Are Men More Domestic Than Women? 4 L'l'tui * wflltri. and par ticularly K«ni)> itraslip Lem. arrm to rarognmm that therm m a vanatr nf poa tura in inwii of mutrimony; ami few ■* thrro are who have hem rrrnra delight illy aur' i" nfui in puncturing tho *ai vllndoa assumed b\ either er*. In a piex'oua aril* la ui-on “If Women Should l*r<'t»oae.' Mien i^e* contended. ‘Hut would men have women whom th»y do not want—even Hi the mouth of a gun ?*' Likrwiae. in dieruaaiiiE “Should Marriages He Incorporated?" ( Mina lsea toaaed another pleasant bomb Into the midst of h#r *e*—“Then would women have to pay up for talut received ihe present article, with the author's tingling conclusion* concerning the housewife's "Lord and Master." will er perialiy whet interest in what Lucian fray, next contributor to this great forum tin "laove. Marriage, and the Modern Woman.’ will have to aay upon. ‘ Who lioralnatea the Marriage* You Know ?*’ Yea ... on Saturday after noons and Sunday mornings. Why? Because domesticity is, to man. a harbor ... to woman, a back water. Aeons and aeons ago (not to be too definite about it) the Neanderthal man. returning from s«>me jolly little foray after a mam moth or a sabre tooth tiger, flung himself down in the cosiest corner of his smoke-grimed cave, naturally re served for him, and ejaculated pro foundly: “This is the lifei’’ I haven't a doubt of it. H. O. Well* Is authority for the Statement that the Neanderthal gentleman had “nothing that we should call a language.’’ In spite of which, it Is almost certain, that— however gruntlshly, by whatever snappy gesture of dub or new cleaned marrow-bone—he managed to convey to the lady who bore his scars, that homekeeping hearts were happiest. Until ons was ready to ro out again. - J Which was, for the lady, the begin ning of a race-memory and a race tradition, potent, even In our present remarkably Intelligent era. Man's Domesticity Unsung. The Neanderthal benedict may not have gone so far as to add— “Woman’s place Is In the cave”—but that must have followed In no time. In any case the unwritten slogan, "Home for Women and Women for the Home,” has come ringing down the ages to such effect that, no later than a year ago, one of our best known novelists was able to get away with a heart-wrenching tragedy In which the mere fact of having a mother In business—as well as a father—threw one child Into the afreets, another under a trntn—and. disposed of the third In some apall lng fashion which I forget for the moment. What our poets, our playwrights and our ballad-smiths would have done without woman on the hearth —one hates to imagine! Strangely though, the domesticity of man has gone unsung. And the reason for this invites speculation. Isn’t It per haps berause domesticity in a man is not a virtue but a aljr form of self-gratification? Eight hours a day—at least—a man has every form of contact with life at large. From the adventure of the hairy mammoth and the cave-bear he has graduated to the no less exciting adventure of bulls, bears and lambs — In the market. His talk is with his peers, engaged like himself, in the great game of business. The tele phone, the telegraph and the wire less bring the world to his office. Though he has only an hefur for luncheon, he eats it in a place where the buax of other humans is in his ears . . . The friction of exchanged ideas, his for the trouble of exehang inr them. Wants a Mental Moratorium. Naturally, when he has had all the huzz and the friction he wants, he is ready foV alippers and a cushion un der his head. More domestic than woman? Man ia more domestio than ths hen . . . when he's tired! When he's used up his wits and his nerve and his enthusiasm, on the problerp of making a living. Naturally, then, what he wants, Is a kind of mental moratorium. A place In which to rfe . lax, with the blinds drawn. A place In which to get ready td go out again. It isn’t surprising. It’s the most logical thing there Is. But take that same man’s* day-in-the-outside-world away from him . . . give him the home, undiluted, from seven to sev en . let him see no o'ne hut serv ants and children . . . make no con versation save with the butcher, the baker and so on . . . eat his luncheon with a book propped against the sugar-bowl, for companion . . . let him dress himself prettily and wait, st dusk, for the coming of someone who may or may not ob serve that he had dressed at all . . . let him sit down after dinner to a long peaceful evening, weading or even talking, until nine or ten, with someone who is bored by talk of servants—and children—and butchers and bakers . . . Those are the condi tions under which man's domesticity would have a fair try-out! Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings are recreation, that's all. "East, west . . . "Home Is best!" But nobody knows what's best, till lie’s read both sides o'f the page. And to women, the other side is Just becom ing a respectable possibility. To wo men, going into business, going into politics, going into the professions as they are, very largely, today, mere lomesticity lias suffered a not un satural slump. A New Slanl In an Old War. Home-making Isn’t the adventure that It used to lie. What with Im proved machinery, fairly decent, serv ice, shops ns they are and supplies ss they have been, for years—house keeping doesn't take up all the waking hours of any intelligent woman. She looks about for something to do— something that will constitute a change, if not downright contrast to routine . . - and going out, she meets her man corning in. Which is Unfortunate in a way for everybody roncerned. Having known, to the full, the resf of existence, he decides that home Is best. Rcing new at anything except home keeping, she prefers to reserve her Decision. Each wants to decide for the oti*r. Neither is willing-to he decided for. It's the old war of the jcxes, but with a new, dangerous slant. Because where, heretofore, if the lady didn't like her lot, she could, st the most, only sulk snd make faces about It . . . now, her foot is In the gate. Independence has gone to the head of the nations, let alone women! And If It appeals to a irtan to come home where he can rest . . • It may credibly appeal to a woman tn get out where she can expand Propaganda of the Clinging ' ine. That Isn't belnr more domestic, or ’-ass, on |4h*r nl4« see it's inertly, -, FANNY heaslip LEA - Whose Exuberant Ten Has Scored Far and Wide in Captivating Magazine Stories and Piquant Articles trying. as we all do. stubbornly, to strike a balance in our lives. Domes ticity was ns we said somewhere be fore, for aeons and aeons all that women knew. It didn't occur to the poor dears that there was anything to do but be sweetly pretty about It. So they built up a legend of woman's sphere, and tlie-hand-that-roeked-the cradle, pies-that-mother-made. . . all the propaganda of the clinging vine . . . struck an attitude on the hearth stone . . . and complained bitterly to their daughters. It may well be those veiled maternal complaints which are leavening the feminine mass today. Revolt does not corns td birth in a contented people; and if our mothers and our grandmothers had been as satisfied as their side-whiskered lords and masters believed them to be . . . we should not today have ladles throwing stones and occupying soap boxes. Yictorianlsm has the flapper to answer for ... no question about it! However ... to return to our muttons . . . there is another thing which makes man, in his heart and forever, an ardent advo cate of the domestic life. He sees In the home, the undying symbol of his superiority ... as the wo man cannot fail to we in it, the sym bol of her subjection. And his pride rises up—however short a distance it lias to go—and cries: “Here, I make my stand! ... Yon rock shali , . . and so on and so on!” What Man noulant l.iglitly Forswear The man doesn't breathe who' is so obvious a flivver in business, polities or real estate, but what he can lift a scowling brow above his morning paper, at the breakfast table, fasten a gimlet eye upon the female ma tutitially facing him, inflate his chest and growl harshly: ‘-'This roffee isn’t fit to drink—and the toast Is burned again . . it he behaved like that in hl» of fice . . . well, he wouldn't be have like that. He knows better. But centuries of being the under dog. as one may say, have brought women to the point where, at best, they answer soothingly,—"I'm sorry, dear—I'll speak to the cook . . .” and at worst, they boast of their shame, to their Intimate friends . . . "My dear—John Is so fussy about his roffee—he simply wears me out!" "The Man of the House" . . . “the Nfaster" . . . "the Boss" . . . all the various titles that go to bolster up masculine self-esteem . . . should one lightly forswear these? The very atmosphere of do mesticity is a salve and a balm to the wounds inflicted by the outer world. The Salty Symbol of Ignominy The home Is the shelter of the family unit. Man is tfie head of the family unit. Tberefose—man Is the head of the home. What could be sweeter? Or more necessary to man’s place in the sun? Conversely . . . so long as woman closes the front door after man in the morning and opens it to him upon his return at night. . . . SO long she soys to her children— "l'|| speak to your father about it . . .” so long as she explains to the cook—"Mr. Jones doesn't care for much salt in the food . . .” just so long she sits below that same salt . and the fact, one observes with interest, has begun to stand out to her roving gaze. So—she h«ves domesticity overboard — in cases where she. can get away with It t t seeing therein the obvi ous badge of her servitude. And man grapples It to him with hooks of steel—seeing therein, for part, the cheapest robe and crown within reach. Sad, Indeed, that to pay Peter, one must always rob Pauline! But so it goes and one takes a feeble consolation in considering that one might have done better with the scheme of things entire—If one had been consul***, in time. . . However . . • Granted, that domesticity Is the pet T'topia of the man who has not had the world by the tail. ... It is sometimes the secret hobby of the man who has. Witness those gentle men who maintain two or three estab lishments . . . domesticity by the yard ns It were! What greater tribute could hearth and fireside desire, than to figure doubly in the simple snnnln of one man? The Home Uf* of History’s Heroes When a woman lias attained a few millions, Is her first thought the ac quisition of another menage oil tho side? Not generally Bpeaking. We may. after all, have to yield lhe deeper domestic ardor to the male. But to what sort of male? History Is strangely silent regard ing the domestic achievements of Its heroes. If Napoleon loved to mow the lawn ... if Caesar never failed to lock up, snd put out the cat, of a night ... If Charlemagne wielded a wicked milking stool and Richard Coeur de Lion, a delicate f churn . . . history has hid it from us. Ineonfcatably. Not at all improbably, Robespierre knew how to put up a shelf when the gantry grew crowded. . . . Nero may have been a wizard at baking a cake (though Alfred the Great on the other hand, was not). . . . Hannibal, we dare say, was the comfort of the house, on the maid's day off . . . bnt ... we repeat . . . history has not said It. And if It were so—why should the garrulous chroniclers be reticent? We are forced, then, to the conclusion, that the domestic maji has his tri umphs chiefly within four walls. Which is what we have thought, all along. And four walls are rapidly becoming too tight a fit for the fe male ego. Release from actuality— that's what he's seeking, when he comes back to the cozy little princi pality he calls home. The Penalty of Inventing Too Much. It's what she's seeking, too, when she climbs out of the window and runs away. If he wanted her to stay —he should never have let her know thero was something going on outside ... he should never have Invented looms, and electric washing machines, and gas stoves, and department stores and dairies . . . because when she came to the end of a perfect day. dead on her feet, and wanting noth ing so much as a little rest . . . then she was domestic, too. Foe much the same reason she still is! Very com plicated—the whole affair! One goes out and comes in st the ram“ door any number of times in considering it. Eventually, pprhaps, one arrives at a decision which it is perfectly safe to announce: Are men more domestic than women? Tea . . . but not for ao long at a time! (Copyright. 1114.) White Deer Arrive. Pan Francisco, March 22.—Present ing a picture familiar to the heart of every child who has read Grimm s fairy talcs, two white deer, the first ever seen in California, have arrived here frora Nicaragua. Juan B. Molina, owner of a big plantation at Kstell, Nicaragua, brought the white deer here as a gift to his son from the only herd of its kind in the world. Molina ,-get out 20 years sgo to breed the animals. He crossed the lightest colored snlmais he could find, and eventually a pure white deer was produced. Ho continued with his experiment until he had a fixed breed. In his herd of white deer the fawns all come true to'type now. Molii^'a son plans to present t lie two alhlno deer, a buck and a d>>e. to one of San Franciscos parks. Parasol Pine Planted. Phoenix. Aris.. Feb. 22.—The para sol pine will bo Introduced Into Ari zona as an ornamental tree by Gov ernor Hunt as a result of strange menls made with William J. O'Toole, minister to Brazil, for the shipment of several young specimens, which will be planted In the capitol grounds here. Ths governor Is also In receipt of a shipment of canna seeds from the royal botanical gardens of Slam, these having been sent by hie friend, Hr. Val S. Sanitwongse, a couein of the king of Siam, whom Governor Hum met while acting as the United States minister to Slam. These seed* will also be planted In the capitol grounds. ECZEMA! CAN BE CURED Free Proof to You 13. C. Xitull Stuart All X want U your um and address eo X can send you a Tree Trial Treat ment. X want you to try this treatment— that’s all—Just try It. 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Kfforta to ralsa the craft or drag It to a posl ilon where It would he poeslble to liberate the Imprisoned have failed Twenty-all men were drowned when the vessel sank following collision with a warship Wednesday, and the IS oilier members of the crew prob ably have died of suffocation. An Inquiry will be held next week. Score for the Women. News from New York tells of a shortage of girl orphans for adop tion. Possibly this ties up with the statement from the motor vehicle de partment of the state of Connecticut that accident statistics show women driver* to be more careful than men. Some people are evidently picking their future drivers with discretion. AI»VERTISKMF.NT BE PBETTK! TURN _ Try Grandmother’s Old Fa vorite Recipe of Sage Tea and Sulphur. Almost everyone knows that Page Tea and Sulphur, properly com pounded, brings hack the natural color and lustre to the hair when faded, streaked or gray. 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