The evening world. Newspaper, August 19, 1922, Page 11

Is the ‘‘Office Flapper’’ Outgrowing Her “Mental Frivolity’’ ? Investigation Shows She's Beginning to Spend Part of Her Lunch Hour in Church and That Bobbed Hair May Cover a Head Full of Lofty Thoughts By Fay Stevenson. Gepyright, 1922 (Now York Bvening World) by Press iblishing Company. ) oe 4 ere who imagine the flapper thinks of nothing but new sport riga, powdering her nose and patting parties have something to learn. You never can tell what lofty thoughts may linger under that tip-tilted hat which covers such seemingly wild, bushy, bobbed hair and displays variety of dazzling ear-rings. This may be a shock to scandal- fengers, but nevertheless a walk @ewn Broadway during the noon hour Dest Bt. Paul's or Trinity Church or ‘> Broadway past Grace Church will Prove our point. For, lo, and behold, (his much-talked-about modern young woman, young, pretty, stylish, full of yeath and fun, disappears within the Pertals of these churches and is lost fm thought and devotion. A few days ago it was brought to Whe Evening World's attention that any young women from the busi- Bees sections of this city made tt their usiness to attend these noon services eed, rather than spend a full hour fer tuncheon or almlessly walking about the streets, seek out a quiet pew In the large churches which #0 eordially welcome them at noon. With a keen eye and willing pen to @sfend the young woman of the day, T started out just at twelve by Mayor Mylan's own clock upon City Hall and feined the throng which usually winds fs way to a cafeteria or a Chinese bancheon. @®. Paul's Church, at Broadway and Amn Street, stood with its doors Wide open while the cool, quieting in- ffwence of its darkened portals invited the passing throng to come in. A placard announcing mid-day wervices from twelve-fifteen to twelve- thirty: tolls the business ‘man or woman that they will have ample op- portunity to attend service and go to fancheon too. It is true that as I turned into the @urhe yard I left a tremendous @rrong of young women still marching @oward an immediate luncheon, but fthe moment I entered the cnurch a new sight met my eyes. It was well fied and, although there were a num- ber of bald headed men, women over fifty and a few sturdy, clean cut young men, I was surprised to note the number of pretty young women; yes, many belonging “flapper set’ with @heckered gingham dresses, fancy @ports stockings and their hats oo- quetishly pointed toward the left ear. Bo It was true! The Mappers were seeking solace in worth-while things and did not spend the!r whole lun- she.u hour devouring chicken-chow- mein, loe cream ple, purchasing tal- @um powder or pressing their noses against windows dispalying sleeveless gowns or the latest, sheerest hosiery. 1 noted that many of the flappers but occasionally one One @ame in pairs, strayed into her pew alone. The Way of the World By Sophie Irene Loeb young woman dressed tn a flaming red gingham dress made with the new slit-sleeves and wearing a white silk hat with a single red, red rose par- tioularly held my attention. She sat very quiet, meditating with the se- riousness and earnestness of a Greek professor, sang a hymn with all the spirit of a ohoir-master and then con- oentrated every thought while the preacher delivered his short address. Did the service mean as much to her as to the little bald-headed man with horn-rimmed glasses who eat in front of her? But it was at Trinity Church that I found the largest number of young businese women attending service. Dressed in their fancy, many-colored knitted sweaters (the very ones you see them knitting in the subways go- ing back and forth from business), these young women added @ touch of color and brightness to the sombre sotting with its serious-eyed bankers, financiers and busy men who step into this place of worship daily for a few minutes of quietness and meditation. Most of the giris were in their early twenties and several were but seven- teen and eighteen. It was a bright sunshiny day, but they preferred to come into this place of worship to pray, to mediate and to glean some message from the preacher. “It Is one of the most wholesome sights we witness,’ Dr. J. B, Meyers, who is conducing the summer services, told me after service, as he stood at the entrance of old Trinity and pointed to the throng of passing girls, ‘So much has been said about the modern girl that I am only too glad to speak of the many young women who come Does a Girl Her Summer Beau? By Caroline Crawford 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. Copyright, THE WEDDING DAY. ALLY was not superstitious, but when the sun streamed into her room on the morning of her wed- ding day it made her feel that she was marrying the right man, This had been a delightful summer for Per, in fact It had been her summer, and now as she thought about the differ- ent men she met she believed that, after all, «ome of the happiest mar- riages are made during vacation time. When she closed her desk and mapped the padlock on her type- writer just before starting off on her vacation she felt intuitively that her “desk days’ were over. ‘Wouldn't it be wonderful if I should meet my future husband during this summer season and never have to return to this dingy old office,” she thought as her train carried her to the little boarding house up at Round Lake. Now her vacation was over and this was her wedding day! Three men stood out Mistinctty dur- ing her stay in the country and of the three she had chosen Billy Croton. ‘There were times when she was quite uncertain which man she ought to marry, and then suddenly things be- Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company, WOMAN lay, her face to the wall, And prayed that death might come. Her courage at its lowest ebb—gone, Alone! Alone! She bore the burden And went down into the Valley of the Shadow In her depth o! And before her That should thanksgivi warmth Yet alas! With a stigma existence. And she who smile To bring to earth a new-born soul, And her tortured heart cried aloud f despair, in her degradation. the future spread dark and dreary With the added burden of the blameless babe have entered life with joy and ng. Unwelcome, unwanted, there it lay, = bundle of That asked for nothing but chanoe. It faced the world handicapped of reproach, reproof for ite very, had borne it could not stand the Of the kindly woman who looked down upon her with compassion Tt was all pity, pity, pity And the soul of her rebelled at the injustion, Bhe who had given all, believing all, Had loved not wisely but too well. Hor trust broken, and now Bhe paid the penalty with usurious interest. Friendless indeed she was, for those she loved Would be put to shame, and she could not bear To face the future—so she prayed for death. This young blossom, in the very heyday of youth and beauty, Not long since the lowe light was And hope beat high in her heart. But alas! Now laid iow, in her eyes, With the weight of the world on her shoulders, Bearing the scarlet letter of what While he—he who had defiled and He went scot-free. L'EN Tt te-the year 2000 A, PD, men call sin. deserted— vol. They stand side by side, he and she, Before the Court of Human Justice, : They bear the burden equally, For the world has paid the price Of broken lives and hearts and souls And bas changed its way. Saily’s Summer to us for fifteen minutes’ service dafly Many times we notice that the girl who comes alone at first brings « friend the next time.’’ Then Mr. Meyers pointed to the young girls who were sitting in the church yard eating their lunches as added, ‘'Bven if they don’t come In, but just sit out here and eat their lunches we are pleased. However, many of the girls come in daily, eel dom failing us. They are stenograph- ors, secretaries, pales. girls, clerks and young women from all walks of life. You oan see they are all girls who care for dress and may well be termed ‘flappers,’ but I belleve they are the most serious wor- shippers we have.” ‘The same conditions were found at Grace Church. Instead of bankers and financiers, of course, one found the tired woman shopper who paused for a few consecrated moments, but the number of young girla was quite as high as in the financial section. Salesgirls, shopworkers, factory girls and many typists came in small groups and freqpently by themselves. Byery one of these girls amacked of business life. Their eyes possessed a keen understanding of worldly mat- ters, while their clothes still bore the traces of the shops and could be classed as ‘‘the very latest.’’ But call them flappers, baby vamps or what you will, they tripped to their pews with an earnestness and sin- cerity which bespoke thought and the desire for better things. So you never can tell what lofty thoughts are hidden among the bobbed locks and tip-tilted hats. Ever Marry gan to work themselves cut. Richard Bonnington confessed he was a mar- ried man and was eliminated from her list at once. J. C. Billings began to bore her and she often wondered if his wealth would repay her for the many hours of unhappiness she knew she would spend In his company, Billy Croton interested her more than any of the others, but she knew him to be the least eligible. Then came the great day which de- cided her fate. She was riding In an old-fashioned carriage with Croton when a rotted tree limb suddenly hit him upon the head and so injured him that he was unconscious. While bath- ing his head from a nearby brook Sally lost the engagement ring which Billings had given her. At first the loss of this ring looked Nke the most tragic event of her life, but it was the loss of this ring and her tender care of Croton which awoke a sincere and devoted love in her heart for Croton. Later the ring was found by some Girl Scouts, Croton’s salary raised to $5,000 a year and Billings loaned them his bunga- low for the wedding ceremony. And now the great day had arrived, A gray travelling sult with a chic felt hat to match lay upon the bed waiting for her to don them. Within a few hours she would be Mra, Wil- Mam Croton, and ‘‘Sally" only to her most intimate friends. Billings was going to loan them his roadster and they were to take an extended motor trip for thelr honeymoon. But in a few weeks she would be back in New York established in some Iittle apart- ment with brand new furniture. Had she chosen the right path? Would si have been happier with the fat, puggy Billings and a town home with her own motor car? A little rap at the door interrupted her and seemed to answer these ques- tions. At her staccato “Come in” Billy entered dressed in his wedding clothes, He wore a light gray sult which: matched her travelling gown, and as he walked across the room and came up to her, Sally thought she saw Something almost different about him, He began to look like a ‘married man," even before the ceremony Croton had just come from his bar- ber's, and as he bent over her and laid his smooth, boyish cheek next to hers Sally no longer wondered whether she would have been happier with the fat, puggy Billings “We oucht to be the happleat eouple in the world, Sally, girl,"’ Cro- ton said as they stood together look ing out across the lake at the lit bungalow where they were to become man and wife am quite certain we are!'* ‘But do you realize that we came very close to marrying the wrong People,” Croton continued. ‘Here was I engaged to a girl | had known all my life. And here were you en- gaged to Billings, thy wealthiest man at Round Lake, You thought you had to marry him because of his money. I thought I had to marry the girl to whom I had been engaged ever since I was sixteen, Then fate played @ trick—my supposed flancee eloped and you lost your flance's engagement ring. Losing that ring seemed to break the bond, both you woke up to the ages and then we found ¢ “It was fate, ughed Sally “It was Cupl uid Croton, Cupid is just another word for love,” ‘THE END, SATURDAY, AUGUST 19, 1922. Can You It! Beat. one PEC her By Press Pub. REMENBRER PATIENCE (& A VIRTUE ALWAYS STICK TO ONE PLACE /F. OU W/ANT TO bi IF %0u WISH HARD ENOUGH FOR A THING YOu ‘LL FINA LLY GET 7 Fables By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Prean Publishing Company. pee I wonder If the seashore censors who order the cops to arrest every female Showing one square inoh of skin from her great toe ‘up, Or from her collar- bone down— gf it the old ladies of either sex, whose idea of a strictly Proper bathing euit. Is as blue as the Atlantic Ocean— bluer— I wonder, I say, If these purity fanciers ever visit & bathing beach And themselves take a look at the terrible “temptations” littered over the landscape, Beauty, we know, is @ snare That entangleth the feet of the young men, And our super-moralists of the strand have always acted on the assumption That high-water-line hostery yards of serge Keep beauty under cover And serve as life proservers to morality. and Pas | Going Down! EAR READER: One of D the great fallacies of this world is trying to hang onto the ocoattalls of the rich and by this means seck a ro- ward. The road to success has only one sign board and that reads: ‘‘Hard Work," Have you travelled that road? Faithfully, ALFALFA 8MITH, for the _ By Maurice Ketten PERSEVERANCE IS ANOTHER VIRTUE Fair MORAL: Venus Was the First Bathing Beauty—There Is No Second. It was a great theory As long as it lasted— A most genuine compliment to the hidden, heinous charms Of our bathing girls. But—alas! The girls themselves have given the game away, And the case for super-moralists. Despite all sumptuary codes, All censors, cops, magistrates, sun- burn, safety pins and other re- straints recognized in the past, We New Yorkers, this summer and last, have seen more of our native mermaids than ever before— More—and MORB! And there fs only one possible com- clusion: Venus, rising from the sea. was the first bathing beauty— THERE I8 NO SHCOND! If even Mr. John 8. Sumner has any doubts on the subject, Let him go down to the beach and take a look! He will see The two-hundred-pound darling, whose cute little socks stop half way up, Just south of her twelve-inches-tn- diameter elephantiasis of the knee; The burlesque queen, whose tights have crawled under the edge of her tunte, And whose underpinnings are built on the plan of a grand piano’s— Mor endurance, and support of great weight; The girl whose knees show as many knobs as grandma's old-fashioned bureau; The biithesome being who doesn't even wear bathing shoos, And who is no Trilby— (Personally, I believe there never was but one Trilby— The one between the pages of Du Maurier); The girl whose bathing-suit bas @ ball-dreas back, And whose back ts pink and peeling, ‘The bare-headed girl, whose hair has faded; The girl who wears a diving cap, Than which, for general unbecom- BEAUTY AND THE BEACH ingness, nothing ts than-whicher: ‘The girl who lets her hair get wet And imagines she looks like the Lorelei, with the wet, matted strands streaming over a Turkish towel— (Nobody but the Lorelei ever suc- ceeded in charming a man just by sitting on a rock and combing wet hair!) The girl whose arms freckle, whose nose freckles, whose shoulders sre covered with pale yellow blotches; The blonde whose mahogany tan is the worst posstble environment for yellow hair and blue eyes; The girl who etgnds in two inches of water And jumps up and down atmost as gracefully As a. atiff-legged, calf, And finally, at every hend, the girl who has the utterly ordinary, never-want-to-look-at-it-twice fis- ure Of ninety-anémine of the daughters of Eve— Yet who hypnotizes herself into be- Meving That a short-skirted, stockingless, form-fitting bathing costume Transforms her into Lady Godiva And every man on the beach into a peeping Tom. Ble’s quite wrong— And 60 ere the vigilantes of virtue, who think that the bathing sult of the hour In a Menace to Moralfty It's comfortable, Sensible for swimming, Economica! of cloth— But {t's about as beautiful, about as becoming, about as alluring suits which it so closely four-weeks-old And which—plus their disclosures— have made women gigsie These many summers. Now men have their chance to grin and to get sarcastic, Believe me. they're taking it! But temptation, stalking abroad in the guise of the 1922 mermaid? Guess again, Censor} Look Your Best ——-By Doris Doscher Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. EAR Miss Dosoher: D 1 am a@ constant reader of your column and would like to know how to get rid of blackheads on my nose. MARY. Scrupulous cleanliness is requisite; then be sure to remove all traces of powder and dust from the nose before retir- ing at night. It is better to soft- en the bdlack- heads by hot ap- plications rather than squeese them out, as this larged pores. then be used to contract the pores so that you will have no repetition of the blackheads, An astringent may Dear Mise Dosoher: Kindly toll me if there ie any way in which | oan make my face thint ANXIOUS. Why should you want to make your face thin, when a round, full face ts #0 much more becoming to the ma- Jority of people? Unless you are overweight in the whole body, I cer- tainly would not advise you to try changing your face, Dear Mies Doscher: Will you please tell me what to do for a very long nose to make it shorter? It is perfectly straight but quite long. READER, Outside of @ surgical operation there ts nothing that will shorten the nose, But if tt is too pointed it can be rounded out by massage beginning from the lip upward. Dear Misa Doscher: Do you believe that having a permanent curl put in bobbed hair will injure the hair? LAURA, A permanent wave has a tendency to dry the hair. If you do decide to have it done you must be sure to overcome this by occasionally feed- ing the scalp some artificial olf such @e vaseline or olive oll, THE JARR FAMILY ‘By Roy L. McCardell— Copyright, 1982 (New York Wore ty Press Pubiiahing compe. M"= TRENE CACKLEBERAY had drawn Doctor Gifbert Gumm, society's leading young dentist, to the front room window the night of the party that Mrs. Jarr was giving her and her sister. Tt was hot night for a party and it was » het; Party, for Mr. Jarr and several of his accomplices had sptked Mrs. Jarr‘n* grape fuoo temperance punch witfi® everything they bad head on their hips, a Miss Irene Cacktuberry wns fectitin! the effects of the punoh, but deemed it the warmth of the evening. ‘Let's wot @ breath of fresh air,” she said to Doctor Gilbert Gumm. “Look!” shé added, ‘There's somebody sitting down there in Jack Silver's racing car. I wonder if tt ts Sukkotashi, hie Japanese valet 7” Doctor Gilbert Gumm followed the indicative gase of the maiden; for dainty Irene Cackleberry knew it wae rude to point. $ Anyway, she had both hands clinched until her pretty pink nails were punching her pretty pink palms to the point of perforation. The reason being that she had jealously noted Gladys, her younger sister, was holding Jack Silver, the dashing, wealthy bachelor friend of the Jarrs, by both coat lapels, Had she known ft, her sister Gladys was holding tight to Me Silver's lapels in an effort to restrain herself from going over and scratcit, ing Irene for having captured Doctor Gilbert Gumm. It would have been just the same had Irene been with Jack Silver and Gladys with the other bachelor. “In that Jack Stlver’s Japanesa valet down there in Silver's car?’* asked Doctor Gilbert Guram, beckon- ing to Mr. Jarr. ; Mr, Jarr looked down. “Sure!” he replied. ‘That's Sukkotashf. Faithful fellow, and in his own land one of the Sumart."" Mr. Jarr pres nounced the word “summer eye." “What kind of an eye is that?” asked Doctor Gilbert Gumm. “You know, not an eye, but one of the noble Japanese clans that rift around sticking swords in their enes mies’ stomachs and then in their own when their honorable silkworms are off thelr feed,” Mr. Jarr explained. Doctor Gilbert Gumm scoffed, “I'd like to get some of those ‘summer eyes’ in my chair. I do'a Iittle stick= ing myself,” he said, Miss Irene Cackleberry regarded the young dentist with an admiring eye. “‘Btill,”” whe sald, “I think Ja: Danese kimonos are just too sweet anything!"’ she gushed. “I saw one the other day of black silk embroid- ered with wild roses in pink and white. Oh, I wish some one would buy it for me, and surprise me with it, It was only eighty-nine dollars; reduced from one hundred twenty« five.’ . Doctor Gilbert Gumm tactfully ix- nored the hint. ‘I had a Japanese client the other day,'’ he remarked, “and the minute I mado an examina- tion I said ‘Haven't you ear trou- bier" But Miss Cackleberry was not in- terested in the dentist's diagnosis of the ear trouble of his patient. Wouldn't it be great fun to take a irde in Mr. Silver's big car?” ah said, ‘‘We could tell Sukkotashi wo were told to use It. Come on," said Doctor Gumm, “T'm, game!" And they stole out to steal the car, while the revels went on, _ Feed the Brute Favorite Recipes By Famous Men BY BOOTH TARKINGTON, (1) My favorite dish ts Corn <r aay \ Flakes, They a os should be placed py ‘ in a saucer or ‘ reer J c hollow dish, then Fea Li lifted inboth hands and rolled for a moment, then dropped back into the dish, After that an in- definite quantity / ot cream should be poured upott’ them, They should be eaten with a spoon. I don't know how to prepare anything else for the table. (2) I think the best Kennebumk- port manner of steaming clams ts as follows: A bushel of clams, 4 dozen lobsters, 4 dozen ears of sweet corn. 4 dozen sweet potatoes. 4 dozen eggs. A cartload seaweed, a bonfire, burning for six hours on rocks, then swept away; the lobsters, clams, ete. placed tn the seaweed, and the sea weed on the hot rocks und cove with BBB canvas. Allow to steam until screams of distress issue from within the seaweed; then be oarefut what you eat! (Oeprright, 198, Bel Syndicate, Tan) we ed ey ¢ & PA ee ee acs ene en 5 Manan neces 5 EO