The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 18, 1903, Page 9

Pfizggfl’;}?a JHE - “Colonel Xxte® Deszxibes the Infinite Vi of Fem- ne Poses and in Her Inimitable Way, Why e Average Woman Would er Pose Than Eat the Noted Chef's Most De- I J AVE you ever stulied bker—the woman who poses? ¢ you ever watch and mote the ements of women in public erings? ever stand in a shop, in the er of & theater or in the lobby of & t 14 women of every rank ‘s as they pass you by, or e instructions regarding pu sages or other incidents and file of I . r g the keynote of knowl- to book lore, its various resting than rs, and it 1s them that one Judge ing from = 1 and super- usu- re- t & woman, hav- is more reckless in she may feel s her to pose In the he average wom- the most ristmas ¢ whs wiihes 2o 1% e % iffer If & et s te wealth the pose has a large as of arrogance, P cugmented by a s us stare e - e s it a to be very beauti- P r unconsciously, as- . 1 that shows her off to s she has done so s become a habit < become uncon- scious . ressed with the 3 es of the reflected light in s ears its influ- quaint gers with 1s Important - re due the name er she wears the honors not satisfied to e accords her rates herself, In cares little for the out from his con- pient of honors. He is nsider it all a bore, h demands s would ed to a con- attitude. He no thirst for little appetite for petty ands generally prefer -the outine of business life to the R THE WV s worry and ingratitude of public service. But the woman who loves to pose wants to 46 so"Trom some lofty pedestal. There- fore her husband is constrained to humor her, however distasteful publicity may be to him, and become a man with political ambitions. n ambitious man is really the moblest work of woman. And the &verage woman stirs up a man to ambi- tious efforts simply because she dearly loves to pose. The brainy woman, she who figures in Rjaces where women most do cor end presides of posers. She “great I am she swa feat of genera to assert herse taln her position echieved 1t ner than b ;cncr ty that er She has the d the ability to main- By manner she secks to ith whom she is is mot only ipon those knows it, but leader of womer f rare genius. She re she to relax the rigors osed pose, her followers that subservient respect that a duty to r dig- g and her 8, but s it with the solemnity of a a murder tri ted may be r ghe deems is crus maint presiding d as the us posers who take themselves ear- estly and expect every one else to do the same. fin addition there is the more cent poser, who is simply vain 1 who poses to gratify this vanity Afternoon teas and crowded receptions are the places to take s of pose for the mere love of i h wom- t is the vain woman who poses almosi > the limit. She may or m ot be pret- ty 1f she is she kaoows it. If she is pot, ehe imagines that she is, and 1s vain accor. y It you are a student of human nature, you will soon find that pronouncedly ugly women are often very much more vain that full fledged beauties. course Then there is the beatuy with the chem~ ical complexion, who flatters herself that her artistic skill completely masks the counterfeit charms that she inflicts upon an admiring public. She 1s the poser of the posers. Not only her bedy sways in fetching contortions, but her eyes, her hands, her whole person- glity contribute to graceful affections. She’ never 1 an opportunity to im- press upon othe her opinion of herself and that which she courts from others. A reception is the best place to see the posing woman in all her beguiling regalia. There she is at her best. The really busy woman, she who has life work to has not the time to af- fect these posing mannerisms Conse- quently she is less apt to be artificlal, and contact with the world gives her a cer- tzin quickness of thought and perception | that blunts the little airs and graces that most often are part and parcel of femi- ninity” The love of posing is not confined to a class. It is simply an attribute of fem- ininity that very frequently adds to a woman's charm. It should not be con- demned. When assumed with tact and combined with a certain daintiness it is rather pretty in the majority of women. It is pleasing to the lords of creation, and, after all, women were made to be a plea— 8 else Adam had had a rather of it even amid the glories Zden, where it required the presence of woman to make even Paradise per- fect. Hence it is woman’'s mission to please man, and If her pretty poses and little airs and graces make her more at- SHE FARTIC ULA’ RL Y WISHES YOU 70 FREALIZE THAT tractive, then It is perfectly legitimate for her to assume them. It is when she does the trick clumsily that she neutral- .H—a—l—l—‘-rk S T is not In the line of everybody's ex- perience to begin by being an angel. Most of us are satisfied with the | prospect of becoming one eventually. But Miss Alice Treat Hunt, the new | leading woman at the Alcazar, remembers making her first entrance, accompanied by the rustle of her own wings. She was se little that she remembers it as if it were a dream, and not & pleasant one at that. She was booked as the an- gel in “Faust”—the one that appears in the last scene to assist Marguerite on her upward journey. She was dreadfully frightened at the whole situation, and she turned as red as & peony in her fear. She felt the blood well up in her face, and it flashed through her mind that an angel ought not to be lobster-hued. And the more | she thought of it the redder she became. She counted herself an utter fallure at the end of that performance, all because she played the role of the angel with a | red face. From that time, though, she made IS JIrTMTENSELY BORED.” SHE izes the coquetry of a delicate situation by bizarre methods. Pose, If you will, girls; but if you do, greater successes. Ehe was away from the stage only the few years that she #pent in a convent getting her general education. Since that she has played everything, from a French count to the jockey in “Old Kentucky.” She has rant- ed through emotional pleces and fluffed through dainty comedies. “It was in ‘Woman Agalnst Woman’ that I first learned what realism 1s worth,” she says. “I had a stirring emo- tional scene over my baby, which was a cloth and sawdust property. One day little girl went to see the performance with some friends of mine. I flattered myself that I was doing very nicely and stirring tears all over the house. “But I learned something afterward. It seems that the little girl had sat stolidly through the scene. After it was over my friends took her to task. ‘What are you made of,’ they asked her, ‘to sit through such a thing and never shed a tear. ‘Pshaw; what should I cry for? she re- - plied. ‘Anybody could see that the baby was stuffed.” “The next time, I can tell you, I or- o be sure to practice well and do the trick 8o prettily and so daintily that you will be only the more charming. HAlice z’reaz‘ .flrzflu‘ ana/ the .Qa&y dered a live baby for that scene, and al- though it howled occasionally and drowned my own words I felt a good deal better satisfled.” Miss Hunt's brother was a child actor, too, and they were in the habit of per- forming together. She recalls a certain occasion when the two were playing in the park and he was slaying imaginary enemies with his cap pistol. Some raga~ muffins came up and demanded the pis- tol. “Say, gimme dat,” was the abrupt order. Alice, 8 years old and by three years her brother's senior, drew herself up to as many inches as she could stretch and declalmed in theatrical tones, “You shall not touch this child!” The small brother of § was not to be outstripped In dramatics, and he drew himself up al- most as high, thundering, ¢#'Nay; I can better die than you, woman!” Miss Hunt is & great horseback rider, The last time she was here she was rid- ing in “Old Kentucky,” and her horse, Bess, was her chum both on and off the stage. They spent their afternoons to- gether in the park, and although Bess “ SHE WOULD JITPRESS YoU WiTH TTANIEES threw her once Miss Hunt is loyal te memory. 3 —— e~ _ Presto. Little gobs of powder, Little specks of paint, Make the little freckle Look as if it aln't. —The Sphinx. 1