The evening world. Newspaper, February 3, 1921, Page 19

THURSDAY, FEE RUARY 3, 1921 Here’s a Wall Street Bomb in Fiction JANE BURR’S ‘PASSIONATE SPECTATOR’ | “An Ironie Study of Men and Women Who Take in Vain the Glorious Names of Love and Freedom.” By Marguerite Dean. Copyright, 1021, by the Pres fubiishing Co. (Tho New York Brening World.) NTHWR the newest of new women—“The Passionate Spectator!" She is the titlé and the heroine of Jane Burr's latest novel, which, on its publication in London a few months ago, caused the author to be hailed as a menace to the home which has just been brought out in New York by Thomas Seltzer. Miss Burr's work is of special interest to Americans, since she was born Rosa- lind Guggenheim, daughter and heir- ess of the St, Louis copper magnate, She firet married Jack Punch, a St. Louis manufacturer, and he di- vorced her in St. Louls, changing de- sertion. Then she became the wife of Horatio Winslow, son of the Chief Justice of the Wisconsin Supreme Court and former editor of the Masses. She and Mr. Winslow have been separated for five years. She chooses to be known as “Jane Burr,” the name under which she has writ- ten several novela and books of verse, and is now living in New York, It is possible, of course, to take “The Passionate Spectator" as a shock, a sort of Wall Street bomb in iction—which is how literal-minded endem scoms to have accepted this ,sovel, Just as even educated Eng- ishmen used to think «that Fifth Avenue and Broadway were the happy/hunting-grounds of red Indians in blankets, so now, it would seem, the English believe those thorough- fares teem with “passionate specta- tors’ and with the men who make love to them when not otherwise employed in marrying millionair- esses. But I am sure that many of Miss Burr's friends and ad- mirers in New York will see in her book a pass e satire, an ironic study of men and women who, tak- ing in vain the glorious names of ove and freedom, are merely cads and cadesses, with the taste, the discrimination, the self-control of the cata on the back yard fence. Setchen, the passionate spectator of the title—personally, 1 should de- ecribe her as a passionate partici pa- tor—is quite the most humorless eroine I have ever met, and takes the most extraonlinary fancies in the way of men. She married first:a man whom she herself described as a “pig-face,” with “the loose under lip and the flabby jowls, the short nose with its uneven nostrils, and the pin-point, pushed-together eyes.” There are Hot enough Apollos to go around, of course, but surely no girl has to ac- quire 4 pig-faced husband—especial- ly when he makes a mere seven thousand a year. Setchen next fell in love with a music teacher, whom she pictured as a “comic valentine.” He also had one brown eye and one blue. He told chi her he hated his wife, and when she went to see him unexpectedly “there emerged from that’ Blue Beards chamber of his the young daughter of a very dear friend. She had been weeping and her face was terrible to wee.” Wien I got this far I said to my- self: “But the passionate spectator, poor dear, lived in Chicago, aud per- haps there aren't any good-looking men in that city, I never saw one.” However, did she have any better luck when she came to New York? She did NOT. She left home, and her Busband got a divorce for desertion. (The day after, he married her best friend, with whom, of course, he had heen having an affair before and dur- ing his marriage to the passionate spectator—aren't men the brutes?) Well, and then in New York she fell fervently in love with a philanthropic doctor, “little and homely. In his prim black clothes he reminded me of a candy groom on a wedding cake.” Perhaps the association of ideas made her pick him for the role of groom at her next wedding, after—d quote again—“one day, quite quietly, be said, ‘Dear I love you.” Alas! ‘There was a morning when he didn’t come to his office, and she received @ note explaining that he had mar~ ried a rich woman the night before and sailed to Hurope—“of course you will understand.” It was when he returned, eight months later, that life for the pas- sionate spectator began to be just ‘one scarlet letter after another, with @ Nervous collapse or two and a period of morphine addiction thrown in for good measure. She married another medical friend, after she found the first one true neither to herself nor to his rich wife. Disloy- alty always enraged the passionate spectator when she was the object instead of the penpetrator of it. She fell in love with her husband, a@ charming, tender, generous, intelli- gent creature, but with one fatal flaw. ‘te went to Mexicc—something the ¢usband of a_ passionate spectator should never do. She stood it as jong as she could, Then she got even by going to Greenwich Village. There was a “writer person,” & night and a thrill, After that she met an Irish lecturer on feminism, with four daughters, a deceased wife whom he had driven insane, @ penchant for getting his women friends to lend him thelr cars and sign ohecks for him, a self-confessed willingness to “murder for enough money to make him comfortable for the rest of his life.” It rarely occurs to any male character in “The Passionate Spec- tator” that Fe might work for the money he wants, ‘This fascinating individual, playing by exvitable Knglish olergymen, and true to form, married overnight “an old girl with the money, a woman with millions and millions of dollars to spend.” The passionate spectate after whispering something in his ea “buried my hands in his blond hai and nearly tore it from his scalp, screaming, ‘I could kill you! I could kill you!'” Instead, she took the train to Chicago and her sainted Aunt Caroline, And what did auntie say to it all? Auntie, devoted wife and mother of many children, cheered up the pas- sionate spectator by the adm ssion that she had had a lover for twelve years, that her husband had alwa: been In love with other men's wive: that, nevertheless, they were de- voted to each other, that everybody did such things—"“much simpler than getting divorces and having to go through the same old bore of marriage again and finding another lover.” Finally, this accommodating, amazing, affectionate auntie—so like all the aunts we've ever known—ad- vised dear Setchen to take ‘the next train to Mexico, whieper something in her husband's ear—‘men are such simple darlings"—live, love and be happy ever after If this be not satire, carried to the point of burlesque, what is it? eerie iss MAXIMS OF” A MODERN MAID IARGUERITE MOOERS MARI/MALL Conrrigit, 1031. ty, the, Prom Publishing Co (ihe New York Mrening World S every lover knows, in @ plot to ensnare a girl's affections a kiss is as good as a wile. If a tax is levied on bachelors, will they be allewed to deduct their bills for flowers, candy and theatre tickets as a part of the cost of doing business? From a feminist's notebook: The seven deadly sins of ‘women are meekness, obodience, self-sacrifice, hypocrisy, humorlessness, gush and lack of brains, The ‘clever woman downtown is going about with her lantern look- ing for even one man who realizes thet sometimes she may have some- thing more important to do than to listen to his confidences, A woman who has made one un- happy marriage is often afraid to take another chance, yet if she bought an unbecoming hat she wouldn’t think she must wear it the rest of her ife—or go bareheaded. Train up a child in the way he should go and in your old age just WATCH him depart from it. Of the bad husband who allows his wife to get an uncontested di- vorce it might be said that nothing in his married life became him like the leaving of it. Even the highly modern novelist, who allows a fair share of brains to most of his woman characters, feels periodically that he must re- habilitate bimself by writing the tale of a divine cow, No woman ‘would ever marry @ man if his sister told her the whole truth about him. Count that day lost whose low de- seending sun Shows no dry agent “pinched” for graft begun. ——— COOKING HELPS. TE crust for cream or lemon filling should be baked in @ moderate oven. To pre- vent blistering prick a few holes in the crust with a fork before putting in oven, An un- baked crust filled with fruiy should be baked in a quick oven to prevent the crust from becoming soggy. A cook when asked what makes her pies so delicious said it is the hot water she uses in mixing the dough. And we have always been so parvicular to use ice water. This cook says the water should be hot but not boiling, and she asserts the crust will always be flaky, tender and crisp—Just what constisutes perfect pies. | AM GOING 7 BE } MARRIED. 1 AM TIRED OF GOING AROUND ALONE \WHAT ARE YOu LAUGHING AT 2 WE ARE MARRIE ARE LONE Sone MY HUSBAN 2 ISA TRAVELING ¢ SALESMAN TAM A CGIOLF Ww DOW BUSINESS. MY HUSBAND ISA TIRED SIAN TAK JARR FAMILY © fe pe, Erow Publ atie aorta Son York Dyed ’ 6c HE Stryvers are going to celebrate their silver wed- ding next month,” Mrs, Jarr. “That reminds me we have been married—just how long do you think?" Mr. Jarr gaye an imitation of a man thinking, "Um-er, let me see?" he said musingly. “Oh, you needn't bother if it's of f0 little consequence that you can't remember without straining - self," said Mrs, Jarr sharply. “Well, how long is it?’ he asked “Let me see," @he replied. “Our Witte is going on eleven and little Emma is eight—please don’t look at remarked me that Way, you fused!" get me all con- “Hu snorted Mr. Jarr, “it would seem you are forgetful, too.” “I may not remember the exact dates of anniversarfes, but at least I they remember whimpered what stand for,"" Mrs. “It is the thought, the tender thought of such occasions, Mrs. Wallop was just tell- ing me the other day that her first husband, Bertrand Beamish, who drank so hard and abused her so that sbe had to divorce him, always re- membered their wedding anniversaries and ‘Said it with flowers,’ as the ex- pression is.” “When he swore at her, then, he said it with flowers? How nice,” mur- immured Mr, Jarr “Whi, lived together two years “Well, the principle of the thing, the they only tender thought is just the sume," Mrs, Jurr insisted. “Mrs. Wallop told me that ough her first husband struck her cruelly just the day pro- vious to her first anniv and she had two black eyes and couldn't go to a funeral of a dear friend or partici- pate in social pleasures for weeks, the flowers he sent her with their fragrance days, and it has alw spot in ber memory.” “Yes, to match the tender spots on her body," said Mr. Jarr gruffly. “And that's the guy that spent all her yet Hed the room and bh for s been « tender ity <r Ca eee “Well, he spent a portion of it on flowers for her, didn't he?” asked M Jarr, “Prue, he might have been a eller Tan In some ways, but at least * wus thoughtful, That goes a long with a woman ‘So it would eem," replied Mr. Jerr. “And Beamish's brutality is forgotten and his blooms—-the flowers he bought with her money—are still remem- yes," said Mrs, Jarre. “Mra. her finst marriage was a her first hustand was a cave type, and he wouldn't on her, #he aays, only he wits dreadfully jealous, And when he jealous his rage knew no bounds and he gtuck at nothing." “And struck at everything?” re- plied Mr. Jarr, “And i am to mm- derstand that Mrs, Wallop regards w Hear! Hear! Latest Fashion Exposure—Ears Are Coming Out! ANTIQUE SIZE By Will B. Johnstone. ARS are coming out! Milady's legs, ditto her back, have been out quite a little of late and having committed the limit of excesses in exposure along these iines the only thing left for her to re- veal is the said ears, ‘This scandal is imminent, according to the Ladies’ Hair Dressing Associa- tion, now convened in Boston. “Show at jeast the Ups of your ears And wave your hair," is the advanced information, hot from the curling iron, ‘The renaissance of ears per- mits baby vamps and flappers to un- cover only a fraction of thelr his- teners, the young married set are given more license, say a balf portion effect, while dowagers may wear ly nude, will be by looking spectings her tec mul of | Women haye not worn their ears exposed to the dawn's early light since the brazen days of the Chicago World's Fair, when everything was as loone as ashes. After nestling in currant bun clus ters for about thirty years, it will be interesting to see what effect im- Drigonment has had upon the ears a now they are to be brought to light. Will we wee a new race of ears, un- natural as Mammoth Cave fish? Will they stunted or will they blossom forth like pallid mushrooms? Anyway, having decided to open the ear question, earrings will again be stylish, and hoops, pendants and similar chandelier effects have been promised as decorations to encourage the over modest, who woukl other- wine refuse to expose absolutely un- dreased cara to the public gaze. _THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 1921 It’s in the Style Business That the Fainting Sex Excels. So Far as Our Female Citizens Go This Is the Sweet Land of Lingerie, and Stenographers : Are Now Hired for Their Short Skirts Instead ix of Their Shorthand. Read On— : Coprriatht, L091, by the Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World.) Py T takes no statistics to prove that lots of women are now doing work * * | besides the bartenders’ wives. We have lady cops in short vamp brogans and lady drummers that could sell you a fire escape for your bungalow, We have ladies running boxing shows, although Helen of Troy ‘ waa the first female fight promoter. And we have a lady Congressman from Oklahoma, which went Republican and feministic at the last elec~ tion, It seems that they're on the job everywhere except at the telephone exchange 4 The latest thing in Justice Is lady Jurors. For the first time since ¥ Adam coughed up his rib women will sit still for 88 a day and listen i to men folks argue. It goos to show what money will do. The dames lend a refining atmosphere to the court room. Objections mast now be made in g Chesterticldian manner and cross-questioning can’t be so cross, With flappers in the jury box a swell defendant that can wave his hair can also waive his examination and not fret about the verdict. From SIGHTSEERS IN NEW YORK TO-DAY DON'T GO AROUND IN? RUBBERNECK WAGONS—THEY MOOCH AROUND ON i t RUBBER HEELS, ' % now on Our greatest trial lawyers will be guys that have studied Bem Brummell and not old blokes that are steamed up on Blackstone. A chap that pleads with manicured nails can win his case hands down. Female jurors should be a success, True, it will be hard work ter them arguing in the jury room, where there are no plates and saucef. But 94 long as rouge and lipsticks are kept out of the room a womants fury can’t ve fixed. All they can make up will be their minds. and that's all that justice demands. Howevér, It's in the style basiness that the fainting sex excels} ‘The frails got shorter skirts without striking for ‘em, and short skirta) are a great improvement unless a girl's bow-legged or a guy’s near. | sighted, And to add to the general joy of living they're now making} hair nets in smaller sizes and selling ‘em for stockings. i In the ancient days, when a powder puff put a gal in the fast set, Maty had # Uttle lamb that followed her to school, To-day eyery Mary had two d calves and it's the hosiery sleuths that do the following. Y‘ d rhe real sightseers in New York to-day don’t go around in ru}- berneck wagons. They mooch around on rubber heels. ; The traffic cops on Fifth Avenue used to hold up the chauffeurs to lt the girls walk past. Now they have to start the chauffeurs going aj after they've Watched the chickens cross the road. You don’t have to h at the Old Farmers’ Almanac to know that this hasn't been a very tou; winter on the avenue ankle inspectors. A girl with nothing above her neck almost always has plenty be-/ low her garters. Since invisible clothes were introduced it is no longer | necessary for a dame to think faster than the eye can see. That's why} { stenographers are now hired for their short skirts instead of their; Z shorthand. The hand that rocks the cradle rocks the boat. So far as our female citizens go, this ts the sweet land of Ii ‘They used to hitch the price tag on waists. Now they attach the waist the price tag. A girl has more on going to a shower than going to a show, Last week an opera warbler sang Salome clothed in twenty-eight bea: and twenty-two of 'em were perspiration! You guessed it, neighbor, won't be a bad land to live in if they don’t pass any more amendmen on Us. ne ee ee ee re ee the brutality of her first husband as excused because he was jealous of “Why, of course,” Mrs. torted. ' “It showed he loved her madly.” “Why, certainly!" said Mrs. Jadr, “At least it's a conypliment to woman to be jealous of her, . besides, when a man sends his flowers he isn’t sending them another woman, is he? Jarr re- loved her, “Well, I should say mad, if not “Well, I remember our anniversay madly,” ventured Mr. Jarr. “So all date now," said Mr, Jarr, “Fi i iilenen it yan do le thicdeh are GceaGeulty denn henen Neen | jealousy and say jt with flowers— you appreciate my remembrance of H no matter what you otherwise do or the day just as much, dearte, if |T i what you say?” gave you a good beating?” 4 Cocoa Custard! O your youngsters object to eating nourishing food? Flavor it with ‘that, chocolaty taste” of & Runkel's All-Purpose Cocoal It's ‘The New : Cocoa Cookery."" Write for our new recipe booklet—it will hel; you with the whole family’ 8 diet, , RUNKEL BROTHERS, Ine, 450 Woot 30.n Street, New York City Runkel's All-Purpose Cocoa te Drinking. Baking «4 Cooking