Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, October 5, 1915, Page 9

The Trail Ny JANE M'LEAN. Curving along halt hid wi th underbrush And drooping trees and all the whispering rush Of fallen leaves that )fl'lclla lonesomely The trail leads on, up and away, and he Who takes it must hayve dpné with all the care Of wayward storm-tossed lite, for only bare Gaunt trees are friendly here; it is the place The gods have set apart, and that no trace Of worldliness may mar {t, all the Fall The dry brown leaves drop slowly in a pall. The trail hugs close against a forest pool, Where slippery moss slideg velvet close and cool Up to the water’s edge, and should perchance A stone slip out and make the waters dance, A partridge covey startled, whirls away Into the air, no sun-thrilled light of day Can enter here; only the dusky vale Of sleep-drenched silence; but there is the trail That winds away, perchance you wonder where; No man who takes it ever seems to care. Cowardice in Petticoats The Many Feminine Privileges of Which Women Unworthly Take Advantage. By DOROTHY DIX. ‘We hear a great deal about the privil- eges of wowmen, which the antl-suffragists mournfully inform us, will be forf ‘when women get the ballot. So far as I have been able to ascertain, these special privileges of women include noth- ing except the right to be pretty nearly everything that |Is most despicable in a human being. There are those who consider that because & woman is & woman she has the privilege of belng a llar and & cheat, a grafter and a loafer and a parasite, and still to malntain her position in de- cent soclety., There are even women who hold to this theory and who capitalize this low view of their sex. They trade on being women, and are thus immune, to a certain dégree, from the punishment that & man would receive i he acted as they do. They do not fight in'the open. They carry on a secret guerrilla warfare, hiding from attack be- hind thelr skirts. Thelrs is the cowardice' of Pelilcoats, | than which there is nothing more con- temptible In the world, because it takes advantage of what is nuplest and most generous in man. 1 Consider, 1f you please, what we call | woman's privilege of changing her mind. | Does that, In plain terms, mean anything | more or less than an utter lack of truth, and honor, and reliability? The proud- | est boast of a man is that his word is as good as his bond, and among gentlemen, | a gentleman's agreement Is hcld far more morally binding than any signed contract. But_how many women do yuu' know whose word s worth a bent pin? A woman will give you her solemnprom- ise to do thus and so, and the next min- ute she will utterly repudiate it. If you make a contract with a woman, you want it iron bound and copper rivetted, and then, like as not, if something better of- fers, she will regard it merely as a scrap , of paper, and consider you a cruel brute | if you expect her to live up to her agree- ment. “Oh, I've got a right to change my mind. That's & woman's privilege,” the woman will plead, But she knows better. She knows she is doing a dishonorable thing. She's tak- ing advantage of her sex to be a welcher. It is this same cowardice in petticoats that keeps women from playing the game of life squarely. * Stand In line to buy tickets at any theater window, or at a railroad wicket when' there is a rush, and there wil in- var'ably be two or three women, gener- ally finely dressed, important looking women, who will walk deliberately to the head of the line and push their way in | and get waited upon before anybody else. Even Cross, Sick Children Love Syrup of Figs Look at fifir If feverish, bilious, constipated, take no chances, «“Qalifornia Syrup of Figs” can't harm tender stom- ach, liver, bowels. Don't scold your fretful, peevish child. “See If tongue is coated; this Is & sure sign its little stomach, liver 4nd bowels are clogged with sour waste. When listless, pale, feverish, full of cold, breath bad, throat sore, doesn't eat, sleep or act naturally, has stomachache, indigestion, dlarrhoea, give a teaspoonful of “California Syrup of Figs' and in a few hours all the foul waste, the sour bile and fermenting food passes out of the bowels and you have a well and play- tul child again. Children love this harm- less “fiult laxative,” and mothers can vest easy after giving It, because it never in self extenuation. | They are perfectly well aware that they are trespaseing on the rights of other people and taking an unfair advant. 3 |age of everyone else, but they are also THE BEE: ( INAHA, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1915. | aware that they can get away with It by virtue of their sex and their good clothes, and they do it After women have gonme out into the world and wrestled with it for their own living, they learn to‘be human beings as well as women, and then they beg'n to show some consideration for other people. But for colossal, adamantine selfishness, and piggishness, the average well-to-do society woman s Exhibit A! It's the cowardice of petticoats that makes s0 many women take advantage of their sex to cheat thelr employers. In his soul, every man who has the lest spark of chivalry In his nature is sorry for the women who have to earn their own Iliving. He doesn't want to be hard on his women employes, and they take advantage of this to be a little late fa coming to work of a morning, to lay off for trivial allments, and %o give him just as poor work as he will put up with. Not long ago a young girl who was dismissed from an office because of her incompetency made this naive comment on the situation “Why didn't Mr. Blank tell me I would have to do my work better? I can do as ®ood work as anybody when I try, but I thought he'd stand for the way I was doing."” LA Plehty of women take this same view of the situation. But the worst illustration of the cowardice of petticoats is exhibited In the family circle, where the wife, knowing that her husband cannot beat her, no matter how much he would like to, or how much she deserves it, uses the ! knowledge that his hands are tied to tyrannize over him and make a slave of Bim. We all know women who keep their husbands poor and .worked to death by their exgravagance with which their hus- band is unable to cope because every time he suggests economy the wife goes into hysterics, and to stop her flood of tears and reproaches he lets her buy whatever she wants. We know other women who keep thelr husbands terrorized by their tempers, be- cause no man can say to a woman the things she feels privileged to say to him. We know other men who never have a decent meal at home, because thelr wives are lazy, but while the world con- dones a woman who gets a divorce from the husband who doesn't support her, bad housckeeping doesn't justify a man in the eyes of the law for leaving his wife, although it should. All these women are shining examples of the cowardice of petticoats. They play up the privilege of being a woman, and if, indeed, suffrage takes this privilege away from them and forces upon them & sense of responsibility it will justify votes for women, ewen If it brings no other reform, . Bitting across the lunchtabl phy. “Do you know-—did you ev States looks to him? blue expanse—out of the states knows his towns, and how many baby owls there there!' That's his geography. he remembers that he knows a [ Know a Girl There! the glorious black and white facts in the history of his country to the limbo of the big wisdoms! his hand, and says, ‘Oh, are you from Um-hum? % e from me a college boy asked me 1 I had thought of how versed the chap of, 19 or 20 was in geogra- er think how the map of the United Why, over its yellow and red and green and lifts girls' faces., And by that he | “All his little-boy geography has gone the way of the great wise things he knew once upon a time—where the pee-wee built its nest, were in the ‘hush-wings' tree, and all Now; he me#ts a chap and shakes O, I know a girl “He knows no more what is the capital of the big yellow west- ern state where the eactus lifts toward the burning blue sky. Until girl there. He never remembered that big fine town with the clan sun-washed strcets, or the dirty one By VIRGINIA TERHUNUE VAN DE WATER. My wife and I quarrelled over her lack of system and of business-like habits, Being & man, and a business man, 1 must be exact and prompt. My wife has never learned that the world will not wait her convenience, nor that flgures and ‘facts cannot be moulded to suit her whims, I Mve her dearly. She is a lovely and lovable creature—dainty, pretty, affec- tionate, Yet she cannot understand how much her faulls annoy me. She was not on time on the day of our marriage. 1 reached the church with my best man five minutes before the hour set for the ceremony. Twenty min- utes later my bride and her attendants arrived. “What detained you?' riedly, “Oh, nothing in particular,” she mur- mured. “There was no need of being exactly on time. A prompt wedding is unlucky,” she added with her sweet smile. Of course, 1 smiled back. Later the 1 asked hur- falls to make their little “insides” clean and sweet, Keep it handy, Mother! today saves a sick child tomorrow, but get the genuine. Figs,” which has directions for babjes, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly on the bottle. Ask your druggist for |she said. » B-cent bottle of “California Syrup of |a disposition. maid of honor told me that she and the other girls had had “fits of norvousness' A little given |over Margarct's tardiness. “But Madge wasn't disturbed, not a bit,” “It 48 wonderful to have such She won't worry over lit- tle things." Perhaps such a disposition is wonder- Remember there |ful for its possessor, but it #s maddening are counterfeits sold here, so surely look (for a husband. Even on our wedding trip and see that yours is made by the “Cali- |1 lost my temper with my wife as she fornia ¥ig Syrup Company.” Hand back |loitered over her dreasing for some din- with contempt any other fig syrup.—Ad- |ner to which we bad been lnvited, ‘Vertisement. “You make too much of trifies,” she would chide when I glanced at my watch and told her to hurry a little, “But,” I would sometimes remand her, “our hostess' dinner hour is 7:80. It now 7:25, and we have at least 15 min- utes' drive ahead of us, ut dinner dcesn’t start on schedule time like a train,” she would say jest ingly. ‘“'Perhaps the cook will be glad of a few minutes’ grace.’ Of course she has the same happy fa- culty of overiooking other people’'s un- punctuality, I have never seen her an- noyed because one of her guests has been late. “Everybody Is late sometime,” she will remark by way of excuse. “BEverybody should not be!" I always retort, But she only shrugs her shoul- ders good-naturedly, and lets my remark pass unheeded. As to money matters, she is simply in- corrigible. I do not mean that she is ex- travagant; she Is only Inconsequent. If I tell her that she must not pay more than a certain price for & thing, she will not pay more than that. Instead, she wil often dispense entirely witn the thing and will take the money set aside for it and purchase with it several other objects she happens to take a faney to. “How cam ! be businessilke and sys- tematic about money?’ she argued once when I reproved her. 1 have never had & bank account of my own. “You shall hyve one,” 1 promised her. Here now was the chance Lo teach her the value of money. L will put a sum in the bank to your account, and you can pay for everything by check. Would you lko that?™ ’ Why We Quarreled---The Man’s Side No, 1—The Husband with the Unmethodical Wife Tells His Story. “I would love it!"” she replied, de~ lighted. “Let's start in soon, shall we?" Three days later Iy brought home her check books, and showed her how to use them. “What a nulsance, she gbserved, “to make a memorandum on each stub of every cent spent. * Anybody with any brains ought to be able to remember just | about what she paid to certain people.” | I explained that to know “‘just about" | what one pald would mot do, and that | she must keep track of every cent she | arow. | “It is the simplest thing in the world,” {1 told her, “if you will only be exact sbout your checks and stubs.” A month later she came to me in dis- tress. W her hand was a letter from the bank, notifying her that she hed over- drawn her account. | "I can’t sae how It happened,” she com- plained. “I'm suré 1 baven't begun to use up’ all the money you put there. {And Pve put down on the stubs every {eheck I made out. 1 asked to be allowed to see her check |bock. She had entered;the amount of levery cheek drawn, but had fafled in most instances to add up the amounts of the chgeks and to deduct them from the balance brought forward. The result can well be imagined. I stra/ghtened the matter out for her, deposited in the bank a sum to make up the deficlt, and we started out afresh. She still has a bank mccount, but T am the only one who must keep it correct, |and must se regularly that her vheck | books mgree with her bank book. l “Such nonsense!” she exclaims fret- No. 1 DENVER % T L /1T 00 - VA WAy et o - Mo i O e R By NELL BRINKLEY Copyright, 1915, Intern'l News Service that he leved in spite of its grey hue; was in that state—but he knows a girl there! Each town he knows is a girl’s face, mm:k into his memory, smiling, or wistful, dusky or blonde, jolly or sober, sun-touched or hothouse. He knows a girl there!” Denver-town. A girl with amber hair, a magnet for the sun; !ips as red as the Indian-Palnt-Brush flower; the skin that keeps Its whiteness save for a tiny dust of childish freckles; the girl with the eyes 8o often colored with the changefu] hue of the great blue wall of mountains that fill the horizon west of her, the mountains that are sometimes blug and sometimes rain- and sometimes almost gold; the girl with the the lift of chin that comes with looking over opei with a mind and a heart and face alert and spritely. matches the land of lovely land mounting hills and a sky as blu Forgive me for putting the g tully when I tell watch me do this. “it bores me to distraction, and I am Ured of It I wish you would let me give up this bank mess and you just hand me out the money that | need, as 1 need it. ade for men o you, not for women like me." 1 was . wowquence the las’. time slie made this protest, and [ spoke sharply. “Since it does not bore you to spend the money 1 earn you might at least train yourself to keep track of what you spend.” 1 declared. She cried, of course, and I felt like a heartless brute. Such scenes have become frequent be- her that ahe should tween us. The worst of it s that they do no good. #nall we always quarrel, I wonder, over such sordid matters? Will my wife, who has the heart of a woman, always have the incousequence of a child?, In-Shoots Many men find it difficult to live up to the reputation scquired by making one chance hit. In the case of some persona memory seems 10 be the cheapest kind of & junk | shop. | An aftinity with the letter-wilting habit is more dangerous than & ean of nitro-glycerine, —sgometimes lilac ing to her steps and country; ‘the girl The girl who the land of frall coloring and blue! of my home town first! ~—NELL BRINKLEY. “AT THE END OF A PERFECT DAY"— Human Rivits of Universe By ELLA WHEELER WILOOX., (Copyright, 1915, Star Company.) “For what purpose do we come into life, and why do we leave it?" is the somewhat curious query propounded by an analytical reader. My own personal conclusions on this subject, supported by somewhat serious studies In the same direction, under wise Instructors, lead me to the bellef that we come Into this world at the call of the Great Universal Power back of all things, to complete ourse ves— Important parts of the Uni- verse of God. In a mighty ma- chine there are in- numerable little bolts and rivets, and seemingly insigni(i eant pieces, but all are needed to make the whole perfect thing Precisely 0, each Individual is needed to make this wonderful plece of mechan- fsm—the universe. Put as the universe is greater than a machine, 80 & man s greater than & plece of wood or fron. He is the ex pression of the power that created him, and his purpose in life is to reflect his Maker We came iInto each incarnation to per- feot ourselves and to reveal more and more of the divine until we are completed ~and “one with God' We come here to better the world for those who fol- low us. We leave this worlg to go on in other realms and learn other lossons. This world is but one of the “many mansions’ of the Creator. There are realms upon realms and sones around mones and worlds beyond number in the millions of miles of space beyond the earth. It will require millons and billions of years for the soul of man to see and hear and know the wonders of the universe, But to each soul, earnest enough and falthful enough and loving enough to desire these experiences, they will come. Sorrow, paln, trouble, well borne, and toll and hardship, endured with faith and cheerfulness, are all steps toward the higher experiences awalting us when we leave this body. I1dieness, selfishness, pleasure enjoyed at the expense of others, mean the dwarf- ing of the soul and the retarding of ite progress. There are knowledge, glory and happiness waiting for those who climb through this world on the stairs of love and unselfish toil. It does not matter what you belleve, or what your creed, or your mode of worship—if you love and belleve in the Power back of the universe and love your fellowmen and work for the good of all, you are fulfifiing the “purpose” of this life. No matter if you are a Croesus and an emperor of power, if you are not dofng ‘these things you sre violating the law of life, and must pay the penalty. If you are an errand boy or a servant girl, and you are living up to the high- est ideal of duty and love, then you are greater than the king or queen who lives in indolence and selfishness. We come into this world to better it and to perfect ourselves to such degree as we may In this one short incarnation. We go out of this world to use the lessons we have learned in it for a wider knowledge beyond, and to advance or to begin over, as we have chosen while here Do Y_o_u_Know That Peas found In mummy cases have been planted recently and found to grow. 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