The evening world. Newspaper, March 24, 1920, Page 21

No Eight-Hour Work Day For Mother Josepha, Who - Directs 1,500 Sisters of Charity In Her First Interview Mother Josepha Tells Evening And Every Woman a Venus,— The Key Is “Dynamic Symmetry” ‘According to the Secret Formula of Proportion, By Maurice Ketten Coprright, 1920. Fram Duiwéning Co, von) York Evening ‘The rte New Poor Little Income! — “Your Shape Is Right be Right. ow EW HAVEN, March 24.—Are you $ an Apollo? ™ Are you a Venus? » Probably not. And probably—for I ‘@m cure you possess the average hare of human vanity—probably you have studied your redundant curves, ‘or your uncomfortably acute angles, sand yearned to measure up to the ‘andards of male or female lovell- fees which the Greeks imposed on the tmaginations of the world 90 “Many centuries ago. “Cheer up. Take another look at *Youreeif in the glass and realize that fo Greek statue has anything on you. For, according to the very newest stheory of artistic symmetry, the the- ory which even now is corrugating wome of the loftiest brows in the 6 “ ‘ 4 ' Reeprecal 4707 Rises ot 588, +a vous YOUR SHAPE IS RIGHT IF o¥OUR RECTANGLES ARE RIGHT “anited States and Great Britain, | ere is no ideal figure—or else! ayerybody has an ideal figure. That ‘ts,°every man, unless actually de- formed, is as artistically shaped as tbe Apollo Belvidere. Every woman, ‘Gnless she has a hump, is as natu-| rally symmetrical as the Venus de Ho. vy-Every man his own Apollo, every woman her own Venus! Such is the Hhessage of the New Thought in Art, “whiich its discoverer, Jay Hambidge, | calls “Dynamic Symmetry” —for| John Jones and Mrs. John Jones and me. There is hardly one chance in a hundred that we are not Dynamically tsymmetrical. And if we are, we're “Qu right! wel wont to New Haven especially to reaterrogate Mr. Hambidge about Dy- namic Symmetry, for I had heard <fhat Yale University was taking it up ~m a serious way. Every Y nday at WMr. Hambidge lectures «the Yale grt School. ‘The Yale University \Press is about to publish his book, Dynamic Symmetry," and it is pub- ishing for him an illustrated monthly Gmuagazine, “The Diagonal,” devoted to the exposition of the principles and actice of Dynamic Symmetry, (hether its practice is cutting large- ‘Jy into the time the Yale undergradu- ates now reserve for baseball prac- tice, I take leave to doubt. But just &s common mortals like ourselves are ‘esking each other, “Do you believe ‘%n Ouija?—eo, when members of the Wale intelligentzia meet, they murmur, “Yam told, the cryptic phrase, "Do you “Believe in Hambidge “Dynamic Symmetry,” its discov- Ser explained to me when I found "Bim late in the afternoon at the Yale “press on College Street, “is a sym- Jyetry based on area measurements “instead of Hnear measurements. It is a rediscovery of the principles of Greek design, and probably of the Canon of Polykleitos. * Now, please, Mr. and Mrs, Low- w, don't put down this story and walk coldly away. Of course, you ‘don't know what the Canon of Poly- *Rieitos was. But neither has anybody "Sise been any wiser in the two thou- ‘sand years which have elapsed since Whe death of the Rodin of his day “pad nation, All we have known Is Yihat the great Greek sculptor dis- @overed SOME law governing the pro- rtions of the human body, the symmetrical relationship between trunk, head, arms, legs and between “éach part and the whole. in Now Mr. Hambidge thinks he has veolved the secret formula of pfopor- fon, And in one sentence bis theory ‘can be summed up—your shape is right if your rectangles are right. “For a long time,” he told me, “it ef thought that correct proportion “depended on line. One common rule (Special to The Evening World.) if Your Rectangles Are has been found, on examination, to be true of not more than one man in ten. Nor have we found, after the most careful measurements both of chesic statues and of well-formed, living men and women, any linear measurement of a part—such as the length of the hand or the width of the shoulders—which seems the key or theme of the rest of the body meas- urements, recurring in them as @ multiple or a divisible. After twenty-three years of study, inspired by tbe belief that Greek art and architecture and vases were not an accident of genius, but were built on some lost, natural law of propor- tion, I believe I have found that law. I believe there is a definite mathe- matical relation between area shapes of the human body, that the same relation is used by Nature in the patterning of leaves and the seed ar- rangement of flowers, and that man can use these simple and beautiful proportions not merely in portrait painting and statuary, but tn archi- tecture, furniture and all handicraft work.” As I understand it, and as simply as I can explain it—for Mr. Ham- bidge’s theories involve plenty of higher mathematics and a basic knowledge of the fine arts—he had found that the human body’s archi- tecture falls naturally into a series of rectangles. The drawing used with this story shows a human skeleton partially diagrammed according to| the principles of Dynamic Symmetry, and laid off according to the natural rectangles. In measuring your proportions, ac- cording to this scheme, Mr. Hambidge | first would measure your “over-all rectangle,” that is, your height and your width across the shoulders, Di- Viding the lesser number into the| greater, a ratio or index is obtained.| ‘The same process of dividing the| meapurement of the greater side of each natural rectangle by the lesser| side—as for instance, the width of the shoulders divided by the distance from the top of the head to the shoulders—gives another ratio. A study of these ratios indicates, almost invariably, that a certain ‘number runs through all of them—that is, each is either a multiple or a divisible of the number, which Mr. Hambidge| calls “the human theme.” “And this theme,” he declared, ‘dif- fers for almost every individual, yet the symmetry of ‘each individual merely depends on being true to his or her theme. That every man must look like a statue of Apollo, every woman like a statue of Venus, is mere convention, of which we must rid ourselves. Really, almost every one is symmetrical, and almost every portrait statue or painting would give! both the likeness and the impression of beauty if it were constructed true to the Dynamic Symmetry of the in-| dividual. Every individual has within | him, apart from his mind or soul, something of the godlike and this something is the character perfection contained in his symmet Now you never knew that before, | did you? i PA SAID WE NUST CUT ouR EXPENSE IN Two ° — PRAYERS THE DAY oF RECKONING | SEE SOMETHING WHAT ARE You } GOING To Da To (ME UTTLEINConE? SToP HOWLING! DIDN'T You ah GET 4 RAISE! ' The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Coprteht, 1030, by the Press Publishing Co, (Toe New York Evening World.) eC) > ; State Secrets Finally Come to Light H ‘" ; cried Mr. Jarr as he felt for his wallet. “Here's this) letter you gave me the other day.” “The other day!” exclaimed Mrs. Jarr, “The other day! Why, it was last Friday—no, not last Friday, be-| cause last Friday I had a woman in by the day helping clean house, and got till after 10 o'clock and then sat down and ate up she never here all the corned beef I had left over to hash, and telling me about her husband the hospital, and she didn’t half clean things. “Well, I was going to say”—inter- rupted Mr. Jarr, “Oh, don't anything!" said Mrs, Jarr. been carrying that letter in your pocket for a w because it was last Wednesday—no, make in say “You've let me see—was it Saturday or Tues- day “It doesn't matter what day it was,” said Mr. Jarr, “but if you want to know for sure, it was day before yesterday when you’ gave it to me, and last night you were over at M Rangle’s and got home so late I was asleep and I didn't want to wake you to tell you, and so I will admit I forgot about it till now’— “I used to think it was a joke to read those things in the comic papers about men forgettting to mail their wives’ letters, and yet it isn't the first time you have done this with me, and it shows plainly how little you think of me and how little you care for me. It surely has placed me in a very embarrassing position.” “{'m trying to tell you if you only will let me"— began Mr. Jarr again. all “Oh, you can tell me anything if nef symmetry preached by artists was hat a man's height should equal the pan of big outatretched arms. That I'll only, let you, and you think I'll be- lieve it. Come to think of it now, I don't believe you did forget to mail it, I think you did it on purpose just so I wouldn't ask you to do things for me. I even put it in your pocket my- self and told you not to forget to mail it, as it was most important.” “Lf you had told me who it was for when you told me you put it in my pocket and I casually asked you, it would have been ali right,” said Mr. Jarr, “1 don't see that it was any of your business who it was to!” replied Mrs. Jarr sharply. “The fact remains have been carrying it in your pocket for a month!” “Since day before yesterday, n,” said Mr. Jarr, And never mind!" continued Mrs Jarr, “If it were only to-day I gave it to you, you didn’t mail it, and that shows how little you think of any- thing I ask you to do! I'd have} mailed it myself, only I hadn't a stamp, and if I go to the corner drug | store to buy a stamp the man is always 80 ugly about it because I don't deal with him, as I can do so much better downtown!" “Now, will you ba kind and let me explain?” said Mr. Jarr in a last at- tempt to be heard, “You handed me a letter without a stamp day before yesterday, or rather, you put it the pocket of my coat, ds when you told me it was there I asked you casually who it was for and you told me none of my business.” “So it was,” said Mra, Jarr. “Well,” said Mr, Jarr, “as you for- got to address it after sealing it, 1 thought it best not to put a stamp on it and drop it in a letter box.” you you anatase “Oh, well, it doesn't matter,” said Mrs. Jarr, “it was only some dress samples I was sending to Cora Hickett, and I met her shopping yes- terday, and she said she didn't want them, as she had bought more ma- terial than she needed.” Whereupon Mr, Jarr tore up the tter and then tore up and down the Fables for the Fair By Marguerite Mooers Marshall Copyright, 1920, by the Press Publishing Co. (The New York Even! The Fable of the Easter Bride— Moral: Husbands Are Made that Way It was an Easter Bride— And she stoppeth one of three; “By thy long white veil and glittering eye, Now wherefore stop'st thou me?” And the Easter Bride answered, “I atop you because you look like a Happy Wife How do you do it? How does a woman keep her husband's love?” The Happy Wife spoke with candor, and somewhat after this fashion “[ DON'T keep my husband's love— No wife ever does such a thing! He keeps it himself—by holding it, most of the time, in cold storage; Iam happy because I have forgotten love was ever served fresh, Flavored with moonlight, roses, sentiment and desire. Dear Bride, you, too, may be happy If you will accept the fact that when your husband prom! World.) oat your elbow notice these or the Perhaps DOF thing about them; Husbands are made that way And do not let the tears come to your eyes, Because he tries to convert you to his way of thinking By NOISE, when neither logic nor truth is left to him No Society for the Suppression of Unnecessary Noises Will ever put a muffler on a Husband's Bellow; Husbands are made that way! aple in but he pleasant facts, he 8, at the altdr never says any- The Mayo ¢ IE 3 HE Sweetie Whipple Comedy Players opened a week's en- gagement at Hugus Hall, in to Prebb! Tuewlay because Mayor Cyrus Perkins refused to per- mit them to continue in Delhi, His tion came about as a rosult of an ‘incident that took place at the open- ing show. ‘The Mayor believes it was 4 frame-up engineered by the an} Walker Democrats in the hope of in- juring him in his race for re-election The play was “The Rascal Judge and it went along nicely tor two acts. After the second, however, K. Ells- worth DeLancy, manager of the com- leville pany, steped out before the curtain and before all your wedding guests, angen To love you, ys | Fe considors that lets him out In this final act, ladies and gen- From ever again uttering the word “love in your presence— tlemen, a handsome, middle-aged At least until the day of your deat! man 4 at a desk all the way Yes, it is a long time to wait, but husbands are made t way. through and says noth He is a Don't be hurt when he stops bringing you flowers- friend of the rascal jud, Ny mse Oh mBAarALand why a real woman would rather have red 1ose8| who usually plays this silent role is than a diamond ring Ee so He will continue to buy candy for you sick, and I'm going to ask some gen Recause—especially since Prohibition—he likes chocolates himself. an inthe audience 10) step YP of Don't feel cut to the heart when he never notices the light in your eyes| tage and ait at the desk. Re- member, there is no acting to be done, He y lends dignity to the scene with his prevenc No one volunteered and the man ger continued: “I would like to have your famous Mayor help us by ac- part to-night. Is be mere cepting this present?" “I am,” came from Mayor Walker. Finally, do not torture yourself with the conviction that he loves AN-| «Well, ve a good fellow and help us OTHER out.” Because he talks to YOU with a cigar in the corner of his mouth, Tit do ii” Because he carelessly steers you into a sidewalk puddle, instead of help- . ing you around it; Because on Sundays he resembles the torpid anaconda; Because he cavils at your economies—or your lack of economy; Because he never makes the slightest attempt to amuse you (Are you not married to HIM—what elae do you need amusement?); Because he hoots at your faith in the League of Nations: Because he tells you Mttle lies, to “spare your feelings”—and his own— Lies which you always find out, sooner or later; ® act in the way Because his kisses rival a cash register in automatic Husbands are made THAT way! (Although doubtless they mean well)— Poor deare—and poor us!” ‘The Mayor climbed up on the stage and: bowed, The applause was deat- es and gentlemen," he said, “T n't acted sinee the days of the r Boys' Dramatic Soctety, but I ean play this role, all right.” Manager De Lancy escorted tha Mayor behind the curtain and soon the act began with Mr. Walker seated at tho desk. At one point in the act a young woman, none other than ot Delhi, Monday night, but had to go By Fay Stevenson. Onpprigh!, 1920, by The Dreme Publahing 09, (The New York Brening World.) OTHER JOSEPHA, head of the Catholic Sisters of Charity in New York, gave her first inter- view to The Evening World yesterday afternoon, It was in the reception room at St. Vincent's Hospital that Mother Josepha received me and spoke of the vari- ous Catholic char- ities, the subject nearest her heart. A few days ago announcement was made by Archbishop Hayes of the organiza- tion of the Catho- the Archdioceso of charities of New York, a welfare work which will bring the Catholic charities of three lie boroughs of the city and seven counties of the State under a single direction, and will have the support of 200,000 annual contributors and an income of $500,000 a year. ‘The organization has been in proc- ess of making for nearly a yeur, and is, Archbishop Hayes explains, the re- sult of the lessons of the power of central authority and direction learned during the war. It will have direction of all Catholic charities in the boroughs of Manhattan, Bronx and Richmond, and the counties of Westchester, Dutchess, Rockland, Put- nam, Orange, Ulster and Sullivan. “You wish to hear something about the work of the Sisters of Charity in World Readers About Some of the Charitable ~ Work Accomplished by Women Who Volunteer for Life. ings in this great city, the Charity were pioneers, ever answer any call made on help the needy and the suffering, ready to welcome new workers. fare workers of the present day | hardly realize what were the ships of those early days im the itable life of New York. It strong faith and firm trust ip ¢ providence of God to meet and spr mount the difficulties that beset their path.” . “Which fleld of charity first their attention?” [ asked Mother sepha 0 closely connected are the of phans with the history of the Sisters of Charity of New York, that it seama but right to mention first the orphan asylums,” replied Mother J gentie smile playing about her eo the Archdiocese of New York?" asked Mother Josepha, in her kind, sweet voice. “It is a story of more than 100 years of toll and sacrifice, As you are chiefly interested in the charit- able activities of the Sisters, I shall say nothing of their work in the schools. The interests of New York are very dear to the hearts of the Sisters of Charity, the majority of Whom belong to that city and its en- virons, ‘Their foundress, Elizabeth Ann Bayley Seton, was also a native ot New York. “Many to whom the costume of a Sister of Charity is a familiar sight realize in a very slight degree, if at all, what! these Sisters have done for the charitable institutions of New York during ahe past century. The present generation found them here and does not question when, or where, or why, but takes it for granted they | are here to stay. “In Catholic charitable undertal r of Dethi By Bide Dudley Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co. Mr. Walker’s Attempt to Be an Actor Ends. (Te York Evening World.) i | Sweetie, the leading lady, appeared and pointing to the Mayor said: | “There he is! He's a dear. an evening he ang I have cussed various subjects, he ts sober.” | “Phat’s what we're a’ wonderin’,” {Sang out @ man tn the rear of the | hall, It stopped the play for a moment Then Miss Sweetie continued; “He has such a big heart for us girls. “Oh, boy!” yelled the ma xe Mayor was incensed. He stepped out of his role and said: “Ig Constable Pelee Brown in the hall?" “Right here,” replied the officer. “Arrest that man.” The constable flew at the man, A fight followed in which Brown was knocked down four times, but h d his man by shouting in his ears. The show was fine Many tand dis- 1 wonder if but the Mayor ordered the | any to quit after the final cur- tain. He suspects politica, as the disturber was Hick Hiskey, an anti Walker Democrat is talking There is much indignation. THE EVENING WORLD OULJA EDITOR ASKS ~~ Who put the REAL in United | $Real Estate Owners’ Association? Ones The whole town TRY THISON “4 | Here are two answers to yesterday j question: “Where is Nicky Arnstein | Evelyn Conway—I asked Ouija and Jit told me: “Maybe he took “The | Night Boat’ and is now ‘Beyond the Horizon." rohibitionist-~My Ouija tells Cael ia BEATEN serene) . as she talked. “No work is more dear to the heart of @ Sister than the care of the orphan and the dependent child, This fact is strongly empha- sized in my frequent intercourse with the Sisters in charge of ehild. insfitutions, Each in turn with true mother instinct that children, as she cate them, most beautiful children im the web Mother Josepha paused a moment 8 she thought about this mother love of the Sisters, She he: io mother to 1,500 Sisters, knows all by name, their individual qj ties and characteristics and just work they are doing. a “In which of the charitable works, over which you preside, Mothediare you most interested?” I asked. 7 “They are all equally dear,” Sas me Nicky is in same college, where he ig endeavoring to understand what it means—“The fang of the free and the home of the brave” the answer, “but to me the work of hospitals is one that makes a special appeal to the syspathiea of the human heart. In Catholic pitais a perpetual soul-saving miggion is being carried on. Every Sister js Social Service Worker, a volumteer for life, 4 “Saint Vincent's Hospital is the oldest and the largest in our Seventy years ago, under the pices of Archbishop Hughes, M Mary Angela, with four Sistes Charity, in a little three-story house on East 13th Street, began ¢ work of this hospital. The opeming of this hospital was hailed as a bless- ing to the poor of New York, which it has ever since proved to be.)/Im this hospital a great deal of non-dee~ tarian work is done. w “Of all our charities,” concluded Mother Josepha, “it seems to me {hag the hospitals and the children’s hétes: are the most needed. ‘The good Work done at our hospitals is only written in the book of life. And this is also true of the orphan asylums.” Mother Josepha knows no elght~ hour working day. Her work never stops, Beaides mothering and direct- ing 1,500 Sisters, she is President of thirteen corporations and takes!am active part in all their quarterly meetings. How much New York owes this ot wood Mother and these Sisters of Charity! ei ADVERTISEMENT. 41 The Hair Tonic . of Quality aj ea: lam the final touch to a real shampoo, helping to give back to your hair its life and lustre. i Lactrously yours AT DRUG AND DEP, eG ee Capt Sn + een oe ater - ae