The evening world. Newspaper, November 24, 1919, Page 20

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1919 Period Taught Girls fal Discipline, Co-operation _» And How to Be Useful é Says Josephine Daskam Bacon p American Girl During the War Succeeded | ‘in Fleeing the Narrow Confines of Her| Home and Proved Her Versatility in Vari- ' ous Pursuits; the New Status of the 1920 merican Girl Is Not Going to Unfit Her for Marriage and Motherhood. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall ‘90, by The Pree Company (The New York Krening Wort) American girl of 1915 was a drug in the open market. The Ameri- girl of 1920 is a gill-edged security that everybody wants. For the war she learned discipline, co-operation and at least one use ful job. She is not That is the new going to forget. gospel of the modern daughter, ac- cording to Josephine Daskam Bacon, among fiction writers our most brilliant and sympathetic interpreter of American girlhood. Five years ago, in her novel “Open Market,” Mrs. Bacon sum- med up the sad case of idle, rpst- ~ - 4% lesa American f Me K daughters through . the mouth ef one . of them, who, in flare of rebellious dissatintac- & man to marry her. (eouree he will wonder why, if I vunery for independence, 1 out, as they say, and earn living!” exclaims this ® “What could I do? I can ch, yes, but well enough Mt? No, Could I teach ina “(Of course not; I'm not half it. . en “a @ house charmingly; body says vo. But could I do ‘a houses and make @ ‘by it? Never. 1 can't write or act. I can’t run big pub- What can 1 do? I brought up to do? Play bridge, but not well ft _ pater to buy gloves ean play golf but not well Gh to teach it. I can read aloud write notes and shop for oy d I can keep a house run- pif’ there are servants enough. , T can’t even sew well. for sale, for sale in the “ she sums up desper- ‘was sound in wind and limb per. I was bred well and I & Os, ‘was playing the game, the only game there is in the world for me, under the rules of the open market!" All that has been changed by the war, as Mrs, Bacon has pointed out again ‘and again in her newly pub- lished book about the new American girl, “Square Peggy.” In her charm- ing rhymed dedication to this girl, she sings: They think you'll start to @rift again; It’s @ thing you'll never do! War's done a lot for the world, my (The old globe knew as she twirled, my dears), But it's done the world for you! Bo whi Mang alance the dreadful bool Let's give the Devil his due! ‘The war made different things, my dears (Of cabbages and kings, my dears), But it made a woman of you! “The American girl is a changed creature,” Mrs. Bacon told me yester- day afternoon, over the tea table in her apartment at No. 116 East 634 Street. “She never was in sach de- mand in her life. We all want her, We want her for bospitai social ser- vice, for Americanization, for Girt Scout work and play organization, for the services to the community she showed herself so touchingly eager to perform during the war, “And she has learned to earn money in a score of new ways. She was an efficient, uncomplaining office worker in the war service societies, sitting French Style | Of Girlish Appeal | with her back to evarybody pounding a typewriter In a New York brown- stone house when she was dying to fo to France. But | have always re- belled at the idea that the only way for a girl to earn money is to go out and buy a typewriter, and the war girl discovered so many other meth- ods, She farmed, she nursed, she sold’ candy, hats and the contents of her friends’ attics. { think that the young woman of the immediate future is going to do most of our buying and selling. She is going to open all sorta of clever little shops, where we shall buy our hats, our table linen, our children’s clothes, or desserts. “The cleverest girls of all,” Mra, Bacon added, her black eyes twink- ling, “are those who took all the courses in ‘home economics and food saving during the war. Naturally they are tremendously in demand among the young men. And I'm in- clined to think it is they who will sell us their highly paid services for so many hours a week and solve the servant shortage that is changing the whole plan of our lives.” With the best will in the world I couldn't quite seo Gladys of Fifth Avenue wearing a cap and apron in the kitchen of Mrs, Cadwallader Brown of Park Avenue, and #o I told Mra. Bacon. “Not immediately,” she admitted, “tor the girls all want to get out of the home. What they have been re- belling against for years is the desire of their parents that they should stay at home and arrange the flowers and wear the evening smile, They got out during the war and they'll stay out, I know one girl who wanted to be a war nurse, Now she ts spend- ing three afternoons a week in one of the free clinics of the hospitals 1 know motor corps girls who still work so many days a week with their cars taking to drive people from the hospitals and the convalescent homes, I know other girls who are working as play leaders for children. I know & group of women who ran a White jephant shop during the war and made 80 much money that they con- cluded they could keep it up at a profit ‘even on @ strictly business, rent-paying bas! Incidentally, I was thinking that if the war had changed the American girl it had not changed Mrs. Bacon. Her crtsp black hair, sparkling black eyes, creamy skin and delicately cut mobile mouth are as lovely as they were five y the Westchester bills. So amused when she announced, with emphasis “I suppose it's because ‘I'm reach- energy wasted by mature, women, silly “party, nothing but soctety, solid, earnest, lite animal out on that floor? hear that a woman of wealth, rs ago, at tho time of | our last meeting, in her home among I was ing the dowager stage myself that I am #0 wrought up over the time and dragging about from silly party to with daughters who do T think one of the most disheartening spectacles in the world is a ballroom with rows of idle matrons sitting about watching their daughters. Why should there be a keeper for every was appalled, the other day, to in- still yearns for the home daughter and the evening smile. “And yet the thing men respect women is the power to earn money and women know it!" Mrs. Bacon | added, earnestly. “I was touched be- yom expression when a married woman in middie life, rich and—I had always thought—with everything to | make her happy, said to me the other | day, with the saddest expression on her face, ‘If ONLY I knew how to do something to make some money!’ he had reached the point where she couldn't be put off lifted 4, und ladies | “Is this new status of the girl of | 1920 going to unfit her for marriage | and motherhood?" I asked, because it is the conventional question of the “view-with-alarmers,” and not be- cause I had any aa | Neither has Mrs. Bacon. “You know | ag well as I do,” she challenged, “that NOTHING unfits a girl for marriage | |and motherhood, and that men al- ways love and admire the wives and mothers of their generation, what~ ever type these are. ‘To be sure, men TALK admiringly about the way | things were done in their own mothers’ day, Adam was the only man who hadn't that privilege. But it all means nothing. They like the new American girl because she is the only jgint for them to like—although, In- | deed, everybody likes her and wants her.” n TWO MINUTES OF OPTIMISM J. Stich. By Herman Coppright. 1919, ty The Prew*Publishing Oo, {he New York Evening World.) Nursing a Tiger’s Cub. HOULD an aviator fall from his S airplane, he would drop sixteen feet the, first second, forty-eight feet the second second, eighty feet the third second, 112 fect the fourth second, and during the tenth second, it he should still be falling, he would hurtle through 804 feet of space, When a man begins to go down he ps fast, faster and faster. bit, like the speod of a falling it creates its own ' momentum. Stealing goes against the average man’s grain, but many an average man steals, gets away with it, and etea's again. He may continue to elude the law and escape its clutch, but all the while he ts like the fabled Fate who span strands so fine that were invisible and who finally became a_ victim of her own cunning by binding herself inexorably with her own threads. -'The average crook {8 a jailbird and the average jailbird a repeater, When social workers for the first time vieit certain of our courts, they The American Girl of 1920 Can Farm} Keep House, Nurse or Go to Business THE GIRL OF 1915- eae a oe RS.JOSEPHINE DASKAM BACO! WITH KER CALDREN =, SHE TAKES lates KIDdIES Brief Speeches for Busy Men By Matthew J. Epstein At a Silver Wedding. Bonored Guests, Ladies and Gen- tlemen: Twenty-five years have passed since two young people cast their lot with each other and deter- mined to face the world as part- ners for life. They did not know what they had to face; they did not know what the years wauld bring. They only knew that they had love in their hearts, love for one another, Yes, they had one other thing, they had hopes; hopes in each other and in the future. Twenty-five years* have since passed. And what years they have been! Summers have come and gone, winters have succeeded winterg. There has been storm and sunshiné, there bas been rain and frost, there has been sick- ness ami disease, Great wars have rent the earth, disasters have come from sources unforeseen, There have been moments when the world showed nothing but its hard and bitter side to the couple that were joined at the altar, ‘There have been disappointments without number, The girl may have had dreams, beautiful dreams that she longed to real- ize, The man may have had am- bition, ambition to make @ name for himself and acquire the things that all men wart. Some of the dreams were realized, some were not. Some of the ambition was attained, some of it wae doomed never to be attained, ‘There may have been disagree- ments, there may have been quarrels; such is the way of @ man with a maid, Perhaps the learned to understand one an- other better. And to-day they have their reward. Their friends are gathered here to do them honor, We honor you as man and woman, but we honor most the faith that you have had in each other. And we pray that you will be spared twenty-five years more so that you may have the extreme happiness of celebrating your golden fubilee, (Copyright, WY, by The Prom Publishing Co, (The New York loventilg World.) DEAR EVERYBODY: The reason some people do not get along faster in this world ts because they do not like to take the blame for mistakes. ‘The more you can stand being blamed and PROFIT by the kioks you get the greater your chance of success. Many important men hire others at big salaries just to take the blame off their shoul- ders. Men of large affairs have no time to wrangle. They are too busy dealing with things that are tangible. ‘The most successful organi- gation in the work is noted for the fact that tm all the years of its existence there has never been any discord among ite members. They may dis- agree, but never wrangle, or, to use an inelegant expression “rock the boat.” “IT’S MY FAULT!" Cour- age lies behind <hese words, but if they are TRUE, then vse VRRE ee 7 Ss TA. MONDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1919 2 Blue Tinseltone Suit The flare peplum on this blue tinseltone suit is edged with a wide band of opossum. The high collar is of the same Tt is an extremely smart suit for the THE By Rube OMING in on the 7.55 A. M. Doc and the “bunch” were discus- ing the EL C. L.—no, not Henry Cabot Lodge—and the *coal shortage and scarcity of labor with its high wages, when the philosopher re- marked: “It would be a mighty good thing for this country if old Ike Skindem were appointed Director of Labor, Food and Fuel and let him work on a commission; then our principal troubles would be over and we'd have something to think about be- sides trying to live on a 100 proof basis with a 2.75 income.” Skindem's estate is just outside Paradise and covers more than a hundred acres, yet the old sinner manages to run it with the help of a hired man and a housekeeper and oc- cesional assistance from Constable Ike Smart, “Uncle Ike," as Skindem ts called by the Paradise Commuters when they are not calling him other things which cannot be repeated here, used to live in Maine before he moved to Paradise, where he kept a general | store; also he was selectman, schoo! | director and tax collector and aécum- | ulated the fortune with which he bought his Paradise estate, When he left there the wonder was how he had made 80 much money, as the sal- artes of all his offices were small, but Doc, who knew him up in Maine fet the cat out one day by explaining that among tris stock of goods‘in the store “Uncle Ike" kept one coffin, which he always refused to sell, stat- ing that it was for himself, “I was in his store one day,” said Doc, “and was hinting around for a suggestion of how to violate the stare Prohibition Law when he took me into @ back room and by a devious path around boxes and barrel, when I spied the coffin. | “Do you sell coffins, too? I asked him. “ ‘Nope,’ he replied; ‘that’s mine; my last home and refuge; I got It all fixed up fancy inside; I'll show it to you.| It’s going to be my last earthly GAY LIFE OF A COMMUTER Towner. Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The Now York Bvening World.) enna nnn AAA AAR ARAORAD RAD ROD DODD POP ODP ODD DOOOLNY Skindem Solves the Labor, Food and Fuel Problems by a System All His Own making him Director of Labor, Food and Fuel?" asked Newcomer. “That's right,” sald Mawruss; “that only takes in food and fuel. I no labor to walk the length of @ storeroom for a drink.” Conservation of Energy: “Well,” said Doc, “I'm coming to that. ~ ast spring the old sinner cir- culated a report that Capt, Kidd’ treasure had been buried on his es- tate, and that it was only a Itttle bolow the surface, and he saved more than half the labor on bis spring ploughing. Al! the foreign labor colonies within Av@miles of Paradise were over there every night digging and scraping, and old Ike used to watch ‘em and chuckle; when they began to be discouraged he started a story that some whiskey smugglers had buried their loot on his place, “Naturally, these explorers got to know the place pretty well and they took note of the fact that he had a fine piece of woodland, with a dot of “down” timber just right for fuel, and toward the end of the season they, came over to lay in their win- ter wood. When they were ready tq start home with their loads ‘Uncle Ike’ would suddenly appear and have them drive down to his house. Be- fore cold weather came he had enough wood to last him all winter. “You've all noticed what a fine or- chard the old man’s got. Well, if you didn't, the foragers did, and when the apples und other fruit got ripe they were right there with bags and bas- kets, and old Ike let 'em pick the best and then, with the assistance of Con~ stable Smart, rounded ‘em up and re- lieved them of their burdens, “He gets most of his meat that way too; rabbils and squirrels, and his liv- {ng cost him practically nothing.” “Except what he has to pay the Constable,” remarked Newcomer. “[ heard Constable Smart say the other day that he was off the old sin- ner for life. | wonder what's the mat- ter," said Mawruss, “It happened during the apple har- vest,” said Doc. “After he’ and Con- stable Smart had rounded up a bunch of apple pickers, Skindem said to the Constable: ‘| want to reward you for what you've done; I'm going to give you enough apples for a pie’” “Oh, is that all?” said Mawruse. “No,” replied Doc, “when the Con- stable got home he found out that the apples were windfalls.” enmmmeniiieaeeece A DIPLOMATIST, you golesn'r’y Gein. BON them. ‘There is not a man in all the world who has not made mistakes and who will forgive you ONCE, But, the rule is, forgive you ONCE. The second time, MAY BE, and the third NEVER. If you take being blamed to heart, it shows you are not worthy of a position where blame comes but seldom, the reward of @ great number of kicks along the road, Yours truly, home"— ‘ | “He unfastened the lid and lifted it up; it was all beautifully upholstered. “Jest as it is now my spiritual home,’ he continued the sentence, reaching in his hand and drawing out) first a glass and then a bottle of| genuine Canadian whiskey, He soaked | me good for it, and I noticed that in| ithe dust on the floor there were more! footprints around that coffin than | anywhere else in the place, He'll be ‘a handy man for the bunch if we eve have bone dry Prohibition here,” Doo telligence and position is going to give up her leadership of a really im- portant charity ‘because she has to bring her daughter out!’ ‘How can any grown woman consider that a whole-time job? I asked. Chaperona, of course, We must have, but why not have them on the group system? Three or four mothers are chaperons enough for any party, and their turn Bheulda's come oftener than once a week. lowever, the spirit of the mothers is changing, and most of them are eager to have their girls do some- Shing : pasties ay home. Work for the girie sets mothers free for ork, you see, The or whom He} are appalled by what they see and hear; the second or third time they become more or less inured; and if they should happen to call again, all that they would see and hear would be “just one d-—n case after an- othe Habit can make a man or break a girl did not prove to be exactly the angel that the man thought her to be; perhaps the man did not come up to the ideal that the girlish heart had hoped. But In spite of all that, they have stood together “as help- mates, “Till death do us part” they swore and manfully have they kept their pact, .Bach had his or her share to do, and each did it to the best of his or her ability, The years that have gone have tended to draw them closer man. Right thinking and right living are merely matters of right habits; bad thinking and bad living, matters of bad habits, An oriental animal trainer once trapped a tiger's cub; petted it; cod- dled it; reared it; and one day it tore him to tatters, When a tly. indi —You used to says was per fect. V-—1 was mistaken. “You brute “{ mean, dearest, that you couldn't have ce thea Cae