The evening world. Newspaper, July 9, 1920, Page 17

Did You Ever 6 mot, you can learn how of “The Return of Tarzan, done ‘by Hdgar Rice Burroughs, in The Eve- ning World. Bogin reading it to-day. Choke a Lion? by following the daily instalments ‘ - Became th ——— F American voters make/ Gov. ] James M. Cpx of Ohio the next ‘President, a new name will be. aided to the not too long roll of White House beautles—the name of Margaretta Blair Cox, the young and lovely wife of the Democratic nominee. The Evening World to-day prints @ picture of Mrs. Cox at the time of her marriage, less than three years go, which proves beyond all doubt that she would belong in that small roup of lovely and gracious mis- presses of the White House who weally looked the part. fp “Mrs, Cox is a truly beautiful woman, a brunette with warm brown, eves and masses of dark hair curt- ing in futfy tendrils about her face, Sho ig the daughter of Thomas 8. Blair jr, of Chicago and Elmhurst, Ul, and her mother, who died a few Years ago, was a member of a dis- ‘hguished Virginia family—the Par- ‘Kora, “The romance of the former Mi Margaretta Blair and the. Ohio Gov- emor was simple and charming. They met at White Sulphur Springs, while each was taking a brief vac lon—Gov, Cox from his official Biri Miss Blair from her work for 1@ Red Cross. ‘Their engagement was announced month or so later—it must have m almost love at, first sight—and they were married Sept. 16, 1917, on the lawn at Cherry Farm, imburst, the childhood home of the ride, The ceremony was performed ai a lite outdoor altar before a wall fountain, and the bride wore awreath of her name-flower—daisies (mar- guerites)—and carried the same flow- m8, Most of the countryside was in- vited to the reception following the wedding service. Now the happiness of Governor and Mrs, Cox ts crowned ‘by a charming baby daughter. Margaretta Cox ‘will adorn the ‘Winite House !f her husband brings her there. What other “First Ladies ‘of the Land” have been beautiful as well as useful chatelaines of the Bx teutive Mansion? First, chronol- opically speaking, should be listed lovely Dolly Madison, the legepd of whose pulchritude comes dov the centuries like fragrant potpourri, “Really, Dolly, thou must hide thy face, there are’so many staring at thee,” chided a friend of the enchant- ing ‘young woman, She had black hair, blue eyes and @ rose-leaf com~- plexion—tndeed her exquisite com- plexion was her greatest beauty. She was a Philadelphia belle from her 7 elghteenth year, and a young widow Sot twenty-five, in the full bloom of her éharm, when she became the wite of James Madison, -In “The Lames of the White House,” by Letra C. Holloway, we ¥ By Marguerite Dean. Copyright, 193, by The Prees Pubiishiag Oo, (The Now York Bveniua World.) nae ee nT Oe hee NT NT STN NIT ON WT SOU WEEE e Fir i? read that for her “striking joveliness of person and character” Letitia Christian Tyler, wife of John Tyler, tenth President of the United ates, “was regarded as one of the belles of Bastern Virginia. She was noted for the beauty of her person and of her features, for the ease and grace of her carriage, for a delicate refine- ment of taste in dress that excludetl with precision every color and orna- ment not strictly becoming har- monizing in the general effect, “No receptions nave been so brill- jant since Dolly Madison's,” they said of the levees held in the White House by Grover Cleveland's bride, Mrs, Frances Folsom Cleveland, now Mrs. Thomas J. Preston, This is Tho World's desoription, at the time of her wedding, of the young college 1, one of the three mistresses of the Mite House to be married in the White House: “She bompletely ful- filled the role of the traditional beau- ilful bride. She never looked he somer. Her rather tall, slim, grac ful, well-rounded figure was displayed to its full advantage in her exquisite Parisian wedding dress, Its soft, ivory color made a gentle contrast with the fresh, soft pink of her cheeks. Her brown hair curled loosely upon her gracefully poised head, showed gleams of reddish light through the goft tulle vetl which fell in a trailing mist over her dress, Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. She walked wells with a graceful, easy bearing.” The striking brunette beauty of Mrs. Woodrow Wilson has become familiar to American women during the past few years. She has crisp black hair, which waves just a trifle, @ remarkably clear olive ‘skin, a face charmingly "rounded, a delightful smile showing unusually white and even teeth. Perhaps her most ad- mired feature is her eyes, which are large, dark hazel in color and exceed- inglys expressive. When she went abroag with the President during the Peace\Conference, she was hailed as “the American Beauty Rose” by en- thustastic Parts, Wil’ Margaretta Cox be “next?” Ghe is only a few years older than was Miss Frances Folsom at the time of her marriage In the White House, Cox Be. ae Next White House Beauty? She May Be the Successor to Dolly Madison, Mrs. - , Grover Cleveland and Mrs. Woodrow Wilson; She Is Nearly: the Age of “Mrs. Cleveland, When the Latter st Lady in the Land at Twenty-Two. the ao Mes. THOMAS J. PRESTON ,dre- DOLLY Mas. GROVER. LEVELAND ose Formech, Me DISON———= Copyright, 1920, by ‘The Press Publisht AYOR CYRUS PBRKINS WALKER of Delhi believes he was made a fool of for political reasons at the Independence Day cele- bration on July 5. He is investigating and, if he finds this to be a fact, he, will attempt to enjoin Jeremiah Shultz, his opponent in the Mayoralty race, from running. He scents a plot batched by the anti-Walker Demo- crats, and he means to get to the bot- tom of the whole scheme. Mayor Walker was the_ principal speaker at the celebration, which was held in Pleasant Remembrance Grove, through whieh runs the pretty Tin Can River. A crowd of possibly thousand when A Baton for Foch ERDINAND FOCH, Marsha! of France, on Aug. 21 will be the recipient of the most expensive lon ever presented to a Marébhal of ans At-the base of the baton, which ts 201-2 inohes long, are embossed in gold the names of Marshal Foch's , St. Gond, the Second Marne, § Sbhourg, &c. Above fils, in gold on red copper, appears legend: “Terror belli, decous pacis"—Terrible in war, gentle in peace.” Then, beyond the field of blue and stars appears the inscription, “Marechal Ferdinand Foch, 1914- 1919," and this ts surmounted by the golden arms of F States, Lorraine's @ arms of the Knights of Columbus. ‘The alloy of the metal parts of the baton is ore from Pennsylvania. James A. Flaherty of Philadelphia, Supreme Knight of the K. of C., will present the baton to Marshal Foch when the Marshal unveils the statue of Lafayette which the Knights of Columbus will present to France in August, people was prese The Mayo ool ing Oo, (The New York Rrenigs Worlds the Mayor mounted the speakers’ stand to make*his address. Immedi- ately upon his appearance there were cries of “Three cheers for the Mayor." These were given and Walker, deeply touched, began ch. “It is Independence Day,” he gan, “It is Independence Day”— “Yes, we know that,” sald a man's volo “Ahem!” came tram the Mayor. “Weeare gathered here to celebrate the national holiday and, in the words of that great hero, Paul Re- vere, ‘Give me liberty or give me death.’ Revere said it, and hé meant it. Now “Oh, Mr. ‘Mnyor,” @aid Mra, Blishe Q. Pertle, who was presiding, “you don’t mean Paul Revere." “He means John Paul Jones," sald the man’s voice out in the crowd “I stand corrected,” said the Mayor “It was just a slip of the tongue, As hn Paul, Jones said, ‘Give me Ub- or give me death.’ ” “Oh, Mr. Mayor," came from Mrs. Pertle, “it wasn't John Paul Jones.” “He means Aaron Burr,” sang out the man tn the crowd, “Yes, of course,” said the speaker, “L was referring to that historical character, Aaron Burr.” “But Patrick Henry said that,” Mrs, Pestle replied, “And this guy is trying to be re- @ected Mayor,” yelled the man, -Mr, Walker was infuriated. “Is Constable Pelee Brown pres- ent?” he asked. “Hore, sir!" replied the officer, “Arrest that man!” Constable Brown flew at the man. A fight followed in which Brown was knocked ‘down four times, but he sub- ‘an You Beat It! | ND PALACE Orel. BATH in EVERY ~ ROOM Do You Enj If so, your appetite for fantastic read “Peeping nay See the next oy Fairy Stories Fairy Tales,” by Marie, Queen of t i yarns will be satisfied when you Roumania, of (The New York ®rening World) The Summer Girl’s Hymn pf Hate _ By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. } 1990, by The Press Pubtishing (Co, (The New York Evening World.) ROM the man whose sunburn peels F off and gives him @ rare-roast- beef effect, From the man with @ concave chin, or an uneasy Adam's apple or white eyelashes, or freckled hands, From anything under five feet high, or over six feet, or with narrow shoul- ders, From the jowled person, from him with & sausage roll over the back of his collar. From the bald-headed look-'em-overs, and from heiry men with beards, side whiskers dr war mustaches, Good Dan Cupid, deliver met From the war lar, From the man who shows mie the pic- ture of his baby tn the back of his watch, and then tries to hold my ind, From the Anti-Suffragtst who quotes St. Paul, From the male feminist who quotes Charlotte roe Gilman, e From the Reffular Devil who sells rib- .~ bons when hoe’ tsn't mopping up hearts at @ summer resort, From the fatherly flirt, the “little-girl-you-oan-trost«<ME” kind, From the Misunderstood Husband— Good Dan Cupid, deliver mel From the human ticker-tape, From the fishing fiend, and the golf ghutton. From the Bores, the Bugs, the Brazen-mouthed, From ail kissless youths, Good Dan Cupid, deliver me! TO the man whose shoulders, hair, eyes and votoe don't need g moon, Who is neither a young sop nor an old one, Who reads Rupert Brooke, W. L. George, Sassoon, Pater, Jurgen, G. and my favorite column, Who likes to swim in cold water, Who takes nothing seriously, not even himselt—and especially not politics, B. 8. dued his mam by offering to hoe big? Who hasn't an upiift germ in his whole system, garden for him. The fellow turned out to be Ethelbert Archie La Rose, the garbage man. The Mayor is tn- vestigating and may have a statement to make soon The whole town is talking. ‘There 1» much indignation, Who loathes bridge, golf, peanut butter, flannel underwear, the movies, Prohibition, formal entertaining, the works of Henry Van Dyk Radicals, Conservatives, Chicago, magazine “success stories,” Who isn't rich and Nevér Will Ba, Who is The Sort of Man I léke— To HIM, this leap year summer, DBAR Dan Ouyja, deliver mot widows, org gf ble Ln] Copyright, 19% 66 BLL," remarked Jenkins, W the bookkeeper, “All I got to say is: Where would this firm be if the man thet keeps the books didn’t catch some ot the Mistakes that go through the other departmentat” i “You mean you caught em error of 18 cents, as the difference between a parcel post apd an express company shipment of samples? asked Mr. Jarr, “I ain't saying it, you are,” retorted the bookkeeper. “All I do aay ts that there's certain ‘parties around here putting on a lot of crust and getting away with it, a tight place getting out ita monthly statements, the bookkeeping depart- ment doesn't ay down on the job and blame it on the sales department or the shipping deapartment—.” “On, don't let's talk shop,” satd Mr, Jerr. “What's your rave? What's the matter with yout” “There shouldn't be any ef thia #o- cial bug thing in business,” grumbled Mr, Jenkina, “Now, I'm married to @ tine little lady, who comes fram one of the best families of Burlington, N, J. Why, when she graduated at a se leet school for girls she recited one of Browning'a longest poems from mem- ory, Yes, sir; Browning!’ I guess that had the low brows stopping, looking and listening.” "Oh," interjected Mr. Jarr patron- izingly, “those selections trom Brown- ng are nothing. Why, my little gtrl recites from Racine and the other Frenah classical poets. You would be astonished—anybody would be aston- ished.” This last was true enough, little Mise ay But when the firm ig in 3! without hesitating. “But I don't bring my family ap@ my social status into my business #e- lations,” growled Mr, Jenkina stand on my work, the oe eervioes to this firm years, and that’s all. i as for -H Hi business, but I know why some live in crowded, unhealthy city ments, paying ‘profiteer renta, they could be out in the country with . the birds, the bees, the blue sky, the green grass and flowers—and every thing carefully restricted, sewered, flagged, paved, no asseasmente”—=- tN “Well, I don't say YOU @o grumbled the bookkeeper, wouldn't put it past some people that they live in a back alley near bows, just so as to be handy to truce and toady to him and his wife.” ‘Then suddenly the little bookkeaper burst out into a storm of tndignaties. “I've been keeping books for thie firm for fourteen years—my accounts balance to a cent; I've never made mistake to the disad@vantage of house—and yet does the boasts take my wife in her automeb! she doesn't! And I'm glad of are not objects of obarity, thank goodmeas!"* “If you mean nry wife,” Jarr, “the doss's wife didn't Mra. Jarr took the boss saw them in @ taxloab togeth: terday.” “Well, do T get an afternoon off to take my children anywhere?” Jenkins, “No! It's tevoritiem, Thatw what It is favoritiam!" * “I feel awful sorry about ®, ot man And he did too. It spofled the of his Gay x whe ties He told Jarr about {t when bome then Mrs. Jarr asked fhm it he membered the Jenkinges thetr ¢ He tes 43%8 i9245? i we x : ay : wee ee eS