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JUNE 16, 1920 “When a Woman Marries She Prefers a Pretty, Gay Devil Instead of a Granite Soul” Sophie Kerr’s Philosophy. This Woman Novelist Would Rather Be Married to a Burglar Than to a Man Who Eats Pie With His + Knife—To a Pirate Than to One Who Would Never Give Her a Compliment. By Marguerite Dean, Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Rvening World). she gets the chance, woman will always marry A GAY DEVIL, in: id of a Granite Soul! ‘Why? Because love's wireless works that way! And there's the best of chances that she'll live happy ever after, Sophie Kerr and I agreed, when we were discussing that problem so dear to the gossiping piazza philosophors—why a Nice Woman marries a Per- fectly Terrible Man, and how she manages to stand him afterward. In her newest novel, as charming and brilliant as its title, “Paiitted Meadows,” So- pile Kerr analyses this appar- ent enigma with feminine in- sight and humor. For good measure she shows her pretty heroine married a second time (after the tragic death of her good - for - nothing Prince Charming) to a pattern of all the solid virtues—and much less happy than she was be- fore. “A woman,” declared the novelist, when we talked it over in the office of the Wom- an's Home Companion, of which she is managing editor, “always prefers, as lover and husband, the man who is good looking, charming, loving and fovable to the one who is a Plymouth Rock of propriety ‘and probity. “It is from the Gay Devil, the pic- turesque Prince Charming, that the psychic waves, the emotional wire- leas we call love, go out most strong- ly. He has the magnetism, and wom- en fall in love with him for just the same reason that men fall in love with radiantly pretty girls. I sup- pose the basis of it is biological. Cer- tainly there's nothing moral or just about it—the old saw holds true, ‘Kissing goes by favor’” “And you don’t think the woman who marries the Gay Devil is to be pitied afterward?” I asked. “Not a bit of it!" laughed pretty, blue-eyed Sophie Kerr, “A. woman,” she added more sert- ously, “finds it difficult to forgive unfaithfulness, But aside from that, ehe can stand a whole lot of selfish- Andolence, irresponsibility, childish temper, failure in practical affairs, petty untruthfulness, if her husband is gay, amiable, affectionate, charming. Oh, I think almost any woman in her heart would rather be married to this type of man than to some stodgy, respectable creature who makes a lot of money.” “After all, nine-tenths of Ufe is made up of little moments and little emergencies,” I said, “and in these moments charm, sweet temper, laughter, demonstrative affection are what count most. It’s only once in & great while that the tragic, rock- ribbed virtues are really needed. So the man without them can succeed in making you happy most of the time—if he has the so-called super- ficial attractions.” “Which are virtues too,” she point- ea out, “and the most livable ones. I personally had rather be married to @ burglar than to a man who eats ed be > SOPHIE KERR pie with his knife, to a pirate than to one who would never give me a compliment “When people say of any woman, ‘How can sho stand that. perfectly terrible husband of hers?’ the answer is that, to her, he isn't terrible at all, that he comes home and makes love to her, telis her how young and pretty she looks, explains, with en- thusiastic attention to detail, how much he cares for her.” Then Sophie Kerr said a pro- foundly wise thing. “I have always believed there would be no un almost none, if, every day, the hus- band would tell the wife that he loved her, if he would say, some time during the twenty-four hours, ‘You know, dear, I do love you!" “The most selfish man I know is like that. His wife waits on,him by inches, but he makes her ##rfectly happy by telling her how great she is and how much he cares for her. y marriages, or As for women, they always have known the fly-catching power of honey. How many little, incompe- tent, pink-negligeed wives say to their husbands, every morning, ‘Dear, I'm so tired; would you mind getting the breakfast and just bringing me up a cup of tea? You're the sweet- est old thing!’ And the men adore these women “While true”, I remarked, “this philosophy must "be depressing read- ing to the Pattern of Solid Virtues!” ys gets rather the worst like the good girl who isn't y and charming," admitted . “But there's one thing do, one thin the average erican husband ought to wake up and do, and that's to train a few of the flowers of affectionate expression and demonstration over the solid rock of character, He will be much happier—and so will his wife!" shouTewhicr A cake for the national tea or sup- per can be made by dividing the batter into thirds, Use red and blue coloring matter for two of the di- vided mixtures and leave the third one white, It requires ao little color- ing matter that the taste of the cake will not be injured, Of course each portion must be baked separately, and they can be put together with any desired filling, Bread crumbs should be used for covering any food to be fried. Cracker crumbs are preferablo for scalloped dishes, ' ‘When you have a nice ploce of yel- Jow lace to wash dip it in milk before ironing. Always put tissue paper over lace when ironing to secure per- fect results. A wann iron should never come in direct contact with the lace. Do not hang feather pillows In the wun, This draws the oll and is apt Scrape boo: to create a rancid odor, Hang them in a cool, shady place on a windy day and they will become fresh and fluffy, To keep the alr dry and pure: in pantry and cellar set a small box in each and keep It filled with quicklime, Tf the ollcloth is dingy wash dt with clear water in which a little borax has been dissolved. Wipe it with a flannel cloth dipped in milk and wring a8 dry ag possible, Cleanse your string of pearls by washing them in lukewarm water with white Castile soap, then dry them by shaking them in a box filled with joweller’s sawdust. If you leave pearls wet they may be injured. ' Tt 1s all right to throw the coffee grounds into the sink. It is said they will not elog the pipes, but, on the contrary, will clean the sink drain, NOW My WIFE WAN ME To SroP AT ner DRESSMAKER'S AND GET SIX SUMMER DRESSES | SHE THINKS YOU ARE A TRUCK 1 16 THIS ADDRESS AND GET THE S/X DRESSES zs IS To) SMALL TO CARRY SO MANY Boxes THAT'S NOT MS” Work NO 2> | DEUVERY Bor en .! wrright, 1020, aye Bray , (Tho "Rew Fork Bronte Wore) vow York Brentng | WON'T CA RRY S/X BOXES // Ay NO MOVING VAN { THERE ISNO _ ) } LIVTIE TC WHAT / A WIFE wile cc emer, NEXT, SHE UL ASK ME 7% CARRY THE PIANO 76 THE COUNTRY oa a € u MRS JOHN'S S/x DRESSES OOCHS FUCRSE 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). HB Modern Woman's real enemy is not Delaware, which refuses to give her a vote, Not the sumptuary laws of Coney Island, which keep her out of a one- piece bathing sult, Not even MAN! Her truly insidious foe Is June! It’s easy—comparatively speaking—to live one’s own life all the rest of the year, To preach, and even practice, eco- nomic independence, To sit on the platform at women voters’ meetings, To uplift, es ( ‘To lunch, completely surrounded by females, at the Women's City Club, To treat Man as something not so good as a toy Pom, but not so dear as a town car, For at least nine months, annually, the programme is perfectly prac. teal, Then along comes June— And from the Superfluous, Man be- comes the Indispensable Sex. And everything that wears skirts wants to drop her job, her club, her up- lift, her ideas, her flat-heeled shoes, her lored’ euita, her. “freedom,” And FLOP into a Primonilal Past, Every woman yearns to be a Summer Girl. She wants to wear “sport togs” colored like a barber's pole or a Navajo blanket, Alternating with organdie ruffles and plenty of blue ribbon and a wide droopy hat with all the flowers that are, and aren't, on it, And, sometimes, a bathing suit that would turn the fishes into hot-blooded members of the animal kingdom—if they ever were permitted to give it the onceover. She longs to ait in a hammock built for two, with the perfume of roses and the song of mosquitoes in the air, And a bored moon looking on, because he can’t help himself. She desires to go canoeing, with a sunshade and lots of cushions and a sport shirted boy whose hair curls, And who knows how to get aground where the tree And how to get OFF when it's dinner-time, But always, and all the time, she wants to fish— Fish, fish, fish for MEN— And for the sheer joy of It— That's what the most modern matd long. Oh, a woman may be the nowest thing outside of Grand Rapids, Mich. But, until she can suppress roses, moonlight, Lovers’ Lanes, the Best-looking Man at the Summer Resort, lingerie frocks, poetry, romance, JUNE—to say nothing of July and Aucust—- She will suffer, annually, a Reversion to Type. For the Summer Girl, as Walter Pater so aptly remarked, is “older than the rocks among which she sits,” Old as Cleopatra, Circe, Helen, Old as Evel Rubles ror Tae mannish ta shadows are coolest, sighs to do, when summer days are Pauline Furlomgs Om Health LOAD THE BOXES INA TA BRING THEN OO SNe ey SEND YouR OFFICE Boy FoR THEN — XI AND Queries dad Beauty Copyright, 1920, by’ The Pree Pubtishing ©% (The New York Evening World.) Large Calves-—Bertha 8.—To re- duce excessively large lower legs, try the heel and toe raising exercise. Tennis, rope skipping, stationary run- ning and other strenuous leg exer- cises will help to reduce them. Do not massage them however. Gas in Stomach—A, B.—You should consult a physician about this, as it is evidently the result of lowered vi~ tality. Do not allow this to continue, as your medical adviser will no doubt put you on some partioular diet. Laxative Fruits—Mrs. W. P.—Figs, dates, apples and prunes are excel- lent laxatives. Drink plenty of water and use bran products as often as possible. ‘Trunk exercises taken at might wilt eradica| constipation, Ridges on the Naile—Emma B.— Acidity will cause this, also brit! ness. Avoid diet which causes th condition and rub cocoa butter on the nafis at night, Large Pores—Sallie G.—Dilute lemon juice slightly, always using cold water. As this is very drying to the skin, it will serve to reduce large pores, Hqual parts of alcohol and witch hazel applied to the sidn with @ puff of cotton, 1s also very beneficial to Jarge pores and olly skin. ot symptome Women Now Rule Bad Man’s Town ACKSON, Wyoming, metropolis of Jackson's Hole, famous as a rendezvous for horse thieves and bad men, is now claiming the distinction of being the first town in the United States to elect an entire municipal ticket of five women. At the recent election the women defeated their male opponents by a vote of two to one, Their platform is a sane and business-like administra- tion of public affairs. From left to right—Mrs. Mae Deloney, Councilwoman; Mrs. Rose Crabtree, Councilwoman, her hus- band was her opponent at the recent election; Mrs. Grace Miller, Mayor; Mrs. Faustina Haight, Councilwoman, and Mrs. Gene- vieve Van Vieck, Councilwoman, Vacation, Big Eats, melon Sprees For Girls Only—Y. W. C. A. Summer Camps at S Lake, Great Bear Mountain, Berkshire Hills and Thompson Lake; 150 Other “Y’’ Camps Scattered From Pacific to Atlantic, By Fay Stevenson. Coprright, 1920. by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Mventng World), WEEK'S vacation for $12! And with it goes all the trimmings tn Way of sunburn, appetites and pep. A Yes, ma'm! That is all M Y. W. C. A, No. 600 Lexington Avenue, says any girl need spend to ha’ the best summer of her young life, “And the secret,” says Miss Wedd WHAT $12 4 eeeeniemnenimen Canoeing, Marshmallow Roasts, Water- Swimming, Sunbu n’ Everything. “*\ ae Margaret C. Weddell of the Cont ell, “is the Y. W.C, A Summer THESE YOUNG WOMEN CAMP! THEY ARE PLEASED TO CALL “A BACON-BAT.” “Would you guess that a girl could spend a week in a wooded place, swimming when she liked, canoeing, bacon-batting, hiking across country when she felt particularly peppy and lying around in cool, still places when she wanted to be quiet—to the tune of twelve dollars? 1 wouldn't, only I have been to several of the camps myself and I know it is all true.” “Probably another very importane feature of those camps is that a girl does not have to have an expensive summer wardrobe,” I sald, “That is one of the best features of camp life,” was Miss Waddell’s en- thislastic reply. ‘Many of the girls 0 go to this camp wear bloomers efery day and all day, To the little lassie Who has been tripping along in @ tight skirt all year no words can describe the joy of swinging along in a loose middie and bloomers, On Sundays, perhaps, and guest days wkirts are donned, but for the rest of the time—never! “All of the camps,” continued Miss Weddell, “have what we call ‘play leaders’ or athletic directors, and, planning with them, a counsellor for every group of ten or twenty girls. Among them baseball and basketball matches are arranged, cross-country hikes, bird-hunting trips (with field glasses In eu of guns), water sports and contests planned, early morning bacon-bats, light marshmallow roasts and watermelon aprees, “For the girl who wants to be lazy and quiet there are such places a. ‘crows nests’ built high in the tree branches, where reading or dreamii is the most natural sport to indul, or there's the sunny beach, where a Hlanket spread on the sand makes the lagiest sort of a ‘chaise longue.’ “Then, of course, there is the joy of simple life which one geta from sleeping in tents, with a wooden box for a dressing table and an eight-inch “The gar, amy ROY $Date ta sald Mr. Jarr, looking into the front room, “You've got company, I think I'll run out and get a@ little fresh air for a few minute: "You won't do kind!” said Mrs, Jarr sharply. don't you see Mrs, Kittingly? Mr, Jarr saw Mrs, Kittingly, Her eyen were red with weeping. “Yes, I spoke to her,” answered Mr, Jarr, He hadn't, but then it doesn’t do to be too genial and sudden with pretty anything of the “And grass widows—when your wife's around, “Oh, I'm only going to stay a mo- ment,” exclaimed Mrs, Kittingly. “But Mrs, Jarr has been so good to me during my trouble—such a com- fo. Mrs, Jarr gave her husband a sig- nificant look, which meant, “You sit down right there where | can have an eye on you. Mr, Jarr 84 a good excuse to escape! “Go on, dear,” said Mrs, Jare turn- ing to Mrs, Kittingly. Mra. Kittingly had come down to the Jarr flat in light marching order down, But, Oh, for She had on a housegown of clinging softness, but she drew a powder puft from her sleeve, remarking sadly that she didn't mind Mr, Jarr, he be~ ing the husband of her best friend and the only confidant she had in the world, and, as she endeavored to compose herself, she powdered ber pretty little nose, That "I-am-a-friend-of-your-wife” attitude that pretty grass widows take 1s @ most exasperating one to men of Mr, Jarr’s butterfly tempers ament ) erst S$ ARE INDULGING IN W mirror for five or six girls. And t! is always @ chance to pull your hope the open and sleep upder #) stars. : 3 “And how about the “Ot course the tired jo. Bho 1 “i ‘bacon: meals. may onto toasting marshmal iA ut © doesn’t went to cook all of. meals, “The food is all prepared for iris in @ regular mess hall,” lies Weddell, “One always g00d eats as a part of the om al because fe Bd 80 hun most anything good! things are good when there is jal cook to prepare the food the whole countryside to choose in the matter of strawberries, fay ,made butter and green veges Then I asked Miss Weddell where some of these serge are located and umm! t Point and Central Vi Quannacut, Great Shadow Brook Camp the Berkshire Hills and Camp Maq on Thompson Lak a “There are 153 Y. W. C. A. cam) in all parts of the country from t Pacific to the Atlantic,” concludi Miss Weddell, “accommodating 60,000 girls during the séason, sonaily I know of no better way fi young girls to build up good heat ie jet I le city repare her and have a ripping good time. the healthy, kinned, i ‘painted from the inside,’ who hol her job all the year around and maki @ successful business woman,” So, go to it girls! The faintiny heroine and delicate lily maids cS out of existence, If you have a week or two weeks and are undecid where to go, send in your name an@ address to Miss Caroline At : Central Branch Y, W. C. A., No. Lexington Avenue and obtain full particulars of the various camps, And don't forget your bloomers! 1920, by ‘The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). “Well, I'm telling you her tempé! ature was 105, and nothing we seems to help her, Kittingly. “Doesn't the doctor know what'@ wrong with her?” asked Mrs. Jarr, “Doctor?” echoed Mrs, Kittingly, “Why, I've hed four specialists and they have had three consultations alread “It's @ dreadful expense,” mug- mured Mra, Jarr. 4 “Expense!” cried Mrs. Kit with a sob, “Who considers ex; at such @ time?” ’ “Who's looking after her now your girl Mabel?” asked Mrs. J “Mabel,” repeated Mrs, Kittii “She won't let Mabel come near » she's in a sanitariu: Th to administer oxygen yesterday, “Dear me,” said Mrs, Jarr in most sympathetic tone, “Yes,” whispered Mrs. Kittingly, “and now the specialists say tl nothing can save her but an operas tion, But I cannot bring myself 9 give consent. Would you? “If they say that is all: that wi saye her, I would,” replied Mrs. Jai “After my husbands acted like they did, she was all in the world I had to love,” sobbed Mrs, Kittingly. “Well, I'll go now—and, oh, thank you—you don’t know how you have encouraged , and comforted me!" So saying, i arose and Mrs, Jarr followed her the door with words of encouragé- ment and condolence. yi “Her mother or sister?" asked Mp Jarr, who was somewhat affected bimeelf. “Nonsense!” cried Mrs, Jarr, “Hér va little chow dog Nanki Poo!” “What? yelled Mr, Jarr.” drag me into a weepfest over ple faced mut!” 7 And out he strode. A little indie nation is a good getaway! 5, ee ee ee ee