Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 27, 1916, Page 6

&7 N DI TR 4 f Health Hints -:- Fashionmm g Reward of | Mother-in-Law - Dagnity Problem the Bane - i By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. | Of Modern Home A4 THE BEE: 'OMAHA, TUESDAY, JUNE 27, 1916 . Too many of us have a way of ask-| ing other people what to do—and| then ending up by doing what we| chogse. If all of us profited by the advice we invite and nced most of our tragedies could be avoided. A year ago a girl wrote me a lct- ter asking my advice in a love affair with a married man. [ gave it heart- ily and sincercly—and convention- ally, if you like, For all such girls there is just one answer, "DON'T." Recently I had a very pathetic Jet-| ter from the girl, telling me how she grieved because she had not listened to me and adding a patheiic story of the tragedy she was facing because of her own weakness. The individual who ‘is outside “of your problem; looking at it and judg- ing it sanely, rather than cmotionally, as you must, is often qualified to ad-| vise you just because of her imper-| sonal detachment from the question | which troubles you. To all my girls 1 want to ‘-u'nx;(lq" A, an urgent note; Ii you have faith! enough to go to someone for advice | it must be because you trust their | \._ judgment and feel the need of wisdom | greater than your own. If you are not told to do the particular thing. you want to be told to do, pay heed | in spite of that. Sugar plums don’t cure bronchitis—a doctar’s prescrip- | tion may! N i | And now 1 am quoting another let-| ter—one which comes from a girl who | asked advice in all siicerity, took it, found it practical and was gracious | enough- to acknowledge that she had learned something from someone else. The girl who is wise enough to | profit by the viewpoint of someone | more experienced than herself is like: |, Ity to manage her life very efficiently. thank my “Three Sincere Friends" for the letter T am quoting and 1 commend their sane intelligence to | other girls. The letter follows: “Some time ago | wrote you a letter | and signed it “Doubtful Frio’ - You will probably rementber having an- swered it with an article on girls and the drink question. * “Allow me to extend to you the most heartfelt thanks of A, B and myself for the kindly interest you| have shown us in our ‘quandary’ and we do assure you of our deep appre- ciation of your most welcome advice, We have all three benefited by it, and I am sure there arc thousands of other girls whom that article has helped to overcome the problem that inevitably springs up in the life of svery girl. g . “As for our subject for discussion, namely B, she has followed your di- rections implicitly and has “come through with colors flying. No one at the .party mentioned” seemed an- HE cleverness of Premet, its French designer, has | BY DOROTHY DIX. I get a great many sad letters-in which women pour out to me sorrow- ful secrets of their hearts and ask advice on‘ problems that only omnis- | cient wisdom itself could solve, and | that are so far beyond my own poor powers that | do not even darg to | try to answer them. Of all the pathetic letters that come to me, however, none are so pitiful as those that deal with the question | of the mother-in-law, because they | always reveal a useless tragedy and | one that is due only to jealousy and selfishness and lack of self-control. | Sometimes these letters are from | the daughter-in-law, sometimes from | the mother-in-law. Often a young | wife writes that she is married to a good man who loves her and whom she loves; that she has a beautiful home and her life would be perfectly happy except for the nagging of hes mother-in-law. The older woman lives in the house with the younger one and crite icises everything that the young wife does. She calls the hushand’s a’ten- tion to his wife's faults. him that his wife is extravagawt, or a bad manager, or too fond of zamuse ment, and in a thousand little ways she comes between husband auwd wife and makes the wife’s life a mariyr- dom, Often the letter is the heart-broken wail of an old woman wha tells of the cruelty of a daughter-in-law who is so mean and selfish that she be- | | grudged her husband's mother a place under her roof and a seat 4t her table. The old mother is made to feel her- self a burden. She is snubbed, thrust aside, treated without honor or re- spect, and the wife uges her influ- ence to wean her husband from his own mother. The most curious thing about the in-law problem is that these women, who act like fiends toward each other and who inflict on each other a tor- ture as ruthless as the Inquisition, and sacrifice the nman they both love to their malevolent tempers, are not the abandoned wretches one might suppose. On the contrary, they are good, Christian, church-going women who think a lot about doing their duty and are full of charity and loving kindness to everybody except their in-laws. I know a family such as this, in which mother-in-law and daughter- in-law are women of exceptional no- bility of character; but they fell out over a mere trifle and hate each other with a ferocity that is simply appall- ing. Not long ago, when I had list- ened for the millionth time to the EPRESENTATIVE of the most advanced styles of the summer, yet simple enough to wear at any in- formal party is the'dress above. It-is French blue net over French blue silk, with plaited blue ribbons edged with silver thread for trimming. Such a frock would bhe just as smart of organdy and lace, or of Georgette crepe and ribbon. ~ A S thé sun has grown hotter, hats have grown wider, until many of the smartest have a breadth of brim like that of the one above. The puffy crown is black net, and nodding back ostrich-tips are tacked close against' it, © The- transparent brim is horsehair braid. 1oyed when she refused and said she did not like the taste of liquor and a0t a single one followed her refusal with urgings to drink. She has vowed sever to touch another drop, and | im positive she is going to hold to chat avowal, as are both A and my-| self.—~Your Three Sincere Friends.” | given the white taffeta frock shown here just the degree of originality which conforms to good taste. The sleeves are embroidered in violer and maize silk, the soft draped collar is a trimming in itself, and the crisp tunic of white tulle splashes out to give the fash- ionable fullness at the hips. mother-in-law’s abuse of her daugh- ter-in-law, I said to her: “Well, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to sq)arlte your son from his wife by making these cease- less complaints to him? Do you think that he will be happier parted from his wife than with her? Do you think that — A B P SIS — Look for This Sign on Your Dealor's Window Provide the Lunch! " For the sharpened appetites * * BY JANE M'LEAN. “Miss Ames, won't you,come up to | the hospital .this afternoon with me?” And the speaker pushed her head through the half-opened door and smiled brightly. Helen Ames looked up drearily, a refusal on her lips, but she hesitated for a moment before deciding. After all, it might do her good to get aut i * the sun and forget about her troubles. Helen had come to New York from "a small town in the west. Like hun- | dreds of other girls she had a sweet | voice and thought she would set the \Gairl Workers Who Win Out show her father and all of the Gains- ville people what a great singer she woulf become. And now it was all over; she had a sweet voice, but she would never be a great singer. “Go on studying at home, child, perfect your technique, do church work. A voice like your has its place in the world. Do not imagine that, because you may never be an opera singer, your place 1s not just as se- curely fixed, for it is. Work out your own destiny in your own way and life~will bring you much happiness.” Helen thought it all over as she walked up to the big gray hospital on the hill. The kindly woman who had the room next her own in the boarding house had somehow sus- pected the girl's unhappiness and had said very little on the way up. Once . . The Singer and . . Her Reward. : : Gordon girl,” and' then Helen fol- lowed her upstairs and into the chil- dren’s ward where little hurt bodies were lying in rows following the strangers with their eyes as Helen and her friend walked between the cots. The little Gordon girl had something the matter with her spine and she smiled as Helen’s companion laid the flowers down beside her. “Wouldn’t you like to sing them something?” said the woman gently. “I have heard you in your room and your voice is so soft and sweet.” Helen flushed, but she began a little slumber song, and followed it with a children’s nonsense rhyme. Laughter echoed over the long room, and the little Gordon girl's thin fingers tight- ened on Helen’s own. G “You have such a sweet bird in he will be better off if you break up his home? Will these little children have a finer .chance in the world if they are half orphaned, if their father mother are divorced? She looked at me in horror. “You know,” she cried, “that I think divorce is a sin and a disgrace, and that I wouldn’t break up my son’s home for the world, or separate him from his wife. I would die first.” .“Then why are you trying to kill you son’s love for his wife by point- ing out her faults to him, and making trouble between them by bearing tales to him?” I demanded. And she could not answer. Undeniably it is hard for twa women to live together in peace. But there are some thing that the women so placed might think upon with profit. . One is that the woman whose son support and cherishes her in her old age owes him enough gratitude to get along at least in outward peace with of a summer outing trip, \Try These: World on, fire with it if she might ingide the great cool place, the quiet | your throat” she whispered, “sing |his wife. She may not like her daugh- Armour prepares many sub- " ! hay study - 3 Fo 4 Mp pl' many i “Simon Pare”” Loof Lard 1||_a'\e the study and the means to cul-| 4 peace of it fell like a cooling |some more.” ~ And Helen silently | ter-in-law, but she can maintain an at- stantial dainties in conven- Jsir Bucsn | tivate it. Her father had finally been | (o0 P A : o kfurt: 2he : spirit on the girl's hurt feelings. She |stroked the little hand and began the | titude of amiability toward her and ient forms. There is a ""n?“ (B fuet persuaded to allow her to come to|peard the woman say: song she had sung for Madame |not make her son miserable by stir- iafoce nad| you that sells w.:' |Rtegartidoria e b a “I have some flowers for the little | Bronte. ring up strife in his home, * rmour kage | o ; o i . nd the woman whose mother-in- ww Bronte," she had said eagerly, “I wil e e e R law is a guest under her roof may Foods—Luncheon: Beef, Veal Loaf, Potted Tongue, Deviled Ham, Pork and S | abide by whatever she tells me.” | fi\nd}hat morning she had obtained | ] | a hearing from the great prima donna '.;::"""':::: fl:nr‘dl:::' and all her hopes and aspirations had 100 other picnic dainties, . Cooked, ready to [been dashed to the ground. | serves natural in flavor. | “You have a very sweet voice, my + o dear,". the woman had said kindly | Hmr dealer cannot supply you,’phone !af(cr. Helen had sung a simple melodi‘ us ame, in her clear, sweet soprano, “but your ARMOUR {3 COMPANY rest assured that she has no higher duty on earth, than to care for the woman who has given her a good husband. She should remember what the other woman has suffered and sac- rificed to raise to man’s estate a man who is fit to marry. It is a debt of ] h}z])nolrd that every daughter-in-law voice is not’ destined to be a great et ope.” You can sing, yes, you have {the quality, the timbre, but no great }g" and Joues power. - You might study for years, ». I ‘..o- ’:‘.‘ln::':ro: : ‘and* your singing. would improve, a0t Q. Tel. 8o. 1 | your technique might hecome perfect, e > 1 but your power would never be great, | your range would bpe mediocre and | your sympatbetic tones, which are your greatest possessions, would not ¢ greatly improved.” Helén's lips had trembled childish- ly. She had looked forward with all | her heart to this interview. She had !'determined to work and study and |TTHE . gl | ORIGINALYaDgI4SY ! o ‘hi" For the crux of the whole matter is this—a man’s_happiness is bound up in the way his wife and mother get along together, if they live in the same house. They may be as antagonistic as oil and water, they may entertain a Kilkenny-cat feeling toward each other, but if they really love the son and husband they should be willing to sink their differences and sacrifice the pleasure of fighting for his sake. e o But heaven help the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who are con- demned by fate to live undér the same roof! And heaven pity the man who has to live with both of them! 'Rich---Sweet ; _ Delicious---Fragrant Adwvice to Lovelorn : By Beatrice Fairfax He Must Save Your Love. 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