The evening world. Newspaper, December 29, 1921, Page 21

RRR OF enter iene aa WHICH Is SHE BEAUTIFUL In an Artist’s Eyes? A Cocktail A Lover's Impression Her Natural Self a eee French Portrait Painter’s “Cocktail Beauty” Stirs Storm of Indigt.ation Among American Artists— George Bellows and Helen M. Turner Cive Their Own Ideas. By Marguerite Dean ‘ T” beautiful woman in art is = cocktail, a mixture.”—Kecs Van Dongen, French portrait painter. “The beautiful woman in art {s one who makes upon the beholder’s mind the impression he has when ho falls in love with a eirl.”—George Bellows, American portratt painter... “The beautiful woman tn art is the woman who is most simple and sataral, who is herself.” —Helen M. Turner, American portratt pointer. Tt may be the blighting effect of Prohibition, even on the artist tem- perament. It may be American seriousness, as contrasted with Gallic Jevity. Whatever the reason, the fact is that American art, as represented by two of its most distinguished exponents, George Bellows and Miss Helen M. Turn » Teprobates utterly Kees Van Dongen's slightly intoxicating analysis of the quality of feminine beauty, just cabled to us from Paris. v ns BEAUTIFUL WOMAN -AS “The charm of cur time is that @verything may be mixed," declares Van Dongen. “It ‘s truly a cocktail epoch. Take the beautiful woman of to-day, tho very modern woman, so gowned that her dress forms part of herself. Look at the neatnesg of her bobbed hair, the complicated simplicity of hor jeweis, her Louis Quinze heels, which make the woman a goddess, “Place her in a setting which may be Chinese, negro or modern. Add lighting that may be glaring or soft- ened. Musio which can be jazzy or c.assical. Mix according to the recipe ani by your eclencs of values, by your art, you cap make her beautiful.” ‘To which Miss Turner, when I called on her at her studio, No. 111 East 10th Street, said bluntly: “I never in my Ufe read such perfect nonsense.” ile cren stronger and decidedly profane comments eame from George Bellows, in his studio on East 19th Street, just around the corner from the Leagu r ists, Inc, of whi member, "I won't wv t et all,” Mr agely. "A cocktail has an eff: e body, not on the mind « whereas the effec nt art should be ments uld say that the woman ought to he falls in love with a girl “Beauty In art ts measured by t access of the artist's attempt to give Tife to what is dead, to put on a Know~ & a ———— + : New Yo QUESTIONS. 1, What part of a ‘ship does the taffrail surmount? 2, What city ie the capital of Arizona 3. How many hundredweights there in a ton? 4. What other name is also applied to a coal mine? 5. What name is given to the color desoribed as sky-blue? * @ Whore are Manila*cigars chiefly manufactured? 7. What machine was first invented in practical form by C. L. Sholes? & What is the welkin? 9. For how many years did the oenix renew its life by burning if to ashes? 10. In what profession did Hip- erates achieve an eminence that ~ mado him famous? AT DoYou? - ehows GEORGE BELLOWS PAINTS HER. tightly stretched strip of canvas a living, lovable woman. She need not be beautiful at all in the senso in which the tired ‘business man uses the word. The chief interests in life of the average man are booze and sex. But the artist has something else to do besides brood over boudoirs. “In creating a beautiful portrait what he tries to give is a beautiful order of things.” At my request Mr. Bellows showed me a photograph of one of his own portraits, which may be taken as a@ illustration of his idea of the beautiful woman in art and which is published in The Evening World to-day. “The hands, the dress, the Dose, the background,” he explained, “are all just as important as the face, and Go to nmiake up what J have called the beautiful order of things. Pro- portion, rhythm, harmony—it is on these qualities that the beautful woman art depends.” “And aren't they cqually important ful woman !u Shouldn't s uinated 5 the artist beautiful fueytm is a e not beau- iiful at all. “Rea! beauty isa spirit" (Of course Mies Turner diin't mean the gort of spirit that comes in cocktails). “It ts what sxines through the surface of colored. and moulded, flesh, and often makes an old woman moo beautiful than a young one. As for the modern artist's looking ping WE HAVEN'T SAVED A CENT! THIS ENT: Caprruet, 1921, (New York Why Not Look Your Best? Doris Doscher World. ore Evrsing MURDERS ARE COMMITTED For. MONEY HAVE LOST YOurR FRIEND CARE OF THE TEETH. OW often we hare gazed en- raptured at a beautiful face, only to be disillusioned when the face broke into a smile, reveal- ing a row of teeth nono too nicely kept and showing the lack of at- tention to trregu- larittes thet, remedied, wauld improve inatead of detracting from the appearance of capped through life sight and sometimes even with what Was rheumatism, whea all of the have been remedied by the removal of Some apparently healthy tooth which the X-ray would bave revealed a baving 2 diseased root poisoning the entire system. teeth are equally important as a © marring or beautifying the what might be cob. omely face is great- lle reveals a , even and cared) for, fi ean be with- outa certain a action If the teeth “ tifal ea Imes you neglect a visit to the necause the small cavity sn of decay is not of a palnfut lect, because we have learned to watch for the slightest signs of cavity, knowing that neglect this respect will in time endanger our health, The watchful mother {s ever on guard to see that when the first baby teeth ave ready to fall out they are removed before they can hinder ana cayse to come in crooked the new sec- ond teeth. In spite of all the propaganda that has been put forth for the proper method of brushing the teeth, the number of those who ih their teeth correctly is sur sinal If we gnawed bones ay our primitive anceators did there would not be tho #ame necessity tor brus! but modern food {s #ot thick paste which settics between teeth. Therefore, in brushing tecth use an up and down as tt a efoes motion and 4a!so be thoroughly brush the backs of the teeth and do not continue to use ¢ toothbrush until tt becomes bald. You ean oonsider yourself economical {f you supply youreel! with a new onc every montli. You can prolong the life of » teeth, avold many diseases of gums and keep the mouth healthy condition tf you will t finger dipped tn a mouth wash us means of giving both upper and lower gums a thorough massage. Bven this causes the gums to bleed a little at first, they are soon strengthened and the entire health of the mouth ig tmproved. This also improves the shape of the mouth, helpin the suc- givg muscles around the lips and giving the face a sweete Pression Modern dentistry has ched that point where there {s hardly any $ regularity of the placin whieh cunnot be everc vant of look this fact deat rem t aunt is past, A periodical teath must be put in ae perfest eon visit to the dentist ‘a gomething t dition cleanliness and modern no right thinking pergon ought to science can make them, i HEN you canzot be in the kitchen to watch the veger tables boiling add @ piece of butter, size of a walnut, to the water. The Housewife’s Scrapbook Coprrigts, WR, (New Tork Dreniag World.) by Prem Pubtishing On * Let them stand a few minutes, then throw into cold water, after which Tub between the bands. ‘The vegetables will then cools stead- 1t +s anid that cider will keep siveet © 4 fly as they should and will not Soil ated, but not bofled, then pur into MNS - over and seated s vo a.unotds she, iA e n ao threw vellog weagr ever we have learped eech Qhoere ereeds vi) . ? 8 OP CO treats ONE My my a NR 8 eer ” ak ry Se tgp a . — RIGHT You ARE OR ZOU PROB: WEARE JUST AS ive way WOULD HAVE LasT. ITN SOME / CROOKED Ol STOCKS ME MoNeYyY You'D HAVE NT IT BY THIS TIME AND IF WE HAD SAVED SOME AND NOT SPENT CHEER UP! WE OUGHT TOBE DARN GLAD WE DIDN'T 7 ES, ITS FOR BEST! 1/921 HMDS DCR TIA BBCI 9 RET TT OE METRE HST HRD The Heart of a Girl By Caroline Crawford Copyright, 1921. (New York Bvening World) by the Press Publiubing Oo, Which Man Wil! Peggy Marry? ‘The story of a typica. New York girl Vesey Darton, eighteen, who has just entered business as a rapher. tler heart is divided betwern two lovers: Billy Bractciy her own x and Harrieon niey, a well-to-dy bachelor, ten veary her cullor. The. offi ns tem experiences, brigs new lovers Begin rearing thin xtory to-day) Fvery instulment a new episode in Pews's affairs, THE THREE CORNERS OF HER HEART. Pe tried to become interested about life, nave an idea no other 1 & Dovel but Billy iendsh'p girl on earth knows Billy the way I ing with its heavy scroll work do, therefore, whether he makes @ held her attention success in Hfe or not, 1 fee! more o: fay roc the less responsible for Billy —e lay more tha resp Hetle bleck word “And then the sharp, Ay before he B (ferent to Wh + but I eac atinue to tel about?’ phe asic closed the book with a 4 aftaira ‘he 9 to think about he "I might as well confess tt—1am in- terested in three men. Th+ ers of my heart ave the Hfe of Lought tot Peggy, hud " {ts two upper corners 4d then long apex. In fuct she drew up to her I can’ ink about marr visions of desk and sketched a good sized heat ones x In the upper left hand corner 5h6 tiem? poew ne ever say ‘she 1s di wrote “Harrison Townley.” In tae ro.n1 uecause 1 met ber under un- rishi si F 4 ai She told me lower corner where th 7 . : a2 mote” 2 ’ 2 aciit up on Tt sec to 1 un 1 i make of wiman ae BUNS nd like @ flash wit" out -« the r ary, ation: a dec rh 5 the only girl ce chaps. { wonder iy every gir! thinks Ww Then if be proposes that about the men she knows? I believe girls throw @ sort oi Iittle ‘He and 80 different’ halo about every man they meet? “1 have put Harrison Townley down as a fich, somantic bachelor who has wanted to marry me nm the time I wes @ child thought keeps him dear tn « Mile. Segret Reveals Machina- tions of Her Murderous Lover in a “Truth Stranger Than Fiction” Chapter. Carried Away by Impetuousness and Trickery of Landru, She Leaves Mother for a Home With Him. Dhia te the third chapter tn Fernande Segret'a own atory, writ- ten for The Evening World, of her Wife with Henrl Landru, the “Blue- tecrd of Gambais,” whom she knew under the pseudonym of Lu- clen Guillet. she is the “one he aid not kill.” It 49 in this chapter that she tells how she went to live with him in his Paris apartment. ~By Fernande Segret. Coprrtgat, Pag aL AR Se = Weng) | CHAPTER III. ‘That last interview with my firet fiance had left me without illusions. I sent him away and was sure that Lucien would be with me again al- most immediately, despite the rage he had exhibited at hin departure, But hours passed and still he did not come. Abandoned by both? As this thought took ever clearer form in my tortured brain it was suddenly crowded out by a newer premonition, a dread, I felt—I cannot tell why— that Lucten would kill himself, if he had not already done so. No longer did I hesitate. I was determined, disregarding all considerations that ought to have restrained me, to go at once to his home. T remembered a quarrel we had in September, when my nerves had been fo affected by the suspicions of my mother. I had told him of my fears and begged him to do something, say something that would brush them y. Flo had been evasive. myself cannot understand,” he liad sald, “why my papers do not arrive.” Furious, I had lost control of my- self and told him all that wae in ay eas. of had used words that were deliber&tely meant to cause pain; | sulted him; tried everything in a vain effort to draw from him one word that would give me hope. He had listened coldly, say novhing, Ms facial expression {1 bile, until my nerves Rave Way and C b into sobbing, nen he had come calinly to me, taken my hands in hia spoken mora as a father than as v lover at first, then protested agin his love and fidelity and sworn aga . that I should be his wife. Only—only I must be patient yet a little longer. All this bad been bofore that fatal day of the armiatice. And now I was to go to his house to learn—I knew not what. It was 6 o'clock in the evening. The door of Lucten's apartment Was open, and yet 1 saw no lirht within, T called out and there wis no response. Terror struggled against my resolve, but I went !n and hurri:d from room to room. A bit of paper on the table revealed two lines from Faust. The hand was that of Lucien, yet strangely altered, perhaps by ite trembling. These were the lines “Vainn echos de la joie huma: “Passc®. ..passex votre chemin With heavy feet cnd a heavier heart I went Into his chambe,, ant there a strange scene met me. The floor was strewn with withered roses. My portrait, draped in black was hanging in its accustomed place, and before It was placed a chair in the manner of a Prie-Dieu, a8 if be had knelt there as befors an idol or a vacred (mage. Even while | was bitterly reproact- ine myself, holding that I was to blame for the tragedy which I fett sure had occurred, I heard the oper. ing of a door, It was Lucien. Hoe threw himself at my feet; his head was buried n my lap and my hands were wet with He had not spoken, bu € united as never b. ng 6 are subservient? € euch stupid things? A we nat Does not Gives Herself to Landru, The French “‘ Bluebeard’? — our love, surpass all formulae? Hie begged me to assure him that I attached no Importance to the mis understandings that had separated us and made us suffer, He wanted me to prove’ that I was free the prejudices that inhabit love anu spoil its beauty. We shouid live each for the other, he said, in spite of atl difficulties. “Let us not lose one moment of the jappiness that is possible for ua." he implored. Ah, chere petite almee, you are mine; you be to me! No-~ body—do u hear?—nobody shall take you from my arms.” Never had I known Lucien to. be like this, Never had { found him tr such a state of exaltation. Again and again, and wildly, he kissed me, and his arms tightened about me as if he defied all the powers of the world to tuke me from him, “Ah, you shall learn, dear one,” be said in a shaken voice, “you shail learn what it is to be loved. and you shall see that I know how to make you happy.” Happiness? For mo? How bitterly 1 reproached myself now for thy words of cruelty T had once spoken to him! Now i fet that there was nothing—nothing I could not fade to recompense him. He was telling me, while his arms trembled about me, that he felt him- self capable of the greatest achieve ments, provided that they should b for me—for me alone. And then bis voice changed as he said, very grave- ly, that If ever I lett hita in lt that the laws ent would certainly cause his death; it would be my baud signing warrant. How could I; how evuld any ‘women doubt the sincerity of such ap avow- al? My streng'i was gone. He had spoken the truth whan he said that T belonged to him. Cympletely com- quereu, my soul no longer my own, my pride withered, I closed my eyes and told him, very softly, that trom this moment my heart was beating for bim alone; that it would never change. ‘ ' It meant that I was to make my howe henceforth in the little aparc meht of Lucien in the ~ue hechou- art. There were some things that must be done, I must go frst to m home—must see my mother, Then would return. P One more passionate embrace and T left Lucien there and went out imo the street. Slowly I walked away, wondering how I should tell my mother. I had not yet chosen the words when | arrived and she saw at once the change that had come over me. Then the words came unbidgen, 1 told her exactly what had happened, concealing nothing. She pleaded = me, argued, wept, used covery A fice to destroy the idol that I had enshrined in my soul, Her efforts were in vain—and worse than in vain, for the more ghe attacked the character of the man 1 loved, the more passionately I ¢ fended him, The natura) feellug he- and daughter wns tween mother infsunderstandp >. poisoned = wi There were words that burned, aud at last T tore myself uway. Darkness was turned. hi to the streets as ! hurrying under the ligh:~ the shadows of Parta. dor dead, until I re conscler (Chapter No. 4 To-merrow) i ¥ ” & rf ¥ ® $ ® i prs TMT EMT Hae I I 100070 Oe eI ‘A <- Maxims <> Ofa Modern Maid By Marguerite Mooers Marshall What no girl ever understands is that there is one thing easier than pa, 8 to er. remember ut. ION (New TF peramental wom ading man. her—and that is forgetting Evening World) by tho Pree Publishing On, doesn't want a husband; what she wants’ who wt!! know how to “feed” her emotional seenes, never taking the limelight reserved for the star herself. A man’s {dea of consulting bis wife's wishes is to ask her what she wants for dinner on Sunday, then denounce sarcastically or flerecely her every suggestion, then go to the market and select the cut on which be had set his beart in the first place. ‘This ts the time of the annual wonderment as to why we ever gave away all the things we wanted to keep—to receive, in exchange, al) the things we yearn to give away. Nobody ever loves the people as much as thelr professional deliverers pretend to do. The woman who begins by marrying a man because she is sorry for him {nvariably ends by being ever so much more sorry for herself. Just es the male collector of stamps, coins, Japanese prints or Ameri cane is never quite so well sasisfled as when he bas snatched « treasure from a brother collector, eo the woman who collects hearts values most e one which afl her little friends heve tried their hardest to capture. ‘clende are persons who say to you the things thet your worst enemy fo sey to others eee ee ne ee a iBET elas ee