The evening world. Newspaper, November 22, 1920, Page 21

By Fay Stevenson. Doprright. 1920, by ‘The [Press Pulbliehing Oo, (Te New York Wvraning World.) S™ {s known as the champion woman rider of the world, has captured the gold trophy at the Frontier Day round-up at Cheyenne, MISS LOREN&® TRICKEY WWyo., this year, outclassed / twenty-six womén in bronco Dusting, trick riding and Roman racing and with it all ehe is still too young to vote, just a trifle over five feet in height and weighs well under @ bundred pounds, Now, Miss Lorena Trickey (and that isan excellent name for one who rides broncos) is | here in New York to receive ; the McAlpin Trophy presented ; by L. M. Boomer and enjoy q hep first squint of the city. And Miss Trickey has her own opinions about cowboys, our Horse Show an’ every- thing. “Of course the horses at the Show @re beautiful,” admitted Miss Trick- ey as we sipped tea at the McAlpin and talked of her first impressions of New York, “but I'm afraid Wyom- Sng wouldn't be much impressed by them. Thoy looked so useless com- Pared to our Western horses. Imagine me holding one of our big horned stoer: The dainty little equestrienne shrugged her shoulders, evincing her disdain of our fancy breeds, so I quickly changed the subject from horses to clothes, “Did you approve of the New York society woman ts p attends the Horse and here again fhe little shoulders assumed an attitude of dis- approval. “I think the New York woman is Just a trifle too proud of her aniles ]@nd throat,” laughed Miss Trickey. “I admit I saw some of the pret- test and best dressed women I have ever set eyes upon, but to go to a thorse show—well, I would rather see them in tailor-made or, if they ride, leather clothes and ‘chaps.’ There was a slight pause and then I asked this young woman whose clean, fresh skin and sparkling brown eyes tell of her life in’ the open, whether she would rather marry a cowboy (one of her big pals whom she had grown up with) and live on a ranch, or one of our New York clerks or oifice workers and live In three rooms right in the heart of the city. Miss Trickey did not hesitate in her reply. “Of course ['a rather wed a cow- doy! ut why?" I persisted “Because they are REAL!" “But so are many of our New York men,” I responded. “They may geem light and frothy and many of . them given to silk Jow gloves and cane. ApS, @6em a bit foolish to a Western girl; fut back of it all these young men @re just as real as real can be.” “Oh, I don’t object to the way they dress and I love the way tt roll their r’s,” laughed Miss ‘Trickey, “but hen I say the cowboy is ren! 1 mean he eats real food (steaks, not salads and pretend food), he wears warm clothes and says what he thinks. GLIMPSES INTO NEW: YORK SHOPS AVE you scen the new ing cards? It wil trange for nh while to em play our soldier boys in dof kings and Red Cross nurses instead of queens, & that is what the war has ac plished. The big army fought for democracy aga royalty, and manufacturers , have to commemorate th the brave army b game standard in p' ko we shall gladly accept the r cards. The aces in the new 4 signs appropriately bear avia- ste: tors and aeroplanes on their faces, and instead of jacks we have the jack tar, A’ pack these cards would make a nice Christmas gift ‘A Christmas gift hint: Some ‘the newest handbags include yarette holder in the fittings. rene SE TE TTT OT LITE NE Pa MONDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1920 Are New York Men Less REAL Than Western Cowboys? Pretty Cowgirl Says ‘“‘Yes’’—and Beat It! ot x tae By Maurice Ketten \Our Women ‘“‘Too Proud of Their Ankles and Throats’”’ CENT WITH Mh CHAMPION AND RANCH TO CLERK, THREE-ROOM New York life seems artifteial to me. nteresting, but—but"’— no place dike the West, won't exactly tly corrected Miss Trickey. wo both rose from the tea table with same thought on our lips: East and West twain shall If you were born in the West your is Bound to be a cowboy while DON'T YOU GET IT DEAR ? AWFULLY Sore DEAR, But I is IT BACK HAVEN'T A TO MORROW aa Ma Too BAD! Plaidaty¢ HAT DEAR YOu KNOW DEA IF }HAD IT 1’D es are content with the in flivvers in- chaps who roll about stead of dashing about on a ripping, snorting, busting broncho, TAK JARR PAMIG oY Is .ME¢CARDELI. + Copyrteht, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, morning Mr. sore throat, (The Now York Evening World.) shoving him out of the way, the while they scraped scrubbed shelves and children were got off to heavy articles of furniture, take the r mechanism “Where are your books? What did » and hang the newly laundered you do with them?" asked Mrs, Jarr, buttoning the little boy's overcoat. ‘ he's always whined the yittle “A man might as well work as be sick,” grumbl vent you giving us a Mrs. Jarr. “And now you see what has to be done in a house, while you men not!" erled the tore my reader. little dog’s picture out!" worst of the hot cleaning being over, the doorbell rang. and Gertrude answered the cull, only 4s though some mystery were on tho This leaving the matter of the torn ok a question of vel ely dropped it. ook at your hands, Willfe Jarr! Were you g0- Ing to schoo! with such hands? pose the teacher sends you home and disgraces us?” “Have you got four nincty-elght?” asked Mrs. Jarr of her good man Jarr produced five dollars, “What's it for?” he asked. “Oh, never mind! concerns you,” was the the door closed and tho acity, Mrs, Jarr rived and put it in Mrs. Jarr’s room. Again the bell rang a few minutes later, and Mrs. Jarr, who wax neare y always has dirty hands and he ain't sent washroom.” Well, you wash your hands home, them clean! your hair!" cried Mrs. Jarr. think U've nothing else to do but look prot bravest and the ¢ girls’ club in New York. Twenty blind full use ing with anothe an invalid not as a phil- But in the end he had to yield, for most d him to the vopping early gether in a Girl Scout Troop, and plan practise one of the three gr Copyright, 1920, howled yain prote which had to be che [Ss LVN OARGURR IVE! was prohounced to be MOOCE& If any girl believed the advice ten and Gertrude, Business success wu: would’ marry ¢ uit on the supper necessary to keep any 1 clever enough to marry, but nowaday: any a wife considers that e'8 competition his sore throat on the lounge hi follawed by his wife st wear her hair ind hor stocking ough from her t pe rom and brush. HL, Adoration; 1V., Aggrava to the kitchen, but here he only hada her future husband never will have a No man has to be a bus conductor few minutes’ this season t modern girl wante-to-qnarry-« treat tome” RAM MARY, FRIEDA, CSRRIE AND DORA is @ story about what is to perfect themselves in the many dif- t, the ficult and delicate Scout tests cerfulest cult even for normad girls with tho nly the strang. their senses, girls in Harlem, girls who cannot, for ‘These blind Girl Scouts meet every art, tell the difference be Monday night at the Federation Set tween day and night, have banded to- tlement, No, 2440 Bast 106th ons of Scout work two divisions CAARSIALL. ¢ ment kitchen, tie New York Bening World.) And proceed to ¢ who can support her in the style what they were doing, to which she is not accustomed heavy pots and kettles and Alimony, untike thing, often burning thomselves on the big strikes twice in the same place hey cut bread, co measure coco. ne taste and feel a “see” if the soup et th 1 sme! the women's Kazine nvineed that blur her under able are all that ter N's 10VE. Lease and joke as they wv tells & ex ok. odern young man wh ation on the pr that he wants her to lun ince one that t h him on a fitty-ff nsi8 1X usu vo ) not 100K a modern | th borrows that they are sightless nd tine amp! tet. Temptation; Ih, Plirt M gration decide that “legs is MY cooks, turned guests, kirls at the table, memaking and citizenship. At 6 o'c on their big ok their own dinne deftly and briskly as if they could handling boiling, if the po ar and beaten tatoes are cooked through, if the but will go round. They iaugh their room is i pleasant 4 Mra. Marx to be w big thing ——, tor themecives, Hach svete eneof the for scouting... Mrs. Asquith: And Her Bit OA Her Latchkey — Admirers)” —_—_— oor She Relates Some of Her Zippy Experiences as a Deb—and Later By Marguerite Dean. Copyright, 1920, by Tas that he is a vain, petty fellow or a about your decision before you need Circumstances must you give way.” That t# one little nugget from a gold mine of shrewd and witty ob- servations on men and love affairs contained in the most honest and in- teresting book of personal reminis- cences of this or many other years— Margot Asquith: An Autobiog- raphy,” brought out by George H. Doran Company Before she married England's for- mer Premier, when she was thirty, Margot ‘Tennant was the enfant ter- rible of London society, Witty, origi- nal, high-spirited, attractive, she ap- pears to have been an Intellectual siren who would dare anything but who conquered without stooping. Not only young men but such veterans as Gladstone and Dr. Jowett delighted in her. There is a story that when her husband, H, H. Asquith, heard from her that she was to receive 18,000 pounds for the memoirs, he re- marked dryly, “I hope they're not worth all that." But they are, most readers will agree, and not the small- est part of uheir value lies in Mar- wvt's candid tales of the men she knew and how she treated them, Her methods featured friendliness, a com- plete informality, a courageous o dor, all based on @ stratum of sound Scotch sense, ‘To marry a man out of pity,” she observes, “is folly; and, if you think you are going to influence the k.nd of fellow who has ‘never had @ ohance, poor devil,’ you are pro- foundly mistaken, One can only in- fluence the strong characters In life, not the weak: and it is the height of vanity to suppose that you can make an honest man of any one,” Long before she “came out’ in London, lovers besieged her at her girlhood home, Glen, in the country of Sir Walter Scott. In speaking of a favorite sister, she writes: ‘“Mhere was another difference between Laura and me: she felt sad when she refused the men who proposed to her; I pitied no man who loved me, [ told Laura that both her lovers and mine had a very good chance of ge ting over it, as they invari clared themselves too soon, W neither of us aw fond very susceptible. It was the custom of the house that men should be in love With us, but T can truly say that we gave quite as much as we received.” Mangot's mother told her father that if he interfered with Margot's love affairs sho very likely would marry a groom, “I might have mar- ried the wrong man," Mra, Asquith admits, “and, in any case, interfer- ence would have been cramping to me.” How little interference there was is illustrated in this amazingly frank chronicle of hers, When sho went to balls, “Eddy” (her brother), “was by way of chaperon ng me, but I can never remomber him bringing me back from a single party. We each had our latehkeys and I went home either by myself or with @ party oF. PaWhen she was seventeen her father bought a large London house. “The only thing that pleased me in Gros- yenor Square,” she writes, “was the tron gute. When I could not find the key of the square and wanted to sit out with my admirers, after leaving a ball early, I was in the habit of climbing over these gates in my tulle dress. This was a feat which was attended by more than one risk; if you did not give a prominent leap off the narrow space from the top of the gate, you would very likely be caught up by the tulle fountain of your dress, in which case you might easily lose your life; or, If you did not keep your eye on the tine, you would very likely be caught by an early house- matd, In which case you might easily lose your reputation Surely the much-deplored freedom of the modern girl cannot go beyond that of Margot Tennant, debutant and doubtless does as little real harm. The Puckivh strain in the joan Publishing Co, (The New York Ryening World.) any young ‘miss’ reads this autoblography and wants a little de oe vice from @ very old hand, L will say to her, when a man threatens to commit suicide after you have re 1 him, you may be quite stre great coose; if you felt any doubts have none after this, and under mo If, MARGOT ASQUITH. Copyright KE. 0, Hoppa. present Mrs. Asquith may have Caused a poet to name her “the woman with the serpent’s tongue” but It also must have kept her from taking men too seriously. ‘ When Sir William Miller, @ friend of the family, sad to her, “Margy, would you rather marry me or break your jeg?’—she answered, “Break both, Sir William,” A ‘German officer followed her when she was walking home alone from an evening performance at the Dresden Opera House. He asked if he might accompany her home, aad whe assented readily, After conver- sation, during which he also her to take supper with him tne aid, “I'm afrald must p “But you aid [ might take jou home!" protested the officer, “Margot (with a slow smile), T know I did, but this is my home.’ It was—and “he looked disagpotnt- ed and surprised, but taking my hawd he Kkiewed it, th stepping back a ed and said: ‘Pardonnez-moi, - moiselle.’ Her most serious love affair wae with one Peter Flower, brother of late Lond Battersea, a good I and magnetic young man with a crop of debts and no occupation or serious interests. The reasons for her final dismissal of him, when she was twenty-seven, she sums up in words every woman in love with a waster should read “To live for ever with a man who was ine ble of loving anyone but humaelf and me, who wae without aay kind of moral ambition and chronio- ally indifferent to politics and relig- ion, was a nightmare. His lack of moral indignation and purpose, Bie intractability in all that was serious and his incapacity to improve had been cutting a deap though uneons scious division between us for yeares and I determined at whatever cost that I would say goodby to him.” Of that “compelling person” whom she married she writes simply: “When Henry told me he cared for me that unstified inner voice which we all of us hear more or less indistinctly told me I would be untrue to myself nd quite unworthy of life tf, when ® man came knocking at the door, I did not fting it wide open,” rs One matrimonial epigram in the Boole is so gool it must be repeated. But there ure two versions. 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