The evening world. Newspaper, February 9, 1920, Page 15

bg . BER Pe on AREAS BRAILES BF Moos coe , Seon eS ogee MONDAY, FEBRU ‘ The Secret of Youth Is an Active Mind Says Dr. Edith B. Lowry in Her Book, “The Woman of Forty.” She Also Adds: “Don’t Fuss, Don’t Dye and ' Don’t Be Fat.” ‘ By Marguerite Mooers Marshall Copreignt, 19%, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World.) OW to be forty without looking ft—that is Everywoman's problem, sooner or later—in your case, of course, I trust it will be very much later! And it is a problem about which she feels peculiar diffi- dence in asking advice, since the preface to advice An American College Ball — . MAY CHRISTIE, THE CLEVER AND OBSERVANT ENGLISH AUTHOR, GIVES US HER IMPRESSIONS By May Christie Copyright, 1990, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Brening World) BOSTON, Feb. 6, 1920. N American College Ban! A ‘The phrase intrigues me. For American colleges are eo differ- ent in their ways and outlook from our British ones. And partioularly isthe American college ball quite diftérent from our British gatherings. ue? Last night I was escorted to a dance given by one of the biggest and oldest universities in the United States, ight, 1! Felton Give ME THAT PIPE! 1AM EXPECTING HEY THERE ! GIVE ME MY Pipe ! No, iT SCENTS UP must be confessio ‘who has reached “the richest time don't dye and don’t To women, therefore, will be most welcome Dr. Edith B. Lowry’s new book, “The Woman of Forty, Published by Forbes & Co. of Chicago. With excellent pense and simplicity, Dr. Lowry tells how the woman mn of the dreaded two-score birthdays. “the dangerous age” may make it of all—the full bloom of the flower.” chimney corner used to loom up for the forty- year-old matron, the beauty shop is the spot she haunts to-day—yet community wotk, a professional career, a renaissance of romance are only a few of the de- lightful possibilities iife may hold for her. be fat,” are Dr. Lowry’s first three it is worry, nerves, silly jealousy, she explains, which make wrinkles in women's faces. These Hines may come even when she is asleep, umless she goes to bed with serene, happy thoughts. . a “Nothing,” the author of “Th Woman of Forty” continues, “makes @ worn face ook older than does dyed Jocks. The woman who dyes her hair a henna red thinking to have drowned are inclined to be and ‘blue,’ do not put on a cool colored dress as brown or gray, but rather choose one that has at least a EVERY THING IN THE HOUSE magpies! Their gowns were lovely. ‘The lobby leading to the ballroom was crowded with a throng of pretty girle—tremendously vivacious—and all chattering together like so Not @ single black frock to be When! (Black fe & fashionable style for evening wear among young girls in ing- land. Personally, I hate it!) These dresses were in delicate pastel shade, making their wearers look Nke flowers and the lobby like a rose garden.” On the other side of the lobby the young men were collected. Not to noisy as the girls, these college boys. I noticed that lots of them wore dinner jacketa—“Tuxedos,” I think they're called. An@—curious enough—each man ea | held TWO programmes, his own end that of the lady he had brought to the dance. ‘ My partner handed me my programme, every dance of which wag “nied.” & on “Bat—d haven't met the owners of these names,” I said, quite puted “Maybe they won't want to dance with me. They're strangers, Don't" touch : ten years in the dye pot only has ad-| of a warm color, as old rose oF red PIFFLE ! bart terdbesh Slam athens dames hima ae vertised her age. The face invariably| “The secret of youth is an active | HATE Tt My companion seemed amused. $ looks many years younger if the hair is left gray or white. “Twenty years ago, ‘fair, fat and forty’ was the milestone to be en- countered by every woman. If you Wooked pleasant and comfortable that was enough. You could roll in fat amd grow old in peace sitting in the chimney corner knitting. No one thought of saying to you: ‘Why don’t ~you reduce? If you puffed when you tried to catch a street car, no one told you to play golf or stop eating potatoes. Fat was fate in those days and no more to be changed than a crooked nose or gray hair or big feet. “Fat makes a woman look her age more than anything else. Between forty and fifty the woman who allows weight to remain high is running Tore danger of an early demise than she would if she contracted typhoid fever. Each of us has an ideal ieht which it is perfectly easy to obtain and still easier to retain. The woman | of forty should weigh from ten to! twenty pounds more than she did at| eighteen, but when this ten or twenty mind. Many a woman muttiplies her G@ge because her brain is in a rut. intellectual back number doubles her age. must take an interest in the things about you. Get enthusiastic! It will not hurt you to get quite excited in your enthsiasm once in a while. It js the dull, prosuic life tived without interest that ages one. You need a change. Take a vacation! Takesome exercise! Never mind what the neigh - bors say. Do the things you would Nke to do and keep your youth.” On the other hand, as the doctor explains, there is such a thing as overspeeding when one has passed two-score birthdays. Just to prove to yourself and’ your neighbors that you are not tottering on the brink of the grave it is unnecessary for you to run upstairs or after street cars. “There are three things,” reads thi warning in “The Woman of Fort: “that we must learn to avoid as we grow older: hurry, physical overstrain My BAcK SMOKE on America,” he said. I didn’t see. And the scheme was as follows: etter of Mr. Jones's name ocourred his own with the deprived Smith, pretty soon IT was enlightened. All around the ballroom were hung the letters of the alphabet. "Ste young men (with their partners) stood below the letter which correspondell with the first letter of their names. After the first dance was finished tie “exchanging of partners” commenced. i “This Ailing in of programmes before @ dance is quite customag?’ te “We ‘exchange’ dances, you see.” maby our If Mr. Jones had “swapped” a dance with Mr. @mith, then—since the, drat earlier in the alphabet than the first letter in the classio name of Smith—it was Jones's duty to dash with tits lady to the mystic letter “S," seize Mr. Smith's fair partner, while depositing 4.8 ‘This entertained me vastly. We've nothing of this sort in England. Our young men are so spoiled. They believe in the transposal of a métts, “NOND BUT THE FAIR DESERVE THE BRAVE.” * And the result is that in Engiand the homely girls are generally whll- flowers, decorating the walls, and left to languish with the chaperons. An item nglish ballroom is a eruel place for those who are not attractive. ot Bounds fe doubled she has passed be- | Sn meniay excitement, such aa anger! | FIAND HE GIVE ME But in America it's all quite different, ‘The Iady’e escort fixes up Her yond the efficient weight.” vf adam ‘And, of course, the remedy for this|_ With your physical and mental YOuR WORD programme for her. condition is controlled by that old firm, Diet and Exercise. “A young girl can wear almost any make of corset or no corset at all and look well, but the average woman of mature years mwill improve her ap- earance by a corset that fits her Rgure corregtly. ‘This is true also of the shoe. which should be fitted to the individual foot that in mature years has assumed decided lines and | is not easily molded to the shape of the shoe as Is the foot of a young girl. | “fn planning her clothes the woman | of forty should remember that dig- nity is her strong point, for dignity woes with maturity, and forty is ma- turity, Do not try to be kittenish at| forty, for you only serve to make yourself ridiculous and reveal that you never have developed mentally beyond the childhood stage. ‘Middle-aged women are inclined to fam into a habit of wearing dull, | unbecoming colors: especially is this wue of quict, retiring women. If you health conserved, with your energy and ambition undimmed, there i# little you may not accomplish at two- score. “If you think some other woman is attracting your husband,” challenges Dr. Lowry, “wake up beat her at her own game.” Now that you have time to be something besides the mother of small children you have time to make your husband fall in love with you ail over again, fany women have won professional success after forty—Amelia Barr, the » did not start writing till she as our author points out “Perhaps th is mo person better qualified for community work than i the woman of forty and over. The world needs her and her mature effort. With the best and most fruit- ful years of her life yet before her, she now has time to give to outside interests the attention she could not possibly have given when she had the of a growing family. OF HONOR You’ll fall in love with “ Bab” at the start. She’s Five minutes later Barbara Murphy emerged from the dressing room. It was evident that she practised what after listening to your verbal clash with the lady at the door of the dress- ing-room."" “I'm goin’ to Dusty Bend,” said the girl, “and I've been given to under- und by the chief chauffeur of this “Sure. Restaurant—men named George Scrim runs the dump.” Justin Garret threw back “hia head to dre. Sh She makes an effort. And she dances “like a streak.” more vivacious. there was more enthusiasm at this mort “Swell.” “On!” “A dozen gwell residences that date At this delightful college ball last night the principal etinrulant was— ICE CREAM! But, far into the “wee, sma’ hours,” I'm safe in saying that And in an American ballroom one doesn't seem to eee a eingle unattrad. tive girl, That fact amazes me. The American girl, of course, knows how 80 well groomed. Her clothes are chosen with such care, and exactty suit her type. She studies all the important little details thet the English girl is apt to overlook, and the result ie wonderful, Soe * ‘Then too she’s #0 VIVACIOUS. She “works” to entertain her partner, She isn’t languid, blase or bored, as our London society girls too often yre She dances exquisitely, She encetes every dance. Her sheer vitality—“pep,” as you call it—is enormous. At London balls champagne, claret and other “pep-givers” flow pretty, freely. But not ¢o in America, And yet it strikes me that the girle here a¥e an was ball than in anything of the sort im England, less “sitting out,” a hundred times more pep and dash and verve, smiles and laughter—on ICE CREAM! and they were drawn down, The door also had a shade drawn, and was locked, There wes @ deserted : she preached, and did not believe “Well, @ person can't keep up to truck that we get there at elght- and laughed lightly; and tken he from the old boom days, stores and . a regular guy and a good pal all the time, and } °' ‘keeping the other Women waising, concert pitch all the time,” Barbara thirty, And” then ime: for the cats, chuckled dcop eed cada ae tice salooaa End glided paleora of chanee, look tag dle gener ne i. ob, >; She was transformed. No man would explained. “You see, it’s early in the And it'll be free eats, because I'm a man who i unable to control ie E ‘Must funeral, this story of how she tamed the wild men ae) fe pretty, but there was morning yet. v goin’ there to Work in @ restaurant.” merriment. * oned and divers and sundry tent- Wild West town will give you more laughs than you’ve had in a month before. Copyright, 1919, By W. J, Watt and Company something attractive about her. He clothes had not been purchased on Fifth Avenue, yet they had atyle. And albout her tiny, vivacious person Was that intangible something that stamped her as from Broadway as “Have you far to go?" he asked. “In a—what did you say?" the joke?” Barbara Murphy ut me wise to the merry Jost. Don't hog it!” “Pardon me. Suppose you tell me all about it?" houses.” The train was following a great curve now, and in the distance, through the heat waves, Barbara Mur- phy caught her first glimpse of the town, but there Ain't any crape on* the door,” Barbara told herself. Be She grasped the knob of the door and rattled it gently. The hot-sun was pouring down upon her. She P “About what—my job? Why, there Dusty, unpainted, sun-baked—it Tattled the door again, noticing that 6 SNT the sea rough this morning!” exclaimed Barbara Murphy, as bia fo io had been printed was an advertisement in 9 New York was stretched before her ir rd an audience had gathered in the m1 ther curve, and soac! \ sip newspaper sayin’ that this George ugliness. She saw ramshackle build- se the the train dashed around another curve, and the coaches and Pull- She nodded to the waiting women, Boren tad ig romataee in Dusty Bend, ines with heaps of tin cans behind oe hele taleaneadibay. | mans rocked and swayed like drunken things, distributed smiles generously, and tn tat aa T them. fhe aay others that had ween street: Once more she propped ‘herself securely against the wall of the tripped lightly down the aisle, Mrs. up to date New York woman eee ceserted long before, and were mere A corner of the door-ehade was Pullman car and regarded the door of the ladies’ dré ‘ssing-room with some- ‘ illiam Wilkes, seeing her ap- thing of scorn and a great deal of sarcasin in her manner, She had @ new Window and Barbara Murphy emitted He wanted to have some style about Sid wcorched by the wun. ait, the eves of @ man scrutinising-er. traveling-bag in one hand and a bundle of clothes beneath one arm. Her und went on to her own seat, she ataered Hea avertiwoment onic. 1 warning, and the porter etpped bes THEO he bens the sez sarees Shee auburn hal’ was hanging down her back in a single gigantic braid. She glanced through a window too and Month to start. He even sent me rail, Se Barbara Murphys seat and manhaeinetie maces. poe. ep wore a kit pno of startling cerise. mw the country unrolling before het. road and Pullman tokets and money PKed up der new travelling bag. | her travelling-Dig, . “That di'he in there must be makin’ up for a character part," she went jeatewares deeeie over te tn endless for eats along the way. Ain't that all aigie and into the vestioere Mem. ce “What's wanted?” asked « thtyid to say, er audience being three wome © also were cager to 6 © phalanxes and here and ¢ a narrow, ner y cally VOCs. tlle drearilip-room ‘and ‘make iuemsclves presstacle foe, the deg: ene uaIAxeR and here and there a narrow, “It appears to be.” Garret repited, ‘ner Again ‘Bawara. fought (im looking for @ man namad been in tk re for more than half an hour by my wrist-watch. tant hills like a dirty, khaki-colored chuckling again as he glanced across the tears, and called herself a Gevige Serm. ia the man, “Kindly be takin’ ‘bawth in the toothbrush-bowl; or else she’s washin’ out her ribbon Barbara Murphy looked in the aisle ut her. Nittle fool for feeling a sort of pre- come in.” ¥ handker. \ fs. Ain't there supposed —— _ met vain for a touch of green, for water, Then why give me the laugh? monition that all was not well. , She °° ! ‘This is like a chunk out of to be somigmore of a time limit on this. ine eyebrows in the most approved nan habitation. Why hand me a bunch of chuckles?” had @ good job, didn't she? “And y.Snii, This.i# Bike a chunk, oti ot thing? \ hion, y Hook!" she gasped Barbara demanded. “Why the pro- wasn't afrald of any man or woman (a0, Nim neti | Diertnre come eae One of t \women standing behind ecuae Have vou eal Clea ce one ta longed and qay Durst of mirth? Ans thes walked the earth, wae she? so oa9a to'lithe Heroate: i Ancmaee her giggle, Barbara Murphy's line i. Balt bh ba: there a man in this Dusty Bend place Well, then ae + etop. that this was a restaurant. (Why bd, re a Nee orem! and a You ‘The gentleman sitting across the TRS Sethe) BOVSEN ENO PUR aT ut esas pt a oP. ain't it open? why ain’ the dear \ \ h don't happen to be one of them movie ais glanced at her, cleared his olin ; citizens feedin’ cakes and coffee: to wut we to voice. * oy ” ground and took her tae from the ” threat and enois: There i, and he does,” Justin Gar- 8? f ae et their innards At thk ont the door of the “(Mae a annoying nil! lean aan ane nte de in mally MrarORe ret replied, ceasing his laughter with Portera hand. The enxine gave & “She dropped the bag to the fleor, dressing | \\ “was jerked open, and gnitred other, glancing around country,” he’ explained, tailing at difficulty fuahed oh teward the West.’ ‘T!" put her fists against her hips, and in it therd pracaed a inp aaive ¥ and failing to find it. her, “When a person once gets “But [may remark that the Grand Men oo aan te narrow, crooked, Blanced around, ~ woman. \ B tall, and broad of n car is so dendocratic. I to it it is the greatest countr entral Station of Dusty Bend is an: 4 She oy ; “I—I'm sorry you've come,"\ he sipuces. 4 ba of bust, and rather William Wilkes, the 80-49 A © greatest c thas painted 2Usty street, and watched the Httle gaig 4 p' sy iam es, the 80- the world * whinkwinds and and dust and lit. “!&., ” Ps . * Ricki \n boven waren r of Dusty Bend, and not PRarbara looked at him, square, a delicate green » traina have ® ton Ghe tele ‘the hot breath of tho _ “What's that?" she cried. “Didn't steel as au, omaixed Barbara with Uknown in Denver 1 assur stopping her gum-chewing for an In- habit of stopping now and then—tf burning desert sun, and noticed the YOU send me tickets and money and ates! ag Sivakuete a you that I am be quarreling stant, She saw a man of perhaps there are any Sassengers to g8t 08 warned planks of the platform be. Promise mis a Job in this eatin Joint? “T am auit re,” she said, speak- With you" ¥ thirty-five and not unhandsome or off” neath her feet DU can’ 4 ” Se ua q aor Phe Sob SPOR. | Hy Well, I'm Barbara Murphy, Tarbara Murphy eculd read men, and Huh r eelicchain she en ¥eu,camt understand.” Scrim told ce at the, &r fashionable pitch, Smetimes called ‘Broadway Bab’ by she decided that here was one’ who There is a cinema-palace adjoin- gue 've gone and got mea job thee | De thin voloe. 7 ery at I regrduambexceedingly if you nd not unknown In cer- was not attempting to flirt, and who ing the livery stable" — on the rim of he ean ok been forced to wait a few min- ‘4 : e nee Avenu€ might be able to give her some in ; TrAneAle, pina, beginning with = ~ spilt we ok to me like you are, : ne reply may Ye- formation the fourth wor CHAPTER IL. 5 ; eat” na passing—if you'll ki “A movie theatre.” 2 Do Not Miss To-morrow’s Instaliment , pam; giinuteat. Ive ameqi" Dare Mere 1 paselnacac | you'll > Kindly F from bein’ the prem agent ane Beets AMBILY ehe looked about for | ss==e==eemmnmeamnenemene omnes vast grmy of young female perso: 2 sett Regie o Bn “Ig it the real dirt and all that sort ‘ant a a nay. » > j who are compelled ‘to arige at the but if you're No. 1 of its Four eeruinee Jt was an unpainted buiding For a Soft,’ Smooth Skin ; Peay Pe Niner o Te te mae Cay. “I like it immensely! Allow me with a weather-beaten front. Rub VELOGEN well into your face and a shop and avoid being—er—I believe jarbara Murphy tos: my pee Justin Garret, I'm a sort it had a door in the centre, and a wipe gently with soft towel just beforo & that you call it ‘fred ; head, entered the dre sing Too! oF ¢ iL Suatneee silt A CORNER OF THE DOOR-SHADE WAS LIFTED CAUTIOUSLY, “I pie the manager gets int mY wide window on either side of the going out on a chilly or windy day, Then t “If you mean that you take it I'ma slammed the door bohinc u'd etter be etvil!” AND SHE COULD SEE THE EYES OF A MAN SCRUTINIZING HER, cated and forgets to open up. ‘The \.., cron : ee how soft and amooth it makes agit workin’ girl you're takin’ it correctly," fe other women grinned whil ‘That is an awful pun! he ac- THEN SHE HEARD THE KEY TURNED IN THE LOCK, AND TH main and only strect of Dusty Bent 10°F neroes fen: Sine eS feu eae —— Ton will be samebands Barbara Murphy replied, "Workin’ is G. William | Wilkes stalked = ma- cused. "It goes to show that @ man DOOR WAS OPENED A SCANT SIX INCHES. BARBARA PICKED UP is half a mile long, and on \t aro a Sign that rea my graft. What's yours?” Jestically down the aisle of the car i9 a fool to hope. I had expected HER TRAVELLING BAG. dosen pretentious residences”—— SCRIM'S RESTAURANT, Better than cold cream, aged the wine aft?” questioned be other, lift- to her section. something better of you, especially “WHAT'S WANTED?” ASKED A TIMID VOICE, “Just before residences, please.” ‘There were ehades at the windows, preaching, turned to look through a ager and head wuitress, and all that, wrecks now, battered by the winds lifted cautiously, and she could sge way. At your druggist, 25 cents « tube,