Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 26, 1925, Page 2

fro: an fy ao by sid the DOK ma vil to da; wh thi art ha edi tri na ho fac we ast grt to ali the wh the cht wh tal iti che de} A PAGE FOR THE WOMEN FOLK ls Todays Girl Becoming A Savage? HAT does the flapper token? Is she a throwback to ¢ some pri ‘A retrogression to od? or— a trall-blazing ploneer heralding atill greater freedom ‘for women? Controversy this uestion has old sland to fighting t Factions © sprung up sup: porting elther side in the debate which waxes pf arresting pub n to the polnt ‘ancy, s Lady Balfour, chief of the “condemnationist who oratori have spitted the flapper for a roast over t coals of de- nuncilation: “What do we see today? We 1 Her face is a mass of powder. Her lips are gashed out of human re blance. And @ reek of her in pass- ing makes one long for a breath off the heather.” AMERICANS ANSWER This skirmish attack led by the British noblewoman gives promise of spreading along an international battle front. From American flapper strong: holds comes indignant rebuttal to the acrimonious charge. “Lady Balfour had best know the flapper before she condemns her," says Lillian Collier, a flapper of typical Chicago type and former proprietress of the “Windy City’s" Wind-Blgw-Inn, an artists’ rendez Yous and gay Bohemian center, In this wise Lillian reflects the attitude of an all-American flapper od. Admirers of the modern girl con- tend she has given the exponents of self-expression, fearlessness and independence a tremendous boost. Maligners say the samo things Lady Balfour has sald and add some thoughts of thelr own, among which {8 included the following excerpt from the address of a well- known educator: 6 flapper, or modern girl of , epitomizes the last degree of license. She is an agency drunk with liberty and run amuck from li- cense, MENACE TO WORLD “Something should be done to curb her. The ruin of a nation rests in the palm of her flippant he future of the world swings on the pivot of her half-bare legs.” Science dabbling In the fight is wondering whether the present- day flapper is here to stay. Ar investigations a Lillian Collier- wiio defends the Modern the Italian, made by been taken as conclusive proof that Helen of Troy was as have typica flapper as ts the mod- ern young woman whose reyolu- tionary attitude toward the con- ventions of a few yeats ago is causing such learned and world- wide comment. Here is one paragraph lifted by sor Ga- the tran y from Profe: briotto’s report on the subject: “Progressing further into the »yrinths than 6Schile- mann was able to go in 1900, we Knossos found additional examples of terra cotta frescoes and vases of the same geometric designs as those found in the palace of Phaestos, but, undoubtedly, of a later period. “DISD ‘TEGRATION” “Particularly in the frescoes does the art seem to be something of a disintegration of that which flour {shed at the time of though its topics undoubtedly link the two periods, “Mainly, the s aro the Wo- men of the time. They are women in whose dress, posture and addlc. tion to cosmetics there is a s Phaestos, ign of a forwardnes Sand emancipation an impert nce the con- from Ld a ventions of an earlier age which indicates clearly that the example of Helen of the Trojan wars here found its inspiration—an inspira- tion that well might have taken centuries’ to mature, and which, havings reached its zenith, was bound to disappear or at least to g0 out of fashion.” Pointing to this reference, mod- ern flappers proclaim themselves a velncarnation of their first sisters who disappeared under the absorb- ing wave of early conventions. But they announce with brave faces that they ere here to stay. The first flappers of Greece were No---She’s Pioneer of ‘New Freedom, Says Ns Confessed Flapper Y but experimenters at freedom, they say. The modern flapper has earned a heritage of wholesome lessons from her ancestral sisters in the way to successfully carry on the combined attack to real liberty for women. “Evolution tends ever upward,” is the flappers’ argument. “WAYS TOO FRANK” “How, then, could there be @ throwback to something less than existed in the time of beautiful Helen? “Our open and honest wa: | MANNEQUINS SHOW FRENCH GOWNS The mannequins and gowns of + one of the most attractive foatu at the Grand Central Palace, and white fulgurante, the cape tr New any of the lending couturleres of France made up res of the French Exposition whien opened. recently in gay colors York. Left to right: A gown and cape of black pliqued on net mmed with clipped marabou; a three-piece gown of broidery; a thr printed crepe de chine in two shades of tan, 1 summer gown made of biscuit tho bi pi © gown with a coat of black fu (Copyright, 1924, by NEA elt trimmed with wooden beads organdie with organdie flowers ap- “ creation of three pleces in black and white jersey crepe with em- Igurante, a gown of satin: creps, Service, Inc, No. 12) —S too frank for the mild-Victorlan critics. “They want the chicanery; sub- terfuge .and the sly attempts at coquetry to convince them of true femininity. "Women too long have had to play the role of the underdog,” says Lillian. “That's why they have been tread upon since the days of the ,cave man. : “Relegated to menial work, it was with fear and trembling that they came to their lords and mas- ters. “Now woman has broken the traditional bond. She has emerged from restraint that made the old- time demure miss, who was a de- mure miss simply because she dared not be otherwise, “The woman of yesterday was a deceit box of suppressed desires. COQUETRY BUT HOAX “Timidity was her watchword, coquetry another name for hoaxing folks. “The flapper of today typifies understapding. “She is the product of a new age turning toward the light. “The flapper yearns for good. “What then if she does use a bit of powder jn the open, smoke a cigaret in the open, and wear the perfume so highly \displeasing to Lady Balfour in the open? “Isn't that better than doing all these things In the privacy of her boudoir? “You can bet it is. And regard- less of what Lady Balfour says, the flapper will survive. “She is in process of still fur- ther evolution. “And since evolution tends ever upward, turn the ght on your fears and don’t worry.” CANNED JUICES TASTY ELICIOUS drinks» for hot D summer days may be made from canned frult juices. From half a cup to a cup of Juice is nearly always left when a can of fruit ls opened. Save these bits and when enough for a pint can has accumulated put juice on to cook. Bring to boiling point and seal, Using {ce tea asa basis all sorts of combinations can, be mixed. The season for honie-grown ber- ries and asparagus is compara- tively short, so while the season is In one can't use them too often, 5S (ady Balfour-who == SS sees barbarism in == = ‘officers. today's girl. Everyone BY EUGENIA WALLACE Leader in Professional Women's : Clubs: Movement [HE woman’ who had been an "[Soaeee arid a mother con- fessor to thousands of girls finally raised her voice on high. “Lack of opportunity!” she ex- claimed. “I hear it year after year, even when opportunity is fairly crying out to be grasped.” “But not in our place—any one can see that,” the chorus cries. Are you sure—quite sure? Op- portunity often comes unexpected- ly, like @ flash, and Is gone. An instance of this occurred when a corporation decided to use women as secretaries to its senior They had a hundred trained stenographers but only one day in which to fill the posts of honor, It was a day of excitement and burning hope, then—bitter disap pointment, for only 12 were chosen. Why? Oh, broken time, the wrong clothes, temperament—the tale is # long one and can't be told here. Sometimes the doors of opportu- nity must be wedged open, as when an international banking house opened training classes—for its men, Five girls were keen to study investments. The educational djrector pleaded for them in vain. Finally they secured coples of the lectures and studied assiduous- ly. They even had the courage to take the examinations, and would you believe it—of the 12 who made the honor roll, five were women, and all near the top of the list! ‘These girls battered at the doors of opportunity, you see; and won, for after that all classes In the bank were thrown open to them—and their sisters. Don't complain—compe (Next—How many can qi your place?) If asparagus must he bought In the market {t does not pay to can it for winter use. Vegetables for canning should be gathered and taken care of before they wilt. Oranged Strawberries One quart befries, powdered sugar. Wash and drain berries, Put a layer of berries in a deep dish, sprinkle with powdered sugar and repeat until all the berries are used. Pour over the orange juice, Let stand an hour. Then sprinkle with shaved {ce and let chill 10 minutes, 3 oranges, Married \Freedom Failure BY CYNTHIA GREY HAT very next morning fol- lowing the divorce when they found him alone fn the library room he was quite dead. According to the coroner it weq. a case of heart failure. But that official never knew the whole of it. The body wes slumped in a chair, One hand clutched @ crumpled letter, It was this letter;which illumin. ated the tragedy. It was addressed to the woman who had been his wife up to the day before. The pronounced shading eyi- enced the emotional stress under which it had been written, eee 66 EAREST May,” it began. “No doubt you will be surprised at this from me after what has just happened. “But I feel the end drawing near. Positively this time. A pre- sentiment tells me that, This eve- ning I have had two sinking spells. My old trouble came back to haunt me. Perhaps it is just retribution, You know about it, though, “Let this, then, serve as a last goodbye if the foreboding proves true, Let it say for me that I loved you @t the end when the light came. “All yesterday in court while the lawyers were haranguing I had time to think It over, “In losing you and the baby T realize that I have lost everything worth while, “But we paved the way for this very disaster—you and I. Maybe I was more to blame because I was the stronger and should have shown the way. “Our marriage, dear girl. You remember what ft was? Remember how we planned to make it differ- ent? “You were to have your free- dom. I was to have mine. Matri- mony to us was to be only a word. Just @ symbol. “But our plans for happiness by this new departure method did not mature, « “Yes, I have been faithless, Some memories of what has been are particularly painful. “We have experimented with = fragile thing. Matrimony {is n laboratory for the giddy. “Too late now, I have found that out. “My heart aches beyond telling. Black despair grips me when I think of what might have been. “That little place out in the coun- try. It is but the dream of a fool- ish mind. It can never be! Not now! The end has come for us. It 1s settling upon me forever. “But the fault for everything I shoulder myself. “Remember how we both laughed at that first affair of yours with that chap from Fordman's? “It was in the bargain, you said. And I agreed with you. “Remember what came of my affair with Marle? It was innocent enough. But somehow you thought the bargain didn’t take it in. “Liberty we planned in e grand new twentieth century style. But our liberty turned to lcense. Even the baby failed to restrain us in our mutual selfish indulgences. “It drew us apart, May. Can't you see it now? “Behold, now, the modern ruins of a modern marriage. “Surely we must have been wrong. The old sort of matrimony is ber’ end ferene, That apte of Dad and Mrih~. tare on the mantle tells me thuty “Their lives were normal, iucte was no place in thee scheme of things for the constant kick we demanded from life. “But tha light grows dim, Think sometimes with charity of me. Oh, May, if only I could have seen things before it was too late . » -” SMUDGE on the paper at- tested the convulsion that had seized the writing hand. Just the half-finished letter, Bu the papers’ got hold of ft. They spread it dark across their front pages. “Broken Heart Ends Modern Marriage Tragedy,” the headlines screamed. There was another broken heart in the city that night. The wife had read, The message had caught a sympathetic chord in her being. But there was no turning back The road wan closed