The evening world. Newspaper, June 7, 1920, Page 17

€ MONDAY, | Suppose the Proposed Girl: You } To Asked “Do You Want “Must I Quit My Job? “Do I Lose My Individuality?” _ Children? oe 7 HAT is tho first of three inter- esting questions answered by id Margaret Culkin Banning, tn Yor novel of up-to-the-minute ro- ™mance, “This Marrying,” published “vy George H. Doran, " Anybody who has watched the love Kffairs of the Modern Girl realizes hat for her the intoxication of moon- yht is certainly not over % of 1 per ont that her Cupid is more likely to ‘ carry’ a questionnaire than bows and \ arrows. Or, as Mrs. Banning puts . it: "So many girls have preliminary problems before they marry—so many Courtships are painful, harassed af- fairs these days—so many moonlit * |onights are spent” (she might have written ‘“spotlt") “in putting ques- tions which do not read, ‘Will you love me always? but ‘Will I be able to maintain my, individuality?" Or if she doesn't say tHat, she says, “After we're married, are you going fo be boss?” “I've always earned my you let me keep “Do you expect me to 70 my own work?" “Do you want children?” Yet the explanation is simple and ‘even reassuring. The New Courtship —a sort of Higher Catechism, as it wete—doubtiess is the result of the New C.quette, the very latest thing in. flirts, points out Mrs. Badning. “Perhaps the modern substitute for the coquetry of the old-fashioned woman before marriage,” she writcs, “ja the introduction of ‘problems’ {ato her tove-making. ‘The man still courts—. little ore discreetly than he used to, but much after the same Plan—bit whereas the woman of a’ Generation ago was supposed to lead him a whimsical chase, now giving, now withdrawing her favor, retusing @o admit her teelings, the typical an of to-day is apt to admit her feelings readily enough but she pre- ludes her submission to them by the introduction of a host of ‘problems.’ “Sometimes It is the problem of whether she wants to have children at Sort of Love Does the Modern Woman Want Anyhow? By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Gonyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Broning World.) What Is the New Courtship—and Why? or not—sometimes the question of giv’ Up a separate wage-earning existence, sometimes a theory against the inequality of marital concessions, sometimes this, sometimes that. One wonders if the whole thing 1s not a t of the old feminina prac- ing with a man from be- hind a feather-fringed fan, “Formerly women teased their lov- ers for assuradces of perpetual love, The woman now, more wise, more hon- est, more sceptical, too, about per- petuat love, puts a different face on LA aS CUPID IS VERY MUCH INTERESTED IN LEARNING JUST WHAT THE ROMANTIC MODERN WOMAN DESIRES, her questlon. She asks: ‘And if this love does not turn out well, what then? Shall I be wrecked?’ " What Sort of Love Does the Modern Girl Want? Mrs. Banning has a wise answer to that question: “Each of us loves his or her ov kind of love. I've known People w.o found greatest delight in giving up things for the people they be about. I've known others whose y was in possession of the perso’ loved—and there are people who love by sharing and having children, and people who think that they are enough fo one another in themselves and chil- dren would be an Interference and a hindrance, The point is to find out What you are suited for and to out ou our own job with the right per- What Sort of Love Does the Modern Girl Give? rhe woman of to-day 1s not mfser- an the author of “This Mar- ing.” “Sheshas no idea—not near so much as her old-fashioned aiste of doling out her love. She js @ ma: yellous spender. But she is not a Spendthrift, and she has had enough whing in the economics of life to demand value received, If love is worth while she is capable of giving everything magnificently. If it is not she grudges giving, having put per. manently behind her the theory that woman's lot is pitiful and one of resig- nation, And yet sometimes she does sive everything, knowing it is a gam- ble, just as the girl of the old game ng often enough, even 's ‘love you always’ rang when her I false in he DOING- away Wins] DOUBLESOME THINGS By Sophie Irene Loeb. (Copyright, 1920, by The Pres Publishing Co, \JD(OR about four years, in my log house in the woods, a little squirrel has built his nest in a Corner of the house just over my Ddedroom. For ¥eur years every morning thet Mittle squirrel would start about 5 or 6 o'clock to eat his ‘breakfast, roll his muts around and then scamper across the roof. This littie nest % he enugly built between the caves so that it could not be seen. Sev- eral times we en- avored to find e hole by ‘ar from the Benin yeareotas “Fhicn he entered was lace that he made his home, but without success, » How! suffered from sil: ssness no one can imagine. Every time I spoke ‘f it to those about, they laughed it ff as a joke and the thing was for- gotten. But early in the ntorning, just when I wanted to sleep the most, I Aisturbed. I continually put off doin something about it, forgetting al- ways that the morning was to come @nd that the disturbance would come Just the saine. , Came the day when I could tear it no longer. There were hours of en- Yereed wakefulness, and { determined that not another day should pass urtil { bad found the exact piace and had made Mr, Squirrel move his abode @isewhere than over my bedrooin, ‘When I finally did go to work, do- termined not to quit until I found st, was only a very short time until [ Iscovered the exact spot. We took ut the nuts, put them on the roof where he could get them, and nailed up the sure, presuming that he would realise that he was dispossessel and would go to live in the nearby woods where there are thousands of pluces for him and where he would not dis- Pa man «ot tm the eat bs / (Tho Now York Evening World.) tage that always “stuck,” Everybody who came wotild pull at it, bul the day for getting it fixed was forever put off, How many people suffered, though momentarily, cannot be esti- mated. It tool a canpenter ten min- 0 fix tt. © little incidents gave me con- plo food for reflection. How such trifles have given great annoyance, and we have just pushed them aside, thinking we would attend to them some time, In every one’s home there are some such trifling things as this that give endless trouble and annoyance, but which we do not realize until some y they are brought foretbly to our atiention, ¢ ‘These are the unbearable trifles that we prt up with, thinking that they re only trifles, and letting them go at that But have you ever stopped to con- sider that it is such seemingly small urrences that really enter into disposition and make one irrita- ble If you were to be asked the cause of ur irritation, you would hardly be- ileve that it was some petty miatter with which you have been dally con- fronted—a matter that could be ad- justed in so short a apace of time and forever settled. Just think of it! For four years 1 up to the country and passed the night there. My rest was misera- ‘bly disturbed because I did not take the time to ascertaln the cause and eliminate it. ‘There 1s tho philosaphy of it all In “ nutshell--to find the source of the trouble and get rid of It Not only is this the case with things, but also with people. Very of ten people for years live next to neighbors that they do not lke and then through some unforeseen occur. rence they have mo away and found a great sense of relief Often one has to deal with another lity he dislikes very Yet somehow one dc not shake jiim off, The thing to do {8 to put out of one's life people and things that ‘irritate Happiness may only be attained by getting at (he root of unhappiness and eradicating it. The same old “ounce of prevention” will save the “pound of curo” and Will preserve the peace of mind _The D (th Rest! | Copyright, 66 (-Y RACIOUS! cried Mrs. Jarr, clutching Mr, Jarrs arm. “Now, don't you turn around and look, for if you do she will see us. It's that awful Mrs. Jenkins,” she added by way of ex- planation as she drew friend husband out of the swarm of shoppers storm- ing the shoe sale to a counter where snowy draperies formed @ sheltering bower, Then, seeing that the lady In ques- tion was likely to pass them on her way to the third floor—oilcloth, rugs, Picture frames, schoo] supplies, chil- dren's shoes, hats, harness, toys and ladies’ suits—Mrs. Jarr pounced out on her exclaiming: “Why, my dear Mrs. Jenkins! Were you going to pass me by without speaking?” And then the two ladies kissed each other and remarked in the same breath: “How well y@i are looking! You are not as stout as you were. What ex- ercises are you taking?” Neither lady made any reply to the questions, but plunged at once into a babble of talk as to how the children were, how the weather }-d been, what trouble they had latiy with servants, and how high everything was. Finally Mrs. Jarr turned to M Jarr and asked sharply, “Don't you see Mrs. Jenkins?” “L have been bowing to her for the last ten minutes while you two have been telling each other the s.orles of your lives!” grumifed Mr. Jury. “Oh, T'll be bound you'd say that!" said Mrs, Jarr, sharply, and then, turning to Mrs. Jenkins she re- marked: “You mustn't tke any notice of him, my dear. He | witively makes me ashamed of him the way he goes mooning around, nt seeing anybody—at least not secing the kind of people it is a pleasure o know. Now if it were some of his chums— but there! What's the use of saying anything? The men are ali «like. Then, after luncheon in tic store restaurant, the ladies began dragging Mr, Jarr around the place in on orgy of shoppmg, in which h ladies prodigiously ordered goods |) ve sent home “oollect"-~to be refused when brought to them—they cai: to the parting of their ways, after lie most ‘dial invitations to visit © °h other and spend the day “Dd you ever seo such « man? asked Mrs. Jarr ‘as she ok Mr, Jarr’s arm and ted him out of hear- ing. “The idea of her expecting. us ever to go out again to East Mularia, that terrible suburban place where Nivea! | thoneht we'd never get eid of er, And, you were wotty } * The darn, [aapily 1920, by Tho Prose Publisilng Co, (The New York Evening World). enough to ask her to lunch with us 4nd to pay for all she ate! 1 wish you had listenéd to me and let her pass Us, Instead of springing out on her.” “You get out!" said Mr. Jarr, “f was keeping hid all right; you dragged me out and intercepted her.” “Well, I was afraid she might have seen us pass her up and told her hus- band, and he might have made trouble for you at the offtee, because he's just that kind of man! One has to be civil to that sort of people when their husbands work where your husband does. But she's a woman I despise and I have no use for that sneak of a husband of hers, either!" “What did you invite her to come to see us for, then?” asked Mr. Jury My goodness!” replied Mrs. Jarr. “I have to be polite! She well knows I didn't mean it!” Copyright; 1920, by The Prow Publiah th New York Brening ovr 77 AY," said Lucile the Waitress, S as the Friendly Patron res- cued the bill of fare from the floor, “we had a politician in here a while ago. I know he was a politi- clan because he offered to split the tip with me. Oh, he was a rare bird! He takes a seat at the counter and begins to chew up his newspaper. “Keep it up’ I says. ‘You'll prob'ly get more nourishment out of that paper than you will out of our wares” “He's been dreaming, and he comes to with a start. ‘I’m so nervous!’ he says. ‘Tim a political worker, and conditions have got me all upest.’ “You act | L A PIQUANT SUMMER DRESS HAT Pa a Were, This Charming a oe Dress Hat Is * 2 Designed In Blue Taffeta. The.Only Trim- ming Is a Flat Bow of Black Velvet Ribbon. 1920, by ‘The Proms Publishing Co, like you worked on the , | YO tine Waitress DUDLE Literary Digest,’ I says. ‘But we'll let that pass. Why have politica got you nervous? “ ‘Because,’ he tells me, ‘I got a idea some dark horse will be nominated for President in Chicago,’ “Well, I says, all to the merry, ‘it a dark horse wins we'll most likely have a stable government.’ “Av, bring me deans! out, It gets me sore, “ll get you beans’ I says, ‘and when you eat them I'll have my re- venge, IL know them beans well.’ “I do a jazz step to the kitchie- kiteh, and when I coma back he ts in 4 much more joculitor mood. “‘Evidently, he says, with a «mile, ‘you don’t know what a dark horse is’ “True, 1 don't,’ I admit. ‘1 was born after thé livery stable age. Now, & dark auto would be one with its blans doused.’ “‘In politics,’ he says, ‘a dark horse 1s a candidate who suddenly comes into prominence.’ “But does he know he’s a dark horse?’ 1 avk. ‘‘Aw, being me some ketchup! he growls. “I get dt for him gladly, knowing it's sour, and then I decide this bird needs iff word or so. ‘Say, mister,’ I says, ‘who asked to start @ politiclan school in anyway? You come in tallang about black horses and other quader- pids, and Whea I repiy you gimme an “aw.” Be pleasant or I'll reckermend the app to you and get you into The next time you bring a dark horse in here just keep it dark, will you? he sings you “He smiles and eats for a brief period. When he's through he says tome: ‘What's the usual Up you get? ne dubs hand me a dime,’ I says, ‘but most gentiomen slip mo w quarter! )' he says, ‘you couldn't call a MAN as grouchy 4s me a gentleman. Guess I'm a dub. I'll split it with you. After I pay for this lovely meal atl I'll have ieft (8 @ nickel. “He shoots the fitney and beats it” Lucile waited on another diner Returning, she said: “That guy couldn't 'n’ been 8o much of a politi pall Patron. “Well,” came from Lucile, “did you ever see a regular politician down to his last nickel? Not on your Uncle may f asked the Friendly fps {| MONDAY, JUNE 7 Many a Clarence Looking for Work Will Have ; ‘Gold Bonds Thrust in His Hands to Sell When He Really Should Have a Wheelbarrow Pushed at Him, By Neal R. O’Hara, Comrright, 199, by The Prone Publishing Co. (The New York Mventng World.) things cause atmospheric going to be hopeless without an disturbances ifke April Suctioneer’s license. The oddrs of roses and roquefort are es much as pone eee ane line en'4 arndent. thnk, nl eee sraduaten, 18 © cnsore and 0 eradeate that wialanl? few days now, tho Siwash boys will A sep that’s spent four years grab thetr degrees’ and commence thinking according to Homer or making faces at the world. It's a playing according to Hoyle has way they have. After forty-cight wwell jounce waiting for him ip bis’ hours of commencement hocus- pocus any college guy is willing to meet the world half-way with the sheepskin banner in one-hand and the secret frat grip in the other. . If there are world problems to be nolved, theories to be righted or movements to be pushed, the fresh crop of alumni a@ré right on the job. auest for a Good Posish, The dope on ancient Greek and modern ‘gambling won't aid in shipping # bolt of gingham. Nor will the dope on Shakespeare's sonnets make & ledger clerk out of a soft-boiled egg, An Archie that's been all the way from the Trojan War to trigonom- The World Saye to the College Graduate: “Show MEI” It is traditional that the new- crowned Bachelor of Arts shall have enthusiasm for all things but work. ‘The trouble with colleges to-day is that they teach you What To Be instead of how to be it. A smart latin student can tell you how to read @ proscription, but he’s dumb on how to get one. A lot of well informed A. Bs can talk Greek morning, noon and night, but few of ‘em can eat as regular as that. ‘Too many ‘wise Alecs will hunt for the square root of 4,781,225 when they ought to be chasing the root of all evil. The colleges seem to forget that Plato has no connection with the Pay Pnvelope, Science .and Classics should be spelled with en $andec. Plenty of bright Alexanders that should lead their class in history have only led it in chee's, The trouble with rah-rah-rah acrobatics is that they only count when there's something to cheer for. And you can't expect an ex-cheer-leader to follow his trade when $12 {fs all he gets each week to yell about. Tf @ guy has to be in the alr for his health, then leading the cheers isn't wasting time, But @ yell mas- ter that faces the frosty world is butter and eggs and still be as quiet 4s @ correspondence school campus. But in spite of all that, the eol- leges will soon release their edu: cated dumb-bells on a world that can hardly protect itself. Many a Clarence looking for work will have gold bonds thrust in his hands to gell when he really should have a wheel- barrow pushed at him. There is a tradition that all col- lege guys become bond salesmen before they snap out of their state of coma, just like the non-college guys are carpenters and bricklayers, | The colleger sticks to selling bonds till he gets hep to the fact that it’s bricklayers he’s selling ‘em to! Whereupon the Masons’ Union in!- tiates a new and valued member, and there’s a bond job open to the next fancy hathand that staggers in from commencement. Labor adjusts itself at last. A college graduate has learned nothing till he looks over the modern wage scale. The first thing ‘he learns after leaving college ts that he made a mistdke in entering. In- stead be should have gone to work— which is the college where the walk- ing delegates are the cheer leaders. And get paid for it! ' Mr. O'Hara will cover the Chicago convention for The Evening World and write in his inimitable humorous vein his observations of the high spots, Watch for them, They will be a treat! $ e TE that bull outside!” T But in case some one insists on dragging him in, we picture here the famous “Hot Air the Invention of Billy War- necke, a photographer on the staff of ‘The. Bvening World. When the bars closed along Park Row some of the boys decided that The Evening World Photograph De- partment would be a fine place to hang out. They'd come in, borrow the makings from Billy, rest their feet on his dewk and tell the story of their life. They would also chirp their opin- ions about Prohibition and who'd be the next President. : The simple invention of "The Hot Air Metre” Hay settled all this, It is a pleee of cardboard, painted to represent a barometer, A move- able elastic tape runs through the top and bottom of the card, Half the tape is white, the rest ts dyed red. When all is silent the barometer rests at zero, only the white showing. But when the gvofs who bat high in the conversational league get into high, or the movie actor friends start tell- ing about their salaries, or the hard- boiled exg laments the passing of the free lunch, or the commuter tells how big the tomato vines are in his back- yard, some one steps quietly over to the metre and pulls up the red tape to “oon,” “hot air" or “same old bunk.” “It's not that I'm a drinking man. T can touch it or leave {t alone, But it's the principle of the thing—it’s that I don't like being told what I've got to eat and drink”~-says the fam- ily off can. Bill steps over to the wall and pulls the tape. Slowly the red in the barometer begins to rise. And when the f. 0, c notes it he suddenly shuts up and it's ® great {nvcatien, mea. No office should ‘without | etry can tell all he knows about,