THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1913.
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Two Magnificent Styles
FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE
The Futurist at Home
Could Your Nerves Stand This?
Striking Pictures of Post-Impressionist Furniture
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siinilur to those shown in
the bottom picture.
During this Christmas
season thousands of futurist
furniture freaks are being
sold by London dealers for
Vulotido presents. As they
say in England, the people
there are "quite mad" about
the now fad and tbe supply
barely exceeds the demand.
Already some dealers over
here are beginning to intro
duce the "futurist furni
ture" in a small way, but
the idea has not "caught
on" aB yet.
Perhaps Americans are
too nervous a race to be able
to withstand the shock of
walking into a room of dis
tortions after a hard day's
work.
Futurist or post-impres-sionist
furniture is being
taken up abroad as a holiday
season fad, and these (piot
ures serve to show to what
extremes the faddists arc
going.
In the top picture, for in
stance; you see the kind of
cushions that every per
fectly good post-impression-ist
should have in his or her
homo.
You cau snuggle back on
a lounge with an angular
horse neighing from a fu
turist cushion under your
right ear, with some impos
sible posies glaring from
another richly embroidered
cushion at your foot.
Or, if your nerves are
stroug enough, you can sur
round yourself vith pictures
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A Talk to the Male Jilt a
By ADA IMTTKHSON.
Washington' Is amazed that a bride
married lca th'an tv month ago should re
t'ra lo her country homo at the height
of the social season. The bride's frank
rt-temcnt. -'I want .
frul forsaken tho city for tho, country, j uvunhig was filled with h Bohemian din
and whoso brlKht eyes, smooth complex-1 nor und the theater and n supper that
toil unit naturally pink cheeks, p'tik-ft'nn .ollowcd. There vio dark rlrcles under
mliwlcil cheeks, bespoke the wliidom of 1 their eyes. Peep diagonal furrows
her choice. Two woiiim hud "Just dashed
In for u minute" und dashed out nguln
because they had tiecn to a morning
IHwn' "''Hi
P1' M
tj go Jotho ooun
tn so that 1 iny
lmvo jUtt days
it id long ploaaant
'nines at Iiot.o
wth my .husband,
v hen wi?tcon riati
und chat' undid
t rbed." IcButnn t )
u-v little tie
iste ni-nt. Wanh
niton wonders If
the youns woman,
the 'laughter, of a
v-althy and dlstln
gu shed' United
States senator who
would be In her
own right and In any place a distinctly
popular 8lrl. -Isn't growing a llttlo pe
culiar." If she Is. would that we were all blessed
will friends "of 'the ' samo "peculiarity."
AVi should greet this. girl's decision as a
welcome sign of tho tecurrlng of the
home instinct that hasbee,n stooping Jf
not dead In he hre'asta of so many Amer
ican women who gather In largo1 titles
anX so far as twtuic will permit', trans
fa, m themselves Into hr.Hvolccd b'rUlla'nt
pi imaged sisters of the peacock.
The girl who is frankly tired of society
Is the daughter of a blunt, clear-sighted
man of powerful and well governed In
tellect Inheriting his power and vision,
she waa not ionic blinded by the dazx'.c
dust that society throws Into the eyes, of
the foolish satellites. The brilliant dust
so blinds them that for a time they think
they enjoy crowding together as closely
Jk sardines In acan, chattering aim
lessly, tinkling the tea cups, and wrink
ling their faces la an attempt at being
vivacious that ends In making them look
like aged, ugly monkey. Out sooner or
later they realize that they do not enjoy
It They discover that they ar working
liarder than their laundresses, worrying
Jar more than their dressmakers. They
keep on steadily and monotonously as
canal horse on the tow path, as
i lecture by tho moment's favorite Hwami
I ivnd wore dtio nt luncheon "In Just ion
'Inutcs. my dear." They must rush homo
lo dress for a ton hi tlstlijue ut which
thoy were to try a variation of tho turkey
rut. end tin L'inphaslzed tango, The
faces. They looked as tired as draught
horse staggering to their stables.
"Why do they do it 7" repeated the
woman who had forsaknn It all for the
ploughed by fatigue stretched from the country, and without waiting for an
Inner turner of tholr ryes and lay ulontf ! answer, herself answered It.
their cheeks. Their faces were sallow . jt j because they think that all this
und spotted from too much to eat, and maUes them Importunt. That's the secret
too great Intamncy with crowded rooms j of jtt y warrant you. I used to think
und a too utile acquaintance Wiin me . Bp too, i hed around to the Juno
beautifying out of doors, 'exhaustion.
not content with this dobautlfylnsr. had
clubs and to Mrs. Smith Jone's luncheon
and Mrs. ureen Hrowne's tea until I
etched flue linos criss-cross upon their wn8 illvA enough Jo Ilea down and die.
, et whip kept lashing mo on. Ope day.
" ' I I sat down and had a talk with myself.
and wo understood -each other,
v
Why She Did
ly IlKATIUUK FAIRFAX. !
Dear Misa Fairfax: I have been culling
on a girl for three yeurs. und now )
liuvr faltrn In love with somebody else.
Tlint somobody else I u VoubIiI who Is
lilting the other girl. I think the ooiuln
knows that I am In love tvtth her. und
1 know that 'the other girl Is very Jeal
ous. What am I going to do about Jtf
KMHAHHAS3Kr. '
Kmharruased, will. 1 should think you
would be cmburrasscd, you poor, weak,
shilly-shally, dilly-dally creature, you.
I-'or .three .yebtyi. you hav'e ,tukon up,
this gltl's time: for three years you huvo
made her believe that ou wore In love
with ' her. und, now Just ''because h'er
cousin lsiiew you are ready to break tho
other girl's heart.
A fine fellow you aro, to be sine.
So you think the cousin knows you are
In lovo with her?
Why don't you tell the truth for oncer
You know she knows It. for you have
done everything you could to make her
know it. Ke honest now for a few mln
uteo and admit It.
Kvery tlmo you've had n chance you've
given cousin to understand that you
never really breathed a long breath till
she "came Into your, life."
roor cousin. 1 hope she, nt least, has
sense enough to see through you and to
estimate your deep und tremendous pas
sion at Its true value.
Why. you aren't worth a teai-you
aren't worth n sigh yew aren't oven
worth a little crooked quirk of u smile
T.-MaIU v la thn uttmt vlrtun a wo- '
man asks of a mun und a man demunds
of u woman. Without fidelity you iro
no more uso to any. one than so much
straw scattered by every wind that blows.
ltuir along, little man. run along. No
body wants you or your' kind anywhere.
In the family.
woman who
finds fur beyond her
moans, we suggest the use
of ostrich combined with
velvet or of the over
, useful and warm marabou.
Pile gown shown on the
left is of blue satin with
belt and surplice folds of
brown velvet.
V anila brown - - velvet
forms the - center of the
scarf and the ostrich or
marabou should be of the
same tone.
Oii the muff aro three
bands of the velvet and
four, of the feather trim
ming. Bows of satin; in rosette
form finish the outer
bands of the velvet and
long ends of the ostrich
fall from them.
This will be found a
very useful way- to utilize
old: material.
Advice to the Lovelorn
Ily RKATItlCR FAIRFAX.
1 anlH tn
! myself, 'to be Important you must care
, only for Important things.' "
j Sho had found the truth, this woman
' who looked ten years younger and ten
times happier since she had Joined the i
Increasing American exodus to the land .
of right living.
The land of right llvlnjr lies nil around ,
us, except In the shelf life of the great
cities. It may be In a Milage, H may bo
in a BUDurn oi a city, or It may be In
the rrankly avowed country, pr that j s?
border line where town and country If
moot. But It Is not among the inmates of ,
the sandwich dwellings, apartments, ,
which aro merely flats disguised by more J
or less icllablo elevators. It Is a place. '
of elbow room and thought ronift". i
The great cities aro merely market
plages. They ore clearing houses for ou,"
WAj For the
This evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on the right depends
for its effectiveness upon lino and color. And the two combine in the
shading draperies of tho rich material.
Tho blottso fastens beneath the arm and is held by straps of beads
that cross under and above the shoulder and finish in ornaments that
fall straight in front.
Pink and red roses mark the lino of the draped, belt In front, and
a smaller bouquet holds the skirt where it crosses above the left foot.
Tho skirt ends n long, round train, and at tho waist there is a
V
folded tunic of tho velvet.
The sleeves are of flesh-colored tulle. OLIVETTE.
What in the world would un woman
drudgingly as a galley slave at his oars, of an-, sort of charutir do with u poor
t i hY do they do ttr
a woman who f weakling- like you:
I Vim Mimt llred Toar Mother.
Dear Miss 'Fairfax: I am 16 nnd would
liko very much to go on the stage. I nni
keeping company with a young man
bout the same age, who Is on the stage
end has asked me to go with htm. It I
bo I will have to leave home., for my
mother said that 1 could not go. I ir
In love with this young man und he said
that if I do not go on the stage he will
have nothing more to do with me. He
says he loves ir.e. M. U V.
lla uoesn t love you. No mar loves a
girl If he advises her to disobey her
The Manicure Lady 3
By WIIiTAAM V. KIRK.
ft romllnl? IV 1X1WI1 last lllgllt tllUt
wares, be they talents or commodities. ! wa wrote b). n gent named Mister Poo."
stories or pictures, shoes or potatoes. , (sa)d tho jjamCure Lady. "Tho name of
They are buying and selling places, bu. . ,t WHg thc name oC ,omo bird, something
when that business la finished happy la ko a crow muI gee! George, that poem
he or she who owns tho latchkep of a made the chlll8 rlln up and Uown my spine
homo beyond the thousund-volced city, , fof faJr j ,h,nk ,t tnUgt be gTand to be
Wo need human contact to some extent. ab,B , wrUo pooms aml fr.ghten people."
Ao need occasionally to look across the, .., don.t see ny claM to frightening
table Into a friendly face and exchange ,, ,, declared the Head IJarber. "Why
tB. ,?-0f,!vh0t wo have 8Mm on road didn't he write something to make them
of life. But we do not need the vitality )aughf
ruuinB ctowu. e no not neeit me state ..,.. ,. vhu,A do ,hat. .alti the
ho lacks i of strained eyea and strained voices, and i
mother. This Is proof that
sincerity, sense nnd honor. You must not wandering attentions called society. We J nanl for u cown to w
seo him again, and you must gtvc up all i need to forsake life's ocean for one of i went distinctly I re
wiuugni oi ira oib" uniran you wain iu i ijc
commit moral suicide. r concentration upon a task be tt
! only the task of being .happy, we need a
I state of uninterruptlpn.
The gtil who has deserved the capital
Cerlulul).
Hear MIsk Kulrfax: In
puny do you think It is
Is about a
kfiii'liiK com.
proper l a" girl
do you think
year oiaer man a young main
STBAUY HRAUBK.
year's differciuo In age Is too llttlo
to think about.
Manicure Iady. "Uut this piece was too
rite. Tart of it
remember. I could
aee tho dead Iruves flying when I read
them lines. And that mokes me think.
George, pf something that puxzles me a
lot of times. Why Is ft that a person
I and all my happiness Is shot to pieces.
1 That's the way I am most every fall since
I can remember."
"I get that way, too," said the Head
Barber. "All my creditors come around
and tell about that It is going to be a
long, hard winter, and would I please kick
In with at least part of thc amount."
"It ain't no money trouble that makes
me blue In tho fiUI," said tho Manicure
Iady. "It must bo becauno that Is the
time of, year when everything is get
ting through. Nothing could be more
sad to look at than a tree without no
leaves on It, but that Is what your lamps
rest on tho minute you go for a drive in
the park. Wilfred feels the same way
I do about if. He says that every dead
leaf Is the yhoit of some dead lover. Of
course I don't take no stock In that part
of it, but he Is all the time moaning
about love and we all let him havts his
way up to the house, because it Is wrong
to cross a poet. The old gent Is the
gets bluer tn the fall than in the sprlnT
In Its social season knows what she j I try to be bright and merry like a little
wants and doen t want. Hhe U tired of songbird, but all ol a sudden I think
tinkling cymbals and she wants, at Umb I about how short a time ve are here, or only one that gets after him, but I think
did, quiet In which to enjoy books and ! somebody that died In a railroad wreck, !drwn In his heart he feels kind of nroud
mufcic, chat and whlnwbunis. or tho Ulanu la the last world s series, of Wilfred when the poor boy jnanasea
to get one of his poems in a magazine
Uut there I go rambling again. As 1
was saying, this Is a blue tlmo of year.
Wilred wrote some lines on the back
of a looking glass up to tho house last
night. There was a Jot of paper and a
fountain pen in the writing desk, but Wil
fred noticed that Burns and the other old
poets would go around and write lines
on window panes and in the front of
books, so he has to do tho same. These
here Is the lines ho wrote.
The trees are bare and everywhere
The smell of frost Is In the air.
The mind grows somber as it thinks
Of, Winter, and my poor soul shrinks
At the thought ot wind howling from the
north,
n0u nr". f,V"en ?PS an1 80 forth.
Each life Is like a single year
First In the spring we happy appear.
Then In the summer life we enjoy.
And In the winter we can find no Joy.
"It rhymes all right." said the Head
Barber, "but I can't eee jio great amount
of sense to it."
"I thought It was kind of minor league
myself,'' said the Manicure Lady, "but
I suppose poets has their off days the
same &a barbers."
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