The evening world. Newspaper, September 9, 1920, Page 21

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 1920 Pretty Kuba Sisters Tour Europe fi Get New Ideas for Correct Furnishings in New York Homes Furnished Apartments ‘These Girls Have Made a Success of Renting | in; and GIVING THEM WHAT THEY WANT. St Their Clients / “Tt Takes a Woman’ to Know How Many Closets There Are in an Apattment, How High the Kitchen Sink Is : and Other Things.” By Fay Stevenson. ELEPHONDS are tinklink, buttons are buzzing and there's somethtrig fi doing every minute in the offices at No. 176 West 724 Street. It may just be that it is because the offices belong to real estate brokers | mia SES and this is the bustest time of year, At any rate, girls seem to be taking to this new line of business like ducks take to the water. There is Miss Katherine A. Force, for instance, si ter of Mrs. William K. Dick, who was at one tifue Mrs. John Jacob Astor, who !s makigg a howling success at her office, the Plaaa Realiy Company, No. 435 Park Avenue. And then there are the Kuba sisters, whom I visited yesterday. Miss Ray Kuba is the senior mem- ber of the firm, having been in the business twelve years, but Lea and Pearl Kuba have been in the business & much shorter period. “My sisters and I make a specialty of renting furnished apartments and houses,” Miss Ray Kuba told me, “and it seems to me that finding homes is just the sort of work women fought to do, It takes a woman to know how many closets there are in an apartment, how high the sink in the kitchen ts, whether the hume is in & good locality, has a desirable exposure or a pleasant sitting room.” Miss Kuba and 4 agreed that wo- man had always been termed a “home maker” therefore she ought to be @ good home “finder.” “But how did you get into this ne?” I asked Mise Kuba. “When one searches for an apartment or. house one ds usually met by a pink cheeked lad who jingles his keys (diy in his pockets and jazzes around the empty home or else a crabbed old man who looks as if he had lost all interest in nest building, Pray tell how you first ventured forth.” Miss Kuba smiled a Portia-like smile and explained that at one time she had worked in a lange estate office in New York and there gained much valuable information. “Then,” she said, “I took a pleasure trip to California and while there I noticed how the average woman de- hotel ving and sought her own home, But,” laughed Miss Kuba, “{ also noticed how little the men “real estate brokers understood just what she wanted, so I decided that it was up to a woman to help other women find the right sort of homes. I came back to New York, set up in business and have had a lovely time + aver since.” “ang you have made a speciality of venting furnished apartments and homes,” (en “Here again you have to study your prospects and dif- ferent types of furniture, I suppose.” “T find out what sort of furniture my client desires,” replied Miss Kuba, “and then I get busy, Many desire antique furniture and then again I have clients who come from old fash- joned homes and want a_ typical city apartment furnished completely with brand new mission furniture, brass beds and the latest of every- thing. “Usually when a client calls me up I make an appointment, take my car around and call for her, take her to luncheon and talk over the type of home she seeks and then I do know exactly where to take her, #Recently there has been a great 4 tested demand for apartments furnished in & Silla offices are owned and run by three charming young women, -bart of every skirt worn ngw. or then again it may be because the with antique furniture,” continued Miss Kuba. "Gate-legged tables, fid- dle-back chairs, gilt and hand-paint- ed mirrors and Mahogany card tables are all the rage. Also many women who have just come from abroad de- sire antique furniture. In order to study what sort of furniture they most appreciate and how they treat their homes, my sister Lea and I have just made a tour & Europe. Pearl wanted to go with us, but of course some one had to attend to the busi- ness on this side.” “Of course, not all your prospects or clientele are women,” I remarked. “I suppose a few men ask your ad« vice and occasionally a few stray bachélors.”" “Yos, indeed,” laughed Miss Kuba, “And the men are very easily suited. They never ask how many closets there are to put their fedoras, they do not examine the lnen or the silver and most of them don’t know a fiddle. back chair from a mission Morrla chair, But a woman— “Why, it takes a woman to find homes for women every time,” we both concluded. ACH season there is much con- Jecture about the high collar, but the saleswomen say it 1s quite evident that women in general @re overlooking the hgh cut models and selecting blouses with the low openings eithed in a round or pointed effect. Among the newest lounging ropes are dainty models .n fine French flan- nel in the pastel shades. Then there are chiffon velvet rabes that are soft Gnd beautiful in shades of rose, tur- queise and mauve. Belts and girdles are an essential For evening wear tulle girdies\with huge bows and flaring ends are popular. They are usually in colors contrasting with the dress, Among the new evening gowns ure gome with a high back and’ the trans- parent sleeves extending to the wrist at which point they fit snugly, The salesladies are wondering whether “they will take.” It looks very much as though there would be a revival of the separate blouse this fall. Even in the one- bece dress we often see the bodice in @ fabric contrasting in color and weave to the skirt, And buyers ad- mit this is a foreranner of the sepa- rate blouse as a coming vogue. Pendant watches are a presont vogue in Paris and are appearing io the shops here, The watches are small and set in frames, An attrac- tive one hag the frame in the des gn of an onyx cross set with diamonds and pearls, The pendant watch is worn around the neck with a black silk cord. A pretty silk dress for the little miss has a pleated skirt in navy biue and a sand colored waist. The collar, cuffs and girdle are of the blue, A brown crepe dress embroidered in yellow reals decidedly effective, An- other rown hag featherstitching bright gold silk, Can You Beat It! ADMIRING THE SCENERY MRS HeRRY Widow > SEE WHAT I PICKED FOR You WIFEY ! ISN'T THIS GOLDEN ROD Gorgeous, AR JOHN | TAKE ITAWAY! IT GIVES ME HAY FEVER Lucile ihe Nigivress | Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World). 66T\O you know,” satd Lucile the D Waitress, as the Friendly Patron pushed the fiy-paper up the lunch counter a little way, “if I had my “life to live over again I be- lieve I'd go in more for literature than I did. Between you and me, I run up against a lot of education in here and now and again I hit out a fox pass with the bases full and the bleachers give me the merry ha ha “What's happened to put you jn this state of mind?” he asked. “Oh mothing much, only I waited on @ post this morning and I know I over-stepped the bounds of literature a number of times. He's feeling fine and begins to say something «bout if the gods would give us power to Pipe ourselves what an eyeful we'd get. When he finishes he asks me if I ever heard of Burns. “ ‘Sure!’ I says. ‘Burns 1s’ a detective.’ “Ho laughs, he says. Dia ‘This Burns was a ‘Don't you ever read , I says, ‘only when my day's work is over and I loll on the fropt siesta of our home while the roses give out perfume and the birds cacklo their songs.’ “It's a pretty thought but he laughs at it, ‘Who's your favorite poet” bo asks, ee “Mark Train,’ I says. ‘ “‘What did he writ “1 think,’ F says, ‘that Train wrote the time-tables for the railroads, That's how he come to get tbe nick name of Train.’ “Well, sir, this guy laughs and I'm Deginning to get sore, The next thing he says (8: ‘Are you familiar with Rie: aisten, Mister,’ I says, ‘don’t at fresh. Lf you're talking about Riley, the big chauffeur who parks out on the corner, you might as well change the subject. That guy thinks he'd like to pet me, but he's got a fat chance.’ “"T mean Ruey, the poet,’ he says. ‘Does he eat in here? I ask ‘He laughs again and says: ‘I don't think so, You ought to take up the study of poetry and other literature,’ “*Yes,' T says, ‘it would help me shoot biscuits better.’ “Then I turn on my little heel and make my exit into the kitchie-kiteh, “Do you Kwow,” concluded Lucile, “sw \b doh mnow muck , i 4 : about poets and the like, but I want to say right now that they ain't none of those guys this feller mentioned that can write like the old master who slipped us “The Face on the Bar- toom Floor.’ Give my old Dad three drinks and plenty of elbow room and he'll recite jt so fine it will get the whole crowd pensive.” City Hall. (TS THe FIRST TIME NY HUSBAND Ever PicisED FLOWERS By M urice Ketten HAY FEVER » VICTIM | GIVE EVERY BO Ws BABY HE other day a boy came into the Employment Department of weary. the Board of Child Welfare in lived a li Rte) GAERE He wal pale, haggard, wan and looked as though hf had time instead of not yet having reached his majority. He had a haunted look and a Little Joan Woodbury, four - year - old daughter of the Elmer Wood- burys, of San Francisco. She is not only a charming little dancer, but a 100 per cent. child, according to all physi- cians of San Francisco, “A Four-Year Old Cleopatra scared expression which at once won the sympathy of the worker in charge, It was # pitiful story of a boy having made a mistake and now he wanted work to rehabilitate himself, to retrieve the past He had served his term in prison, had paid in full the penalty of his crime, The State had sent him forth to make hi in the hope that he would be than when he en- d the penal institution © was on probation and, if he » good, he was free. Lf nol, he to go back to prison, he employment worker, Miss O., got busy, but he had a most difficult time, Every employer proached with the boy obj him, He didn't look fit, He wasn’t strong. They didn't think he would make good, He didn’t look the part of success, In sheer desperation, on the last day of his probation, Miss O. went to a4 man at the head of a printing establishment, She took him into her confidence, She told hin the truth about the boy. She begged for help. She got it ‘This man has done things like this before. He asked very few questions One thing he was particular about, and that was not to ask the address cf the boy. An ex-con is very senaitive when asked nis address. hey fear that questions will be asked about them and that they will lose out as a congeque So this employer spared him kinds of que He took him in and gave him work do, He probably saved tis whole future. It was a simple but @ very fine thing to do. at employer must Rave gone home that night with a great sense of satisfaction that he had given a chance to a strugeling one The world needs more men lke this nployer—to give the erring one, the ne, the aviation push rather n the downward kick The hardened convict, the man of nature years, is one thing, But uth, ah! youth needs encourse ent t¢ h into a braver batt r the that endurs for all ne As has been wisely said, most po SAVE TIE a Forty-Cent Shaving Brush or Sell ‘Em to the Junk Man for $75. By Neal R. O’ Hara. W's Grant took Richmond you could buy cigarettes for a nickel © pack. But not since the Tobacco Trust took Richmond, COUPONS day nicotine poisoning is a rich man’s disease. The trust has no tobacco heart, Cigars are going up every day on account of the high cost of green ink for the lovely coupons, vents’ worth of cigar band and a nickel’s worth of cigar, For four bits now you get 30 | And it's the cigar that deserves to be shot, not the butt. A perfecto is a half dollar * A Single Purchase | Good for a Fistful of Coupons. per, and the only part that’s imported is the name. All the natives of Mavana are bartenders now—they have no time for harvesting leaves, All on the other, Tommy Marshall, our substitute President, who {s one of tue few folks from Indiana that never wrote a book--well, anyway, Tommy says that what the country needs Is good 5-cent cigar. But It looks like all either candidate can give us is e good 3-cent newspaper, ‘There ts no such thing as a good 5-cent stogie, especially in a Presi- dential year. Tommy is thinking of the good old days when the merchant princes puffed jitney magnificos and the lower classes smoked three for @ nickel, But the only thing you can get for a nickel to-day is five pen- nies. Ten years ago the 6-centers were made out of cabbage leaves, To-day they're made out of garbage leavings. There is only one redeeming trait of the tobacco biz and that {is the coupon system. “Coupon” comes from the “coo” in euckoo and the “pon” in Ponzi—meaning {t's worth something, maybe! For instance, you get a fur-lined thermos bottle for buying $500 worth of cigars. And the cigar boys are now making it easier for you to spend the $500 faster. Saving the coupons fs our national game. When you get a million of ‘em you can cash in for a forty-cent shaving brush or sell ‘em to the junkman for $75, All cigar coupons are profit sharing. They get the A reriscnitennietionanagn esi ee Profit and you get the shearing. But you can always sell the coupons to the junkman, and you can sell him the tinfoil the cigar’s wrapped in too. Tn fact, you can sell everything to “ the junkman except the cigar. Yes, saving the coupons is an old game. They used to sell the Liberty’ bonds, You bought an $83 bond for 4 $100, but you got forty coupons as @ special inducemnt, It was a small return till Ponzi solved the problem. Ponzi gave a nice double certificate in exchange for the Lib. Bond cou- pons, You save fifty of Ponzi's cer- tificates and you get a gold brick, suitably engraved. Larger sizes for the steady customers. ‘Tobacco coupons are as good ab money. The tobacco barons have got a gold-filled fountain pen in their vaults for every 5,000,000 coupons in circulation, You can save or steal the 5,000,000 coupies and you get the | pen in either case, The only dif- ference is who gives it to you—the premium station or the jury. But a gold-filled fountain pen fs valu- able in any vest pocket—so long as it's in the vest pocket. You can easily tell ‘t's gvld-filled by trying to write with it, Anyway, you know it ten’t filled with ink. But thritt is certainly our national falling. If we aren't saving food to ‘win the war r we're saving coupons to win a full- Jewelled doormat. Pecos. wir Sai y The gorr Jimily Copyright, 1920, by ‘The Press Publishing Co (The New York Evening World), 6“ ILL you meet me at the nain entrance of the store,” Mra, Jarr was tel- ephoning, “at @bout 5 o'clock, oF thereabout “1 do not wish to be rude, my deur,” was Mr. Jarr’s rejoinder by wire, “but I will not." ‘Then, before she could block this return and counter with @ verbal jab, to use @ Httle prizefight verbiage, Mr. Jarr hastily added: . ‘Because meeting ‘at 6 o'clock or thereabouts’ is somewhat indefinite, and [ don't want to be sticking uround @ store front, lo be eyed sus- piciously as a shopping district masher.’ “It's too bad you can't avoid even the appearance of \t, then!’ said Mra. Jarr sharply. “But excuse me_ for asking you, I'm sure the last thing I want to do Is elther to inconveni- ence you or to encourage the pro- clivities you boast o} vB sy, little one, * said Mr. Jarr. “Let me say that I do not directed energy. Somewhere there has been failure to guide properly and the exuberance of youth has turned him into perilous paths. More than any other kind of hu- man in the world, the boy who goes wrong ds to . ged, The very ing of having some one be- lievetin him buoys him up and gives him impetus to come back. Society a 4 general rule turns her ck on these wayward children. A y like this thrown down many times loses faith In his kind and the feeling of resentment grows to hatred He becomes a derelict far down in the scale of ir that it is with eat difficulty he rises above the sor lid, sorry condition in which he finds himself. when, by an action such as that above employer, some kindness own him and he learns that the 8 not 4 ether against him, n n he picks up his enthusiasm ‘nd takes his place in the scheme of things, as was intended if L'were giving meda's of honor service I would seek out ‘oyers who help these seem- want to hurry in your tour around the shops. I'll meet you at half-past six at So-and-So's restau- rant.” there,” said Mrs. Jarr, other less pretentious restaurant.” “If I did you'd be sore at me for taking you to a cheap place,” replied Mr, Jarr. “In your simple muslin gown you will be far away the most attractive of all the girls the night of the great ball at Hankypank Hall.” "Tr wish you'd stop talking stuff and nonsense to me when I'm trying to talk sense,” replied Mrs. Jarr. “All right,” replied Mr. Jarr cheer- fully. ‘To chop the alry persifiage, I'll _be there at the place I named at halt-past six." . is suming an air of surprise at seeing | | at the place appointed, said: 4 Mr, Jarr ‘Oh, you are here, are y 4," replied Mr. Jarr, “ that you're here, suppose we have dinner and then go to the theatre?” suggested Mr. Jarr. “Oh, we haven't the money for those things,” answered Mrs. Jarr, “Resides Gertrude will have a nice ; dinner waiting for us at home.” So saying, she removed her gloves, rd put her handbag on a vacant chair ; beside her and unfolded her napkin. Mr, Jarr ordered something nice for two without more ado and Mra, Jarr ran @ searching glance around | the place. = nok at that woman behind yous Don't look around now,” she whis« pered. “No, not directly behind yor AWay at the back. ‘The man has sald something to her to hurt her feelings and she's going to cry. They're mar= ried.” ‘ “Why, the woman's Smiling--the woman in the purple hat, you mean and how do you know they're mar= "asked Mr, Jarr. ‘Would any man hurt the fooling of a Woman not his wife in a big public restaurant?” replied Mrs. Jarr, “And she IS going to cry, Therel) Mr. Jarr could see nothing except that the distant lady indicated was sinfiing most viveaciously. ‘Then ghe » arose and tottered out followed by. herwumildered, protesting escort. “Brute!” remarked a woman neat the Jarrs to a group of women at another table. “I saw how he re ee