘widow. and oh my the things she's see- fr ! And would you lieve it not all the galleries of Europe fan compare with the art treasures in the G. A. R. exhibit back jome in Burden isconsin. @) Pe but happy, 1 jow the catty friends pf Mrs. Jas. T. Gloss ould describe that wely lady. At fifty, we find Mrs. Gloss very fond of caramel kee cream, murder trials, beauty hints. and any permanent waves. A very placid Indian summer, Indian summer is a grand and glorious time for the lady who is oh so interested in move- ments—little theatre movements, civic move- ments, art movements and welfare movements, Mrs. Harve Smythe-Smith, ex ponent of all that is grandest in our very first families, gets grander and grander as time goes on. Her pet themes have to do with kings and queens and the Social Register. She's on her way now to lunch with a very dear friend and they are going to discuss’ whether or no poor dear Princess Letitia of the principality ef Boo Boo did wrong by leavin; the bed and board of her r spouse, Prince Rigadom of Garcia, Indian summer for a great many estimable ladies—and by Indian summer any age be- tween filty and ninety is meant, becomes a period of great mental unrest Its a struggle for any lady with a background of household duties to focus on any subject for long. é Sooner or later a faraway look creeps into ey" her eye and you know that even though her ? lips say “Yes indeed!” or “How nice that must be!” she’s wondering if Hilda remem- | bered to order the chops, or if the furnace man did what he was told to do about the ashe or if tonight is the night Roger is to ee Mr Bentley to dinner.