The evening world. Newspaper, June 20, 1908, Page 7

MAGAZINE SECTION. so STORY Margaret Hub TOOODOODDDDODODHOPOHONDG DIOBDHODOGIN DWOHOPDOOGVIDOOOOOQGVODDIOS bard Ayer The Bachelor | twho its getting entirely, too gay should be branded on the forehead. ee) \ iKnglish sociologist has | composed a law which shall compel all mar- riageab!> widows to wear | te some distinctive garb or sign by which they can be distin- | gulshed from the less dangerous members of the feminine sex. The learned gentleman advocates a nice little silver ring for one of the fingers on the right hand, or else a) return to the methods of the savage races who objige their widows to slit thelr ears and pull out all their front teeth in order to warn the reck- | leas male who might think her just an ordinary kind of a fascinating women. When becomes necessary for widows to vr danger signals it is high time to safeguard iris and anx- fous mammas by branding the bach- elor. A widew may be a dangerous ebject en the landscape, but a bacheler, par- tloularly @ bachelor in the summer time, et the summer hotel or boarding-house, fe the pivot of all the feminine thought, the lodestone for all the girls’ fancies and the guiding motive fer the ingenulty of al the mammas, What complications would be avoided tf a bachelor who ts attractive yet wante to remain unattached should wear some littie algn upon his forehead which weuld intimate te everybody around that there were no wedding belie for btm! ‘There could be an entirely new lan- gvage without words invented which would protect both bachelors, maids and OUT FOR | THE u DOUGH mammas from work, worry and ex- pense. This language would pe a court pias- ter language. ‘The idea ts not original, for in the @ays of the Goorges the position of e eourt plaster star or moon was full f significance, and many men and women went so far as to have little scenes fram thetr lives cut out in court plas-| ter and pasted on thelr faces. ‘The| > —_—_—_———. GHIS MAN Was Afraid of His Wife SERGEANT in one of the Irish | infantry regiments has a small but active wife of whom he! One day wee a dog belonging to the wife et one of his superior officers. The heami some of nis statements weverely to task. to be ashamed to say and to lose your temper an antmel,” she said, while the big sergeant looked shamefaced and “I spall report your lan- H “To-to her, penitent aoldier. “1% my husband,” aid the lady ma'am?" faltered the ac Sar 90, ma'am,” setd the culprit | Gheerfully, “I well deserve it. I was The fraveliler. By Richard Le Gailienne. ry WAS moonrise on the tenth I of May I called lame and bade him s “Old friend, we tat last! All strange and di.« and tall he seemed Under the rising moon— He turned and said: “I never dreamed That we would meet so soon. You are too young to be my friend— All hope and boyish breath— Are you quite sure you know my name?" “Your name,” I said “Is Death! mn mead ql ' eee FOOD COOOC |and bables and railroad accidents and | health foods, But in real life matri- man who had fust lost ‘‘- mother-tn- law wore a neat Mttle court plaster hearse drawn by four horses pasted under hie right eye. and the Indy whose husband had nailed for foreten parts sported @ full-rigged frigate beautifully done tn black court plaster on her otherwise marble forehead. How easy ‘twill be to understand the , character of the benedict who turns | up at the country golf club when we have learned this language of court plaster symbolism! ‘The man who oares everything for motoring and nothing for girls will | wear nice court plaster goxsies, or a small horn pasted on hie face. Court plaster money bags will make 1t plain that girls without cash need not apply. ‘The summer filrtation will be wonder- fully helped along if the man who! thinks more of food than spooning will wear a smal! leg of mutton just over his right eye. | What need of telepathy to make you 2 |diac organ with the DOOOG, MARGARET HUBBARD AVER understand your neighbor's if the man sitting next you at table @ flying comet on his broad You know positeviy that you have a dashing fiirt to deal with and need not take his spectacular attentions in earnest. Under the court plaster sign of a broken heart. the man who wants to spend a aulet summer can shield him- self from the persecutions of the ladies, though I doubt ff {t will help him much Nothing getves a ctrl auite so much pleasure as plastering up a broken car- wlue of her own sympathy. Naturally the scholarly man wil! under the alan of the pen. while an flaunts a hare and hounds Members of Siaff of The Evening World character | or any game in the season. HELEN ROWLAND The man who ts difficult to handle draws atten- tion to his pecularities by a fishing line and a ooquetting fish. The bachelor whose intentions are serious should oast aside all other em- blems and wear a etar straight In the middle of his forehead. Whether his life will be worth llving when he has done this fe for him to decide. Anyhow, he won't lack attention. The new {dea offers all kinds of pos- sibilities, and the sutnmer girl should be devoutly thankful to the E scientist who has evolved @uch a way of helping her along in her sum- mer filrtation with the summer bach lor. MAGAZINE# STORY SECTION. DOK IT ABOU The vecond of the serle 20 Husbands Miss Gr Smith Is describing and analyz- Ing. The first was shown up In Thursday's Evening World. —~_=—<<<srrrrrrrrr—— TTLTY! says every man reading my Ut He says it proudly, but with ‘mea culpa," expression, contrite- ly striking his breast with one hand and surreptitious- ly fixing his tle with the other. For every man, every husband, believes We wvST D IN To See MR SO-AND-so! A DEVIL AMONG (From ‘The Widow," published by the Dodge Publishing Co., New York.) (Copyright, 1908, by Dodze Publishing Oa) | Bers) AT rhymes with ‘matri- | mony?" inquired the Widow, taking her penail out of her mouth and look- {ng thoughtfully through the fringes of her pompa- dour. “Money.” responded the bachelor un, 1f down on | promptly, as he flung htmsel the grass beside her and proceeded to} study her profile through the shadows of the maple leaves. ‘The widow tilted her chin scornfully. | she| descended, “but Seen and there is no poetical ha’ mony in the combination. “here {8 no harmony at all without {t,” remarked the bachelor shortly. | “But how on earth can you make @ poem out of matrimony?’ “gome people do,” replied the widow lottily. “On paper!" sneered the bachelor, “On paper they make poems of death mony Isn't poem; it's more like a| declaration of war, or an itemized ex- pense account, or @ census report, or a cold business proposition.” The widow bit the end of her pencil and laid aside her paper. If the beoh- elor could have caught a glimpse of her eyes beneath the lowered leashes he might not have gone on; but he studying the sky through the maple leaves. “It's a beautiful business proposition, “A magnificent money-mak- or The bachelor’s eyes had dropped to the widow's and he stopped short. “Go on," she remarked in a cold, | sweet Voice that trickled dvwn his back. “Oh, well,” he protested lamety, “when you marry for money you generally get {t, don’t you? But when you marry for | love—it's like putting your last dollar on a long shot “If you mean uncertainty about widow. “There's nothing half #0 delightful,” declared the bachelor, betting on a! sure thing.. Now, the man or women who marries for money"— “Earns it,” broke in the widow fer- vently, ‘Barns it by the sweat of the | brow. The main who marries a woman | for her money is a white slave, @ bond | servant, @ (ravesty on manhovd. For every dollar he receives he gives | full equivalent in self-respect and in- dependence, and all the things deares: to a real man “A real man," remarked the lor, taking out his pipe and lighting there’s a delightful it?" began the bache- | t. “wouldn't. marry a woman for her | money. It's ‘women to whom mar- age presents the alluring financia) | prospect.” ‘Oh, I don't kmow,' responded the widow. crossing her arms behind her head and leaning thoughtfully against the tree at her back. “‘In these days of typewriting and stenography and manicuring and trained nursing matri-| pursued the widow without mony offers about the poorest returns from a business standpoint, of any feminine occupathn—the longest hours, the hardest work, the greatest drain on your patience. the most master and the smallest pay, to say nothing of no holidays and not even an evening off.” “Nor @ chence to don't like vour job lor sympathetically “If the average business man,” went on the widow, tion, “demanded half of his rapher that he demands of fh couldn't keep her three hours, “And vet," remarked the bachel pulling on his pipe meditatively average stenographer 1s only too glad to exchange her position for that of wite whenever she gets"— ‘The jangle of gold bangles, as the widow brought her arms down from behind her head and sat up straight, interrupted his spsec! “Whenever she xets''—— The widow picked up her ruffles and started to rise, “Whenever she gets—ready, the bachelor quickly. The widow sat down again and leaned back against the tree. “How perfectly you Illustrate my point," she remarked sweetly. if you bache ‘give notice’ added the stenog- wife he " finished "Oh," said the bachelor, taking his pipe out of his mouth, “did you have @ point?” “That marriage 1s something higher JOOK The Widow, the Man, the Money and Matrimony. | ignoring the interrup- | O DOHDOOOODOODOGOODOOIODDODO GOOG OOGODODHGIGEGHHHGGOGHHOSG DODOGHODIDODOHOGHOHHOOHOHDGDG ODD NIXOLA GREELEV-SMITH |that the only barrier between the role | of firestie companion, which he fils, | and that of a devil among the women, | which he secretly admires, In his own! Gibraltar-like virtue. Nevertheless, for | | the benent of wondering wives be it said | |that no husband interests other women | unless he desires to interest them. The | wish may be only subconscious prompt- ing of that sublime vanity by which the| rulers of the world are ruled. But let no woman deceive herself. It is there. | And the Husband that Interests Other | Women ts Interested in other women | ‘The wife of euch a man has always \in her breast a struggle between the wifely dignity, which urges her to re ROPPED. You ISN'T HE wUST A DEAR ? THE WOME | migtttul, That Most Interesting of All Woman’s Topics COCPDIDDOSDOOOSS! Nixola Greeley-Smith 7 The DWDDHOIDOBHGOHDODDDHOGODOGOHGHOOGOHGOS iS Husband that interests other women is himself interested in other teomen. nent the attentions of the stray dere- Mets of love that sometimes drift be- tween her and her husband, and sense of humor that prompts her to laugh at them. After all, there is something Mstinctly funny in the flutterings and twitterings of detached maidon ladies about an at- tached man. They are, as a rule, 80 sorry for him. What, they wonder, could he ever have seen in that allly, neglectful creature he m ried? “My dear, she doesn't even darn his socks! I saw him the other morn- ing walking along with a great big hole tn one heel." Sometimes this ten- der commineration even leads to the purchase of socks or neckwear or Altp- pers. “Dear Mr. So and So, T anw such a bargain," coos the bargain-counter # ren. “I Know you would like to take advantage of it, #0 I took the Hberty of ordering !t sent to yuur office.” Sometimes the wife of the Husband ‘That Interosta Other Women ts the WISH T HAD N. By Helen waiting, ‘4t's just the money side of it the causes all the squabbles and unhappi- ness. If they've got it they are always quarrelling over ‘t, and !f they haven't exacting | got it they are always quarrelling for It. “A REAL MAN WOULDN’T MARRY A WOMAN FOR HE.t MONEY.” and finer than a business proposition,| The Castellanes and Marlboroughs who Mr. Travers, and that there are ‘of reasons for marrying besides finam clal ones, “Oh, yes," agreed the bachelor, ‘there loth | fight over their bills and their debts aren't any happler than the Murphys and the Hooligans who fight over the price of a pint of beer. It's just as dif- is folly and feminine coercion and be-j ficult to know what to do with money cause you can’t get out of It, and’ | when you've got it as {t is to know ‘As for marriage as a money affair,” what to do without it when you haven't TOOQOODOGDGHHS POQOOGQODOOS) 8 ® By Diane de Morgny. HICH 1s the vatner sex? Let the question be an- swered by those who are in a position to know. I called upon-a doctor the |ished to find the class of m ODODODODCOQDDOOO OG O, Man, Man, What a Vain, Foppish DNNXMOGOOOOIDO1©) |equally strong in the other half of the, | marriage; if the man wouN state the turns tn the professional market. And, Rowland | services he requires and the woman | besides,” got ft; and a million dollars betweon | husband and wife fs a Digger gulf than| a $10 a week salary. It's not a ques- tion of the amount of money, but the question of who shall spend it that nakes all the trouble.” “But don't you see,” srgued the bachelor, sitting up suddenly andj knocking the ashes out of his pipe, “that all that would be eliminated if people would make marriage a busl- ness proposition? For instance, if two people would discuss the altuation ra- lly and make the terms before |ing the style of your coffin.” would demand the compensation she thinks she deserve ‘Ugh!" shuddered the widow, putting her hands over her eyes, “that would, be Ike writing your epitaph and choos- “and every man,” pursued the bache- lor, “would be willing to give his wife her board and room and a salary ade- quate to her services and to his tn- oome""— “And to let her eat with the family,” Jered the widow. “Well,” finished the bachelor, marriage wouldn't offer the poo “then t re- OOOO SOOODOQOQOOOGQOOO race. “Summer time," continued the doctor, “brings out the men’s vanity, Perhaps that is because the women are out of the city and the men have more leisure and time to fix up, but you'd be aston- n who come other day who makes a specialty of |here to have their wrinkles “removed, te cosmetic surgery. room filled with T found his re men, And my men were walting at the beauty. “We Mave quite a ers as lied “the doctor. And though the women are supposed be the vainer sex, the love of good factory many men custo! wome! re y eption |have the bags cut out from under their first |eyes and all signs of age and dissip. | question was to ask him why so many erased by of that on surgery or any other method will do it “Of course, actors have to keep their looks, That's t of their business, But merchants, salesmen, Inventors, lewy every f business man seems anxious to preserve not so much fooke and the longing to look young t# | their good looke as their youth. C9006 ODDO DOOGe T have a picture here dating from 1750, which shows that cosmetic surgery Was practised in those days just as {t ‘s now. The person who ts being oper- ated on {sa man, He js having crow- feet around the eyes cut out, This ought to show that men's vanity ts net @ modern evolution, but men are getting ainer from year to year. After I had the doctor I went to the men's outitt of the big stores. } ‘Don't ask me,‘ sald the floorwalker, "I don't lke to go back on my own sex, But any one the clerks in the haberdashery section wi tell you that men are as fussy as or more fussy than women when it comes to buying their clothes, Men's love of adernment is DDDADODOGOGODODHDOOIDGOHBOHGODOOOIGOGHOECDHOGIGOOS Thing Yo department of one | & u Are! confined to such a small sphere that | |they can only express it in socks, ties, pins, shiris and waistcoats; but the average man 1s twice as particulas | about the shade of his socks or the ft| and color of his Waistcoat as a wo- | man would be about the «ne articles of appe and when a gets on avery handsome patr of you can be sure that he divplays Uicim to the vest advantage “I saw a customer of ours coming down tn the subway with a palr of very fine lisie silk socks on his feet. He pulled up his t rs a Ilttle, spread out his lowed as Tnuch of the viole © show as he safely could, You always a man call ate tention to a good pair of socks oe may be wearing, or to @ handsome ring oo | hia finger, or @ good-looking soarfin.” | speculatively, he added, “there would be fewer wives sitting about in apartment hotels holding their han§s and ordering the bellboys around, while their hus- bands are downtown fretting and strug- gling themselyes into bankruptcy; and fewer husbands spending their nights and thelr money out with the boys, while thelr wives are bending over the cook stove and the sewing machine, trying to make ends meet on nothing a year.” “But that," erled the widow, taking her hands down from her eyes, “would mean spending your courtship talking stocks and bonds and dividends!" “And the rest Nite torget ting them and talking love,” declared the bachelor, triumphantly, The widow looked up speculatively. “Well—perhaps,” she acquiesced, “if courtship were more of a business Proposition manriage would be less of a failure. Anyhow, you'd know fn ad- vance just what a man considered you worth in dollars and cents.” “And you'd eliminate all tainty,” added the bachelor. “And “the chance of having to bes for your carfare and pin money.” “And of having to go bankrupt for matinee tickets and Easter hate” “And of being asked what you did with your allowance.” “Or of how you acquired your breath or lost your wate! “The trouble 1s," sighed the widow, “that no man would ever be broad enough or generous enough to make ch @ proposition.” nd no woman would ever be sen- sible enough to listen te it.” ‘Nonsense. Any woman would. just the sort of longing for, “Well,” said the bachelor, turnin, his back and looking up at the widow t me see—you could have the violet room.” “What!” exclaimed the widow. Us got a south view,” tested the bachulor, “and besides not over the kitchen. “What on earth do you mean?” of your the uncer- It's thing we've been ad pro- it The | widow sat up straight and her bangles Jingled warningly. “And you could have Saturday and Wednesiay evenings out, Those are my club nights,” “How dare you “And any salary y “What are yo Travers?” “I'm making you a proposal of mar- riage,” explained the bachelor in an in- Jured tone. "Don't you recognize it?” widow rose silently, lifted the sheet of paper in her hands and tore to. pleces “Was that your poem? inquired the bachelor as “he watched the breeze carry the fragments away over the grass. The widow shook out her ruffles and picked up her hat. “You've taken all the poetry out of retorted, as sne fled toward the bachelor looked after her und for a moment. Then he leaned asily and blinked up at the sky between the leaves, * he said, softly, “ts the white°man's burden.” u might ask" — talking about, Billy | Tectptent of sage counsel on hts behalf. “I met Mr. Jones on my way here, @ays the caller. My dea he looks | badly. I think he needs a tontc, or per- | haps he ought to get away from buei- | ness for a few day | Such are the incidente—there are a thousand ‘of them—that either disturb | or amuse the wife of the Husband That | Interests Other Women. | They should, of course, amuse her. | But when they do not, and she protests |indignantly to the proud victim of other women's attentions, how quickly he is able to set everything rigtt by a | judictoua word of contempt for the | cause of contention! oor slob! Why should you let her bother YOU!" And, oh, the reverence, the tenderness, the loyalty that capl- talfzed pronoun contains! Nevertheless his soul struts proudly In the consciousness that even the cook {s not insensible to his manty beauty. This is @ type that would be flattered if a lady fly it on his nose,.that would not object to being stung by an old maid mosquito. The ewikh of a skirt across his tomb would wake him from the dead. And if he were left in a museum with a mummied princess of Egypt that lved and loved some 3,000 years ago he would manage to exact © thrill from being alone with her. Such !s the Husband That Interests Other Women. In the contemplation of hin his own wife sometimes wonders that he ever interested her. More generally, however, she blames the Other Women. She might aa weil blame a fly buzsing around the fly- paper spread to snare it. ‘Women are practical creatures. The most romantic of us does not follow a | cold trail long. | So, my dear madam, If you recognize ‘You WHO I CARE FOR, DEAR? onty youl Nes, BUT SHE ISA cat! AINT RE THe wreten! Why Should You Let Her Bother you?” the second typs put the your husband in this, of my twenty undesirables, blame where it belongs. You are an attractlye woman your- | self. Yet do other men surround yeu | with undesirable attentions? Do they recommend tonics for you, or (ell you of bargain sales in lingerle? You should tinink not! Well, the cases are exactly paralle. And don’t let the Husband That tn terests Other Women bribe or jolly or bully out of that bellef. \\GHIS MAN |} Wasa Little TooGallant | 'O tired business man was much an- noyed by the conduct of three middle-aged ladies who stood near him, They were evidently just returning from a summer tour. All the seats in the car |were occupied, but they seemed deter- | mined that he should offer one of them his seat. He screened himself bebind his paper and listened to plainly audible remarks Jabout the decline of gallantry in the present age. This grated on his nerves, |so he arose, and with a profound Low laddressed the three. “Will the oldest of you ladies honor me by accepting my place?” Whereupon thev became interested in |the advertisements over the windows and the man triumphantly resumed his N his homeward trip by trotley a seat, | —_———>_—_ —_—_es | LOVE HAS NO FOES, OVE has no foes; where'cr Le Conditions full of miliness meet, And amber honey-cells are filled, And little birds begin to build, And blossoms gather at its feet— Love is so sweet! .] Love has no foes; who only knows \]| What Love hath been when Love is fled E’en he, bereft, would follow him, Tho’ to the voiceless caverns dim, Of the wan city of the Dead, And sbare his bed! —Florence Earle Coates in Seattle Pom, Intelligences, | }