Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 23, 1915, Page 9

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TR SRR ————~. No. 8--This Wife's Story of Trouble Concerns a Husband in Love with His Own Cleverness. : By Virginia Terhune Van de Water (Copyright, 1915, by Star Company.) My husband is an artist. He also writes ;wsays on art. He is clever In his line Miss Audrey Munson, who has pre- pared a series of articles on health and beauty for this newspaper, is the most famous model In America. Known as the Panama Girl, her calm, Madonna-like face and her figure of almost the exact proportions of the Venus de Milo, are reproduced in most of the statuary that adorns the bufld- ings of the exposition at San Fran- cisco. While an American girl, having been born and reared in the state of New York, she enjoys an un-American re- pose. In this article she tells Amer- fcan women of their greatest lack and ind 1s considered by many to be an authority on matters pertaining to his vrofession. He knows all this, and that is why we atiarrel. Not because he is clever, but because he knows he is, and ls, therefore, con- cited. His taik about himself and his work sounds fearfully blatant to me. I actus ally suffer as he boasts of his accom- nlishments. 1 feel my face grow hot and 1 can hardly ralse my eves as [ listen to some of his assertions. Again and again I have asked him not o talk so much about himself. i “Let other people discover your clev thess.” T say. justice by blowing your own trumpet.” “You are the only one who does not \ppreciate me,”’ he accuses. But 1 do appreciate atm and I love him. Therefore it hurts me to have him show his worst side to the public. T recall cne dreadful evening when e invited to meet a well known whoge name is familiar to every igtelligent reader. We werc among the aw people asked to dine with him at a riend's liouse, The novelist was modest | and sald little of his own work After u while my husband turned to Wm with £)me remark about an article that he himself had written for one of the magazines. The novelist showed politg interest and asked some perfunc- | tory question. This was enough, and my husband regaled him for at least ten minutes with his theories with regard to seulpture and painting. “The art magazines are willing to pa we almost anything in reason for m: papers on these subjects,” he eald. “You do yourseif an in- | how to remedy it. By AUDREY MUNSON. While the women of our country have many charms, regular features, well kept figures, smartness in apparel, and, most of all, a keen and alert Intelligence, there | ous lack. It is, to my mind, the greatest of all charms {n women—repose. | shuddered, for I remembered that 1 eard that this novelist got 10 cents ¢ word for his stories. 1 do mot know {fhether this is truc or not. But I knew that my husband never got more than 2 sents a word for the little papers he has sritten. Art is not popular enough fo reatises on it to bring exorbitant prices. .1 tried to change the conversation by making some remark about a loan exhi- bition I had recently attended. The fovelist followed my lead. but my hus- band was not to be checked. “I was amaged,” he remarked, “at somé of the miserable daubs in that exhibition, They were actual travesties, Were his hearers thinking, 1 wondered, 4t some of his “daubs?’ For no artist| ‘makes a masterplece every time he puts; his brush on canvas. “I thought the whole coilection very I ventured, thinking to draw the ‘fire. | But it was useless. ‘“‘Speaking of ths’ specimens there reminds me,’” my hus- | band sald, “of the bust of Dr. Blank, which I did last year. Did you see it He looked at the guest of honor. The author shook his head. | “No,” he sald, politefully regretful, AT did not.” “You have doubtless heard of it,” my| jusband asserted. Then, as the other| ‘made no reply, he went on: H | “It is really quite as good as, If not ather better than, anythmg of Rodin's. Yes, he actually sald that. I know that people will not believe a man could “b% so concelted—yet this is the truth. | And I dled a dozen deaths’of shame. Our 10stess did not smile, but I saw her quick , glance at her husband. Then she began to talk very fast about something else. This experience was too strong for my discretion, and on our way home that night 1 asked my husband if he did not think it was in rather poor taste to make such a statement as this to a whole tabletul of people, “They may not all agree with you,” I added. “Nonsense!” he exclaimed. “If not, then they don't know enough about ge: uine art to be worth consideration. My dear, you forget that If a man does not speak well of his own work, nobody else will. The world takes one at his own valuation.” “Perhaps,” 1 admitted slowly, “but it is mortifying to one who loves you." “What!"” he ejaculated. “Yes,” I sald, determined to speak the truth now that I had begun. “I kno how clever you are, but others must thin! you fearfully conceited. What would you think If another man talked of his work in the terms that you use in talking of yours?™ “If he did the same kind of work that 1 do—1 mean as good work—I would think that he was justified in saying anything laudatory that he pleased about it. T tell you—as I have told you often before— one must advertise oneself.” A few weeks later, when I had sat through another such ordeal as I have described, 1 attempted—for, I hope, the last time—to make him see things as I saw them. I tried a different prelude to my timid suggestion. “Dear,” I sald gently, “your work is so well known now that there Is no longer any need for you to advertise it by talk- ing of it as you sometimes do.” He turned on me In anger. “You have told me that often enough!" he burst forth. *“For a wMle I could not understand your attitude. Now [ have come to the conclusion that, because you are ignorant of every rule of art your self, you are jealous of me and my thor- ough knowledge of the subject. That's It—you're jealous!"” 1 dared not confess the truth—that I was not jealous, but ashamed of him! Mothers Should Know No meat should be given to a child under 4. Pieces of raw potatoes clean an in- fant's feeding bottle better than any- thing else. An insect in the ear may be floated out by putting in & few drops of warm alive oil For lack of repose they grow old piti- fully early. The spirit of American wo- uen is dynamic, not static. They are ‘ever on the go.” An English woman who came to this country several years ago to teach a valuable system of physi- cal culture, sald she was appalled by the activity of the women of the United States. “The term women of leisure is a joke In New York,” sald Miss Christian. “There is no such womnan in America. The rich women seem to work the hard- est of all. They are up early consulting their engagement books, and they fly to their dressmakers an’ the shops, and their charitable work and luncheons, mat- inees, teas, dinners, theaters and operas and suppers, and tumble into bed in the early morning exhausted. And no won- der! For they are hard at it all day for eighteen hours a day.” My views are thoroughly in accord with Miss Christian’s. The society woman, so~ called, by which we mean the woman of large means and a correspondingly large acquaintance, who has many dollars and Just as many responsibilities, works harder than the laboring class. For at least the laboring class know how to rest—when they have the chance, That is the reason we sometimes see & fresh-faced, clear-eyed laundress doing THE B up the dainty lingerie of a weary-looking woman of drawn face, who i of the same age, but looks ten' years older. If you asked the laundress the reason, she would answer simply: “I guess it's because 1 ot my rest,” and she would be correct. Repose means careful conservation of energy. We cannot have the quality of repose, which is the twin sister of good breeding without learning the art of rest The secret of the art of rest is relaxation I have invented a definition for relaxa- tion, It is aking oneself loose. where our little brothers and sisters of the four-footed world dwell, to learn re- laxation. If you were so fortunate as to spend the summe ron a farm, you must have ®een a horse arise from sleep, stretoh, shake himself as though he were shak- ing the sleep out of himself, stretch and stretch ang stretch. At your own hearth- I8 one charm of which they show a seri-lside you have seem your dog stretch him. self out for sleep and have seen muscles loosen their tension until became as soft as cotton, But the cat is the finest example of re laxation. When she is at rest she is sc completely relaxed that you can drape her body over your arm without dis- comfort. I have seen a pet Angora hang loosely about her mistreas neck as though she were one of the fashionable boas of white fox. When you rest be sure to rest. Untic those tangled-in-a-knot nerves. How? By stretching your body to make yourself as tall as possible while lylng down or half reclining, By lifting each foot, imagining that it 1s & heavy weight, sad letting it fall. By lifting your hands as though from the wrist and letting them drop as though they were heavy stones that you were casting forever into a pool. Sometimes, if you are exceptionally weary, by tossing your arms loosely in a straight line above your head By, when preparing for sleep, dispensing with all pillows, or all save a small, flat pillow. By lying on the back, which is the most restful posture for the spine. And, when tired of thig posture, by turn- ing on the right side. By letting your fancy picture yourself as uncurling all the tight little nerves in your body and stretching them out also to sleep. For restful imaginings have much to do with rest. e they We must g0 to the animal kingdom, to | MISS AUDREY MUNSON, fumows model, who han posed for many of the most beautiful figures in Statvary Hall at the San Fran- caco Fair. Thie picture siows rer in u characteristic attitude of repose. | Why Do So Many American Women Grow Old Quickly? Due to the Lack of Repose, Declares Famous Model By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. Her pay envelope is not all of a work- ing girl's salary! It just begins there— and there are splendid perquisites attached. Living on $8 a week is hard sledding. You have to get up to ten before you are decently comfortable and free from the haunting demon of “What will hap- pen If I get sick?’ and its twin, “Sup- pose some one comes along and gets my ob away?' And even when you get up to $10 a week in your pay envelope life is a series of going without lunches, so you can have a pretty new collar on your coat when Jim takes you out on Bunday ~and going without collars for your coat 80 you may eat nourishing enough lunches to get over your tiredness of ap- pearance and the hollow cheeks that won't attract a Jim for you, And you are pretty likely to get bitter about the necess'ty of your working your youth away while rich girls play reality into the word youth and other girls— ;llrlml’\)lfi path. And you feel that no |one gives you credit for sticking to your job and earning your bread and =~ The kicks of the chronic kicker are necessarily feeble. Some grass widows seem to drive men to taller grass than others. The man who tries to live on his past reputation will soon go to seed. A little knowledge judiclously applied will give oue the reputation of a sage. Good intentions will not save the man who is careless about using the money of other people. The fate of the Innocent bystander proves that it is better to keep moving In like you once—dance merrily down the this world of trouble. 1 In-Shoots ] v butter by straight, honest toll—when cake and jam might be had more easily, Well, think of this—'"'Work means the chivalry of womanhood," e Work means keeping your garden ‘weeded and the house of your soul trim and fresh and clean inslde and out. Work means choosing the hardest in- stead of the * est way." And how hard that easlest way would be in the end all the makers of sta- tistics and workers In soclal settlements and hospitals might tell you with a wealth of gruesome detall. But it means choosing what is at first the hardest way, indeed. To me the meaning of work for woman is this—the keeping alive of all the white fine things of life valor and honor and courage that make belief in human nature survive any other shattered ideals. And the glorious perquisites that go ‘with your pay envelope are these—inde- pendence, self-respect, freedom of body and soul, and the hope of growing into fitness to know all the finest, most sacred of life's secrets. . BY ALL MEANS Hear the following numbers of the new Victor Records, on sale now. The greatest list ever issued in any one month: 74442 Old Black Joe, by Alma Gluck with male chorus. 36466 Angels' Serenade and Ave Maria (equal to a Red Seal). 17822 LaPaloma (Saxaphone Sextette), 35477 Old Time Songs, by mixed choru: 88540 Blue Danube Waltz, sung by Frieda Hemple. 74428 A Great Song, by McCormick. 87216 Thine Eyes, by Mischa Elman and Frances Aldas. 744456 The Broken Melody (a beautiful violin number by Zimbalist). 45066 Two Cello Solos, by a wonderful lady artist. | 60137 Irish Eyes of Love (another River Shannon). 17802 Two atiractive Accordeon Solos, by Pietro Diero. 17806 Two of Mendelssohn's most popular compositions for orchestra, 17648 Two splendid Military Band Marches. If you don’t hear them Take the they are great. Numbers for future reference, for Schmoller & Mueller i PIANO COMPANY 1311-1313 Farnam St. Hear the Newest Records in Our Newly Remodeled Sound-Proof Demonstrating Rooms on the Main Floor. Nebras Corner 15th and Harney, Omaha. Geo. E. Mickel, Mgr. Branch at 334 BROADWAY Council Bluffs Cycle Co.|" Victrolas Sold by A. HOSPE CO., 1513-15 Deuglas Street, Om 407 West Broadway, - Brandeis Stores alking Machine Department in the Pompeian Room It brings to all its beauty. Camden, N. J. and Council Bluffs, Ia. world’s t music in There are Victors and Victrolas in great variety of styles from $10 to $300 ~at all Victor dealers. Victor Talking Machine Co. The Victrola is as supreme in its lifelike renditions as the great artists themselves. the that is Only Self Love By KLLA WHEFLER WILOOX. 1815, by Star Company.) 1 ides of love 18 oddly expressed by people, I heard a mother t she loved d, yet with “ur hours I heard her fret and neold at ter (Copyright many once upon & time her children next to her daugh- over a mere tritle, and arg with her son over | airterence in opin {ton regarding a mat- ter of no import- ance When her {won tried to change the conversation to more agrecable top- fsy she still pur |#ued the theme, de- termined that he |should agres with | her, and finally suc ceeded in _driving him from the house Then she assumed in a temper. the expression of & martyr, and complained that her chil- dron were undutiful and did not appre- |clate her. A man says he loves his wife and can- |nnl live without her. Yet he uses the { most abusive language at the slightest provoeation, complains of the necessary expense which living in the most earetul manner entails, negleots her in every way, and has more than once deait her blows in the heat of anger. If this is love it seems to me a platonic friendehip would be a restful experience for a change A wife Insists that she loves her hus- band, yet she neglects his comfort in u score of ways, He is the wage earner, and provides for a well-ordered home, yet he is oconstantly irritated by Ia! meals, negligent domestics and a lack of aystem in every department of the house. The wife weeps, blames her servants {and thinks her husband unappreclative |of her love for him. She declares she | would die for him, but she proves her. self unable to live for him, A father says his whole existence Ir bound up in his children, yet he provides no amusement for them at home, does not permit his daughter to receive the attentions of young men, and expects both sons and daughters to be satisfied in thelr 'tecns with the sedate existence he himself follows at 60. All love of this kind “is self-love. No other word in the is 80 terribly misused as the word love. Love worthy of the name cannot exist in a Feart which does not seek the higheat and test good of its object. No man uses oaths, abuse or blows toward a woman he loves. He does not torment_or torture or humiliate her. No wite leglects the husband she loves, nor does she allow the domestics to fall in their duy and spoll his comfort. No father or mother who loves a child scolde, nags, or frets at it constantly nor falls to understand its needs or to sym- pathize with it in joy or sorrow, The parents who really love thelr children try to give them a happy home. The felllg which does not expres it | self In tenderness, consideration, gener- {osity and patience is not love! It has nc ;rism to be called by such a sacred name

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