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By VIRGINIA TEKHU
Not the least of Beatrice. Minor's at
tractions was her enthusiasm and enjoyr
ment .of nil the pleasures and beautiful
things that came her way. Although
she had recently paBsed her thirtieth
birthday, she hod the keen Interest In life
that she had had as a girl of 18 years.
Her experiences and disappointments
had not marred the fresh quality of mind
or soul. It Is a quality that charms most
men. The -woman who Is blase, to whom
life has brought lessons of which she
vpeaks with bitterness, Is not an agree
able companion for the man who lll;e3
pleasant things.'
The woman who fears that people will
know that she seldom goes to the opera
or has few automobile rides, or sees few
really fine pictures, makes a great mis
take when sho pretends that none of
these experiences brings her unaccus
tomed Joy. This was an error of which
Beatrice Minor was never guilty.
Sho was not, therefore. ashamed io
(how her unqualified admiration of Paul
Maynard's car as it stopped at the door
of her bungalow on this fair morning
In the last part of July. She knew nothing
about automobiles, but the most Inex
perienced person could not fall to 'recog
nize that -the Tnachlmvbeforo-her wasono
of tiio finest that money could buy.
"Oh. Mr. Maynard!" she exclaimed.
"what stunning automobile 1 And to
think that I am really going to have a
long rldo in itt"
She came to the side of the car and
kissed Helen, who was on the back seat.
Paul Maynard and his brother had step
ped out of the machine and stood, un
covered, watching her animated face
us she talked.
"Aro you fond of motoring?"' asked
Paul.
"Ilove it!" she declared. "But," with
a little grimace of regret, "truth com
pels mo to say that I don't often get a
chance to gratify my- liking for It. Once
in a blue moon some friend who has a
limousine takes mo to a play or a con
cert In It but I don't call that motoring.
My friend. Dr. Haynes, brought me out
here and took me back homo In his car
once but his Is only a small runabout,
while this" gazing again at the touring
ear "Is Blmply immense and as grace
ful as a ship under full sail."
"There, Paul there's praise enough to
suit you," declared Robert Maynard. ire
made no effort to conceal the admiration
In his eyes as ho looked at the widow.
She wore an automobile outfit she had
bought to accompany Dr. Haynes to
Pleasanton, and her heightened color and
bright eyes made her an attractive ob
ject Bhe would not risk, sho had deter
mined, wearing some of the hideous
things that some motorists wore.
"A hood that covers the. -hair, & green,
veil that shades the eyes, and gogles that
makes one resemble an owl ma)' all be
very well for a pretty girl," she said
when Helen made some commendatory
remark upon her appearance. "But when
a woman has left her teens some years
behind her she dare not appear In such
a garb lest the driver take fright at
her looks and run his machine into the
ditch to escape the horror of her pres
ence." "Where will you sit?" asked Paul when
the laugh caused by her remark had
subsided.
"Whore do you want me to sit?" eho
queried quickly.
"On the front seat by me, of course,"
was the prompt reply. "I was only ask
ing you that question out of courtesy and
to make "sure that you would not prefer
to be baok there In the tonneau with
Mrs. Bobbins and Robert."
"And the wraps," supplemented Helen.
'Indeed I wouldn't!" affirmed the
widow. Sho fancied that she detected a
shade of regret pass across Robert May
nard's face. But what did she care? Was
lio not an engaged man and out of the
running?
As the car rolled along the edge of the
lake Beatrice Minor laughed aloud In
Oieer happiness.
"The Idea," sho said, "of common-place
me riding in this luxurious car! Why, It
makta me feel as Important as the wife
of a multi-millionaire."
"Such a person may be rich, but she is
not always Important," remarked the man
beside her, dryly. " "And certainly many
tuoh are not at all worth while.''
A liardt look came about his mouth,
and Beatrice wondered at it. Did he, with
all his wealth, find people as disappoint
ing as she sometimes found them? Did
nut money make life as smooth for film
she felt It would for her?
The thought font a little chill of refl
ection of her financial limitations through
her mind. With sharp self-reproval she
.mulshed It. making an Impallent Ilttlo i
movement of her rhoulders as she did so.
Uer companion looked at her inquiringly
Are xou uncomfortable?" he asked
What made ou do IU( '
What an observant person ou are'" j
KUrice Bki Bar!. FvX rOT I .' IT
NB VAN DKWATKR.
sne exclaimed, "o, I was not uncom
fortable physically, at least. I Was only
thinking."
"Don't!" he advised. "Don't think; It
Is a bad practice when ono would bo
happy."
"I know it." she agreed, "kefs make
a bargain not to think at all todayl"
It was very much such an agreement
as sho and Robert Maynard had made
weeks ngo on the night of Helen's theater
party. Tho wldqw remembered, and smiled
inwardly In solf-dertelon as she did so.
Was she Just going over' the some ground
again and again with every possible suitor
whom she met? But Paul did not Know,
she mused, of that evening with Robert,
and Robert himself, sitting on the rer
seat, was too far away to have heard
her conversation with his brother. So
after all it was all right. She hopod that"
Paul would prove more trustworthy than
had Robert.
"Tou two out there in front are very
BOlemn," called out Helen mockingly.
"Aren't you having a good time?"
" I wore but little happy If I could say
how much,' " quoted Beatrice gaily. "Wo
are having a perfect time at Jeast I am."
The driver took-up the challenge -flung
at him.
"And I," he said but not loudly enough
for the other occupants of the car to
hear him "am having such a 'good time
that I coufd wish the day would last for
ever." "But it won't, you know," said Beatrice
regretfully. "Nor will the summer." ,
"Then let's make the most of It while
It does last," proposed the man. "Is that
another bargain?"
The words were light, but the woman
fancied them full of a deeper significance
than appeared on the surface. Surely
this man whs fllfferent from the others
she had met; he Impressed Iter as a man
with a strong nature, a nature capable of
great Joy and of great suffering. The
thought added a new note of earnestness
to her reply as he repeated this question
"Is that another bargain?"
"Yes, It Is a bargain," she answered.
The change in her voice made the man
glance at her suddenly.
"Thank you!" he said, gravely.
And his look and words torought a new
happiness Into the day for the woman
beside him.
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WASTEFUL AMERICANS
J
As a nation we have practiced extrava
gance from childhood; really a natural
and logical sequence In a land of appar
ently Inexhauittble resources, where valu
able hard wood trees were burned to
clear the land for cultivation, which
same land later produced so bountifully
that corn was often used as fuel becauin
it was too cheap to sell. Those days
have passed, It Is true never to return
again In the United States. But the con
dition named was only one of many, in
cident to the growth of this country; and,
however, Justifiable such waste may have
been in their day, and while not prac
ticed at tho present time, they never!
theless contributed to the growth of a
spirit of reckless wastefulneis, whlcih has
now pervaded all classes. Kven the most
thrifty immigrants, born and reared to
exercise the most extreme economies,
soon lose much of it after a few years
in America, which throws away every
day in the year enough food alone to
feed, and feed much better than some
are now fed, a nation of 16.000,000 souls;
as, for lnstanoe, the combined population
of European Turkey and Psrsta, or all
of Manchuria.
Perhaps we will comprehend It better
In terms of our own cities; that la, enough
is wasted through carelessness or Ignor
ance In preparation, or thrown away
Aftr rnnlttnr. In nntunllv f1 iVimiirh
perhaps not quite as well as they are I
fed, but to sufficiently feed the com
bined population of hte following cities;
New Torki Chicago, Philadelphia, Cincin
nati St. Ioul, San FTanesoo, New Or
leans, Xios Angeles, Omaha, Denver, Port
land, Oregon, Ht. Paul, Minneapolis, De.
trolt, Milwaukee, Cleveland, Buffalo and
Kansas City, Mo. fieems Impossible, but
the figures are under rather than over
estimated.
Just think of it; enough nourishing food
absolutely wasted In this country every
day to feed every man, woman and child
in eighteen of the largest cities! Part j
of this lofs is dun to Ignorance and care- j
Icssness of servant, but a very large I
portion la wastu for whli-h the house- ;
wife Is responsible. At only 10 cent pr
meal the above loss amounts to H.WW.00)
ptr day or JLMZ.MjO.000 per year. Th
only vuttf.r is ttir hli.li cost of n . ig "
Ii to U'W 1'opular Mechanic s Magazine
THE BKKmiAJIA, SAT UK DAY, DKCKMBER 7, 1912. 17
- g 1&ng Maazirp p)a
V5,.fl0y57 SAID THE rtSHER
MAN, AS HE RELATED A LATE
EXPERIENCE TO SOME OF HAS
EELLOV1 CLUB MEMBEflS, WAS
PUL L INCj t 1 OUT SO FAST
THAT IN THREE AW077TS
TM HAO At-RE AIY USED
UP MY SIXTIETH AND .AST
CAN or BAIT BUT MY LUCK
W4S SO $RET THAT I DWDED
TO TRY IT WITH A BAITLESS
HOOK NO SOONER HAD VY
HOOK STRUCK' THE WATER,
THAfi IT CAVCfHJ THK S77?ArT
EST FlSV I EVER. SAW, fOR
IT SAID " CAN YO 0
TEL CfflANA FROM AN OUtfE?"
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AW, QUITCHAKIDDIN.
Miss Ida Adams Discourses on How
Harmonious Furnishings Aid Beauty
MISS IDA ADAMS.
Jly HAJWAXIHT IIUllBAllD AVKH.
"Lot's talk about something Interesting,"
announced Miss Ida Adams, as she curled
herself up Into a largo fluffy little ball in
the corner of a large sofa and refused de
finitely. Anally and up-and-down to air
her views on health and beauty.
Mies Adams was ohosen f6r tho part of
the Commere in "The Follies of 11!."
because she speaks beautiful Krenoh, for
she has lived a long time abroad and has
caught much of the dainty foreign at
mosphere and ways of the French girl.
Hhs is furnishing a new homo for herself
and when I saw her her mind was full of
a number of things, such as window cur
tains and wallpaper and gray enamel
paint and rugs. Naturally, we drifted
Into the subject of home decorating, and
Miss Adams who la a very Intelligent
young woman besides being a beauty; for
of course she Is a beauty If she is In
"The FoHles"-has this to my to girls
and women who are Just now engaged
In thri all engrostlng occupation of fix
ing the new flat:
"if 1 hsd a lot of money and could
have a home of my own. ' said Mlts
Adams. ' I would furnish It in one of two
was elthor tn pure colonial tU or lu
,l.fc iiK,t elauo'uK fashion pattern after
the rrenh lUuti-ux As I aiu furuiihlutf
Judse stiu Worri ed About That Ticket
Copyright. 1M. Natlcnal News Assn.
BI& BEN. THE Tall DETECTIVE1
was looking- ron a clue.
HB WAS WVnKING- ON TUB
' ' - ' If 1 ' " i !
PINCf OF MW, THF COCK-EYE 0
CHIMNEY-SWEEP SUDDENLY
H FLOPPED TO HIS IffECS,
A NO. WHIPPING- OUT HIS HUr
ALL OVf, Trf FLOCH,
HUNTING FOR A CLUE- 'AT LAST,'
HE SIGHED. AS HE PLANTS)
THROUGH HIS 64ASS TA FAINT
imdhe&iON OH WE HSAO OF A PIN.
ON CLOSER iNSPfCTlONCf THE"
wt-wc . lie nty I ' r
I DON'T care, TELL
rv Y (vOTHEF.
ONE OV TUB B K A I'TJ JiS IN
ZlKJPJ3LD'a
a four-room apartmont, I van only lot
! my Imagination -run riot as to what I
i would do if I could. In the meantime,
theis are some things that seem to me
absolutely neoestary and that are gener
ally totally disregarded by the home
decorator.
"I don't caro how small, a plaoe It, If a
woman has any Intelligence and taste,
he can make the home beautiful and
restful. And, what is very important, she
oould give a sense of spaciousness even
In a small apartment.
"I tlilnk thers Is nothing mora distract
ing to the attention than a wall that Is
covered over with little daubs of paint
ings or picture or photographs. I mean
to work here, for I am not always going
to be. in musical comedy. I have a lot
of ambition and I hope some day to
do some good work In legitimate drama.
"I don't especially fancy myself as "Ha
lome." one of the dances I . am doing
now." Here Miss Adams gave a fascin
ating and exceedingly clever burlesque
of herself as that celebrated bead-be-decked
contortionist, but she went on
quickly. "Let's go back to a more dec-
orated subject Let ma see, where was
I' Oh, cs well I am qulto certain
you can't concentrate your mind or do
ai v real studying or work In a room I
tliat I ugly to Ibok ut And whose walls j
HfMtC PECKLESCHVA&SER WAS
LEARMlNfr TO TOOT AN OB0tT.
HE vv, .j PMINCr OUT GOOD
TALE TO A BOOB WHO FOUGHT
SOME OAY H COULt) L CAD A
UTTLE DUTCH 3 AND H HAO
ALQEAOY"lFAf?E0 'ENOUGH TO
PSTUflB THE NEIGHBORS WITH!
OF THE CASE" FO( THE DAY'S
PRACTICE HIS PSBPERS LIT up
t.i-vu . ucr cat rri.tnt AMrt
STARTER TO BLOW UP THE OBOfl
WHEN IT SQUEAKED "HEY,
HEIMIE, TO MAKE CLAUSES OCT
OF PHRASES, DO YOU
ADVERBS v"
THAT'S THE KIND OF A
l'OLLU0H.
look like a spotted leopard, with Innu
merable foolish and unnecessary 'thing
stuck upon them.
."People seem to get very cheap 'wall
papers and try to hide the offending color
beneath counties posters and pictures.
I'd rather pay a little morn for my wall
paper and havo a satisfactory tone and
color. You havo to look at It every day
In the year, and the color of your walls
have a lot to do with your mood and
with the way you look.
"There, now I am talking health and
beauty. I knew you would get mn on to
that eternal subject Well, here gues.
"Tou can say from me that an ugly
wallpaper In one's bedroom or sitting
room t a depressing and unhealthy In
fluence. There, doesn't that sound wise,
though? But it's a fact.
"Huppose, for Instance,- you were a bru.
nette with a tendency to look sallow In
the morning) and you had your apartment
papered In green; that sickly green that
Is so popular nowadays. If you looked In
the mirror In a room like that, you'd get
all the green reflwtlon In your own face,
and you'd begin your day by hating
yourself, which Is the worst thing
can do for your health. Un t It?"
you;
MUs Adam' own sitting room i
s done
In a gruylsh-fawn color, thut Is especially
suited as a background for htsr charm
Drawn for
lly CJAHHETT
We are hearing a great deal about
heroes nowadays. Wherever war breaks
nut hero worship Is In the sir Many
people seem to think that there are
no real henes except those of the but
tlerietil. What Is true
heroism? It Is self
sacrifice, And In
this woman Is
greater than man.
Men have writ
ten tho history of
the world, and they
have magnified the
heroes at the tin
pense if tho hero
ines, Woman never
tried to wilte his
tory. P"t letwr.s her
deed U pi cii for
themselvf1 'Cveii n lino does not write
about himself, If he In n I M. one,
rapes have bean printed with n tu 1 1
four wotks about the heroism displayed
lt the Balkan war. There has been
plenty of It, but the writing has all been
nbout tho heroes. Who has heard a word
about tlie heroines?
If the true history of this war were
known It would he found that It has
brought forth more heroines than heroes.
It is not merely the man who goes to
the front with a gun In his hand who Is
heroic H Is relatively easy to bo a
hro amid the sound of drums tinder tho
Inspiration of fluttering flags, with the
maddening battleimokn making the spirit
drunk.
ft Is not so easy to stay at, home,
struggling nlnno for a living, with mind
and heart torn by fear, anxiety and
haunting doubt. The womun who sees
her husband mid sons inarch away to
the war, leaving her at horns to care for
'the children and to bear the suspense, hus
need of greater fortitude than those who
charge the batteries possess, Their her
oism becomes that of delirium wild, un-
governuble, blind; her heroism Is open
eyed, with no mad enthusiasm to conceal
I
tlm danger and the horror,
What does history tell us, oven as men
hnvn written It? IJid Abraham do any
thing licrolc? ISul uonnldcr his wife,
BurHl. In there n more heroic action on
it-cord than hem when she gave her hand
maiden, llagnr, to hlmfor a wife? It
was purr ncir-sacrlflce, far harder and far
nobler than to rush, In the fury of battle,
um an eiemy'n nuns. Life In not the
vuly precious thing jn tho world, nor the
most precious,
Was Napoleon more luroks when he led
tho charge at Dresden to save Ills om
tiro than Josephine was when she bowed,
with bitter, tears, yet uncomplaining, to
the, decree that separated her from the
man she loicil, and for whom she had
flrft opened the gates of opportunity?
Measured by any Just standard, was his
heroUm equal to herB?
Kven on man's own field-that of wort
hs has been surpassed by woman tn
moral force. Head the story of Florence
Nightingale In the Crimea. Head that of
Cluiu lint ton In the Army of the Potomac
and In the rtaiico.Clerman war. Bead,
In scattered record, what women did In
our iireat ulniirulu between tho nlnlei.
Hecall (he story of Flora Macdonald and
her sacrifices for an unworthy pretender
to the throne of Ilngland. And, finally,
read the history of Joan of Arc. , There
you will see what true heroism means.
When woman visits thn scenes of war
she goes with her whole soul In revolt.
She ts not blinded by "glory," she Is led
Ing young self. It brines out the dainty
coloring In her cheeks and the gleam In
her- liruwn hair. Tim sofa coverings and
hangings are lu tho name tone In linen
with a stamped design In dull green, gold
and violet.
"I've seeeu a great many beautiful
places here and niore especially
abroad," continued Mis Adams, "and In
all thn great houses and show places one
gets the feeling that the beautiful things
aro there because thy are necesiary and
ueeful, as welt as ornamental, Now In
many American homes one has tho feel
ing that half the furniture I utterly Use
leva and ts simply taking up valuable
space. People generally put too much In
their rooms, and you get a sensation of
clutter and disorder. I would like every
thing that I own to be useful, necessary
and beautiful.
"I object to useless brio-a-brno Just aa
I see no reason for keeping pictures on
thn walls, because somebody without
taste or discretion, or possibly only to
get rid of them, bestowed them upon your
unwilling self. Bvery house should have
nn attic for such gifts, and nobody who
Uvea In a flat should be given anything
unless she Is allowed to choose It her
olf. Now, wouldn't thut be a lovely way
of doing?"
And in view of the many superfluities
which wo will soon receive at Christmas
lime, I think It would." j
The Bee bv Tad
I. HUttVlBS.
only by n sense of duty", of pity, of mercy,
of compassion. That she can go at all
Is a proof of moral strength exceeding
man's, for he goes led by a glamour that
never daisies hor eyes,
Look nearrr home. Many of you saw
the women who marched though our
streets In the recent demonstration for
equality of .rights. Did you reflect what
that meant for many of them? Did yo
consider that the Jeers of thoughtless by
standers Were for those woman, sacri
ficing their native modesty for the snkx
of a great cause, worse than bullets and
bursting shrapnel? For thy wounded
more than flesh and bones they wounded
the soul) Did the courage and thn hero
ism of their act make no appeal to ynu?
If It did npt, you do not comprehend
woman, and you do not understand what
true heroism Is.
U is woman who points and leads tho
wa,y to real glory In this world, When
her reign oomes. and only then, will tho
nations learn to msko wnr no more, But
heroism will not oeass; Its Inmost naturt
will th6n first hecomo manifest to all,
Then we shall clearly percelvo what tha
moral excellence of woman has done for
the world, and our ambition will sot n,
higher aim for Itself, But while war
continues to rage, and man's Ideal of
glory to prevail, tha deeper heroism or
woman will always strengthen him, IIu
feels It, though ha may not compre
hend It.
The editor of this newspaper hns clearly
tinted out the fatal defect of thn Turk
who has been driven like a whipped doir
hnfore the Bulgars, thn .Herbs and tint
Oreeks, because he has trodden under his
feet the moral influence- of woman, while
his foes have been sustained by It. Thero
could be no plainer demonstration of the
fact that the source of true heroism Is
III thn hearts of woman.
f ,
The Manicure Lady j
"George," said the Manicure Lady.
"I'll bet you can't guess what ths latest
fad Is that brother Wilfred has got?"
"I give It up," said tho Haad Bsrbsr.
"That brother of yours la suoh ft nut that
I would hate to gums anything about
Him or his fads. Come on and tell us
and let's have die agony over."
"Well," snld the Manicure Lady, "tho
poor booh has t In his head that he
wants to start on of them out-door
mngaitlius. ne says that thers Is a lot
of money In a monthly mogailne devoted
to fishing and hunting, and he ought to
know, George, because be has been fish
ing for quarters and hunting for work
over since the year he stepped ovsr man
hood'a thrsshhold. The old gent always
ld that when Wilfred stepped over
manhood's threshhold he must have
stubbed his toe something awful, hut
that don't make no difference.
"I got a long Utter from Wilfred. if
'1" "ul1 theto In the country, catching
urn anu snooting tamo hens, and r
guess it must be the ozone or something
un there that, makes him feel so full of
I P'PPer. Anyhow, he told me thai h
naa a grana idea for starting the psper
I was speaking of. ire said that all he
wanted wsb enough money to be pur h
could make It come out twelve times a
year, thn first year, anyhow.
"All he was worried about, outride of
getting the money to start ths venture,
which I gunks you mar think was worry
enough If you knew the old man. was a
- suitable namn for the new magaelne. It
na got to have a name something like
thn names thftn other magazines about
outdoor sports has, something about ths
fields and thn rivers and the mountains.
He was thinking of calling t PUhpola
and Ford, but the old gent said that
wasn't any kind of a name for a rnaga
ain run by brother Wilfred, seeing that
Wilfred never .had a flshpole In his hands
and wouldn't know how to ford a stream
If the water was so low that it wouldn't
make a good apartment for a minnow.
What du you think would be a good name
for that kind of a magnslne. Oeorse?"
'Tou might tell him to call It 'Hook,
Una and 8nker,' or something Ilka
f that." said the Head Barber,
"That would be a kind of a bum
name, wouldn't It, Oeorge?" asked the
Manicure Lady.
"If you think that would b a bum
name don't ask me to kick In with any
more suggestions." said the Head Bar
ber, testily.
"Don't take no offenre. Gorge." said
the Manicure Lady, hastily. "I know
that you ran think of a good name for
the magazine If you try. Pleas try."
"Call It anything you and your
brother want to." growled the Head Bar
ber. "Call It 'Chubs and Buckera,' or
'Tralllnr with Teddy." or any other old
nam. It's a cinch that any name I give
you will be a lot better than the niaga
tine, If your brother (s the editor."