PART TWO
SOCIETY SECTION
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The Omaha Sunday Bee
PART TWO
AMU&EMENTS
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VOL. XLVIII NO. 22.
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Mona Cowell's Letter
Omaha Girl, Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert
Cowell, Describes Visit to American Hos
pital at Neuilly and Duryea Relief
Quarters in Paris
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Jessie QtaAam
Recognize the Baby's
Intelligence
By MRS. HARRIET HELLER.
It was to obtain important in
formation one morning not long
ago that I ventured to, ask admit
tance to a beautiful rose-embowered
cottage across the street from my
new home.
A charming young mother met
me at the door holding her baby
on her arm. She endeavored to
answer my question in a gracious
and neighborly way, but was con
stantly interrupted by the child's
cries. . .
While we stood there the infant
was gently changed from one arm
to the other, then put upon her
shoulder. Later when we were'
seated within, she rested her upon
her knee in the time-honored posi
tion supposed to give comfort to
disturbed "tummies." All to no
purpose.1 The little one fussed ana
fussed.
Quite naturally we fell to talking
of babies. The .young mother was
thoroughly versexl in modern lore;
she knew rules, regulatipns, symp
toms, remedies, hold and all the
rest, and was enthusiastic about the
modern science of bringing up in
fants. .
"As far as I can see, there is noth-
ing the matter with her," she said.
"Possibly her teeth hurt her. She
is young to have teeth, but some
times you know " and so on. The
observation about the teeth Was
made in the same tone of voice, with
a purely impersonal inflection, which
she would have used to say, "The
machine is cutting the thread" as
if teeth were a contrivance to be
adjusted to her baby. Not once in
my presence hid she spoken to the
baby.
It was evident to me that her
.modern training, while essentially
desirable, had largely destroyed the
ioitinctiv . expression of tho nat-
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PARIS, France, Sept. 19, 1918.
Dearest Family: I believe I
promised to tell you more of
my visit to Neuilly, which, as you
remember, is a suburb of Paris,
reached in these days by the Metro.
At the station we got a taxi and
drove out to the American Red
Cross hospital. I am not quite
sure, but I believe it was a Lycee
connected with or a part of the Pas
teur institute.
The buildings are large, of fine
red brick with stone trimmings,
rather similar in style to Josselyn
hall at Vassar. being a modern
adaptation of an old style. The place
is large, there are numerous porches
and grassy plols, where the conva
lescents were out making the most
of the bright sunshine. We inquired
at the office for a friend of Nancy
and Agnes and I for Louise Dinning.
None was there, Louise being away
on leave for a rest.
The wide corridors are lined with
beds, most of them empty just then,
though some-well looking patients
occupied a few. The wards are
sustained by various cities and
organizations contributing to special
Red Cross funds. There are many
sectional .wards. Most of them
filled with both American and
French wounded. I could have wept
because we had not brought out
candy, papers or something. Had
we done so I should have loved to
talk to the boys, but without any
of these things I could not bear to
do so. I am going to try and go
tomorrow and if I do will sure bring
flowers, sweets or something. They
were such a nice looking lot of boys,
and some of them were fearfully
smashed up. Some had legs or arms
in casts and were harnessed up until
it seemed as if they were being made
part of a web in a loom. We saw
no terrible wounds, all were band
aged beautifully. It is the first big
war hospital I've been in and some
how I feel most awfully cut up.
No Mourning In France.
It made very real to me, as noth
ing else has, not even the evidence
of mourning in France, just what
war really means. Verily, it tears
men almost to shreds men dying
seems very simple by contrast. And
mind you I realize that I haven't
seen the really terrible cases at all.
It's at the first aid field dressing
stations and hospitals for facial
wounds, etc., that the real tragedies
are seen. After talking to that Eng
lish, 'or rather I found her to be a
Canadian, from Montreal, Miss
Baker, I feel I could drive an ambu
lance, be a nurses' aid. (I wonder if
I could stand it?) o,do almost any
thing to help the "poor, brave fel
lows. Nothing anywhere, that I've
seen, and nothing I have heard or
read has struck home, and made war
in all its frightful naked reality as
clear to me as that half hour in
what is an extremely comfortable,
clean and well equipped hospital. It
has made me long more intensely
than ever to give personal service
and before my return direct service
tothe troops. I might not be able
to dress some of the wounds, but I
know that I should be happy "clean
ing fish in the cellar of a Red Cross
hospital" if those gallant lads were
to eat it. I envy Nancy and Agnes
going to a hut for convalescents
near the front. Le Puy will help my
French, give me poise and adapta
bility, and I trust, an opportunity
to render some real service to the
families of soldiers. Unless the war
is ended quickly, however, I shall
not be content without an experience
in ambulance driving or other work
near the front lines.
Meets Mrs. Duryea.
In the evening Nancy and Agnes
went out to dinner with a Cleveland
friend. I stayed at the hotel for
dinner. Afterwards in the reading
room I sat near a womn I had seen
in a Secour's Duryea motor. I
thought I would venture the query,
ural mother. To her, baby was pri
marily a mechanism, and if she did
not know of any, mechanical means
of correcting an upset condition, she
was quite at a loss what to ' do.
Baby, for her part, it seemed to me,
was persistently denying this classi
fication. She was not only some
thing, but somebody and she wanted
the fact recognized. Department of
the Interior, Bureau of Education,
and the National Kindergarten as
sociation, ..',..,
whether she was Mrs. Duryear. I
guessed correctly, she was, and I
I told her what our Vassar club was
doing in Omaha for "Duryea." She
hopes to come to the states this
winter, and might go to Omaha. She
seemed thrilled at the idea. She is
rather pretty, of middle age, very
feminine and possessed of a very
real desire to be helpful. She writes
I am told, what I know not. She
said the Due d' Orleans wanted to
be a patron, but she decided to keep
it just nice good plain American.
She asked me to visit her distribut
ing center, near Ave. de l'Opera and
the store ; house on the Bois de
Boulogne. I had planned various
and sundry things, for a busy Wed
nesday, but you know "the well
laid plan's of mice and men gang aft
aglee."
We live, I have told you, in
the St. James a very nice place, a
place by the way which is the head
quarters for British Red Cross.
Said hotel has a garden, and said
garden breed mosquitoes. I do not
believe that-Paris ever heard of that
life saver called a screen. Anyh w,
screens are not quite suited to the
French type of window. Well, the
long and short of it is, that although
I have been almost eaten, alive.
I may be ready to die for
my country, but I surely never
would willingly agree to be eaten
alive by mosquitoes in a Paris hotel.
' Visits Refugees.
It's not a fate worthy of a Vassar
ite to say nothing of a budding youiig
attorney. Well, I fairly burst into
bloom that night. We are all so
poisoned by the pestiferous beasts
that our faces look as if we had a
case of German measles, or is it Lib
erty measles now? In the afternoon
I was sufficiently improved to go out
to Ste Sulprice, a huge clearing
house for refugees. A quaint French
man took us around. The building
is in the form of a hollow square,
whose inner court yard was filled
with refugees on benches. There is
a library, kitchen, dining hall, show
er baths, laundry and theater on
the main floor. On the upper floors
sleeping rooms. Here refugees live
for a few days, until placed, and
soldiers on "permission" whose
homes were in the devastated re
gions. I forgot to mention a very
well organized store room and
restiane or distributing room. Back
of this is a work room. Refugees
and discharged soldiers are fitted out
here with clothing. From there we
went to the Duryea distributing
center. This work is done on a
much smaller scale, but really very
efficiently. The goods, much of
which is new, and some used, of
course, is placed on shelves in sep
arate sections, all labeled. Refugees
from certain departments ,who are
in need are sent here by some cen
tral committee on charity, with a
card addressed to Secors Duryea
and here they are fitted out. They
have a card catalog and everything
given out is dated, listed, etc. And
no family gets supplies save once in
six months.
Too Late.
Today we went to the Hotel des
Invalides to see decorations of
honor given, but unfortunately were
too late. The court there is filled
with various trophies of war. There
are three German Gothas (air
planes), one demolished French one,
part of a Zeppelin, and heaps of
French artillery smashed up in the
defense of Verdun. 1
We lunched at a funny little
French restaurant, where the food
was excellent and the proprietor
and his wife bade us "Bon Jour"
when we left. I spent the afternoon
making R, C. arrangements to get
to Le Puy, I had hoped to start
Saturday, reaching St. Etienne in
the evening when Gertrude would
meet me. However, I find now I
cannot get my "order de mission"
in time to leave until Sunday. I
had to wait to do this until my
worker's permit came this morning.
There are so many people to look
after, and French officials move
quite deliberately 1 Also we are un
der military orders, so we merely
keep silent and await instructions
which invariably takes longer than
expected.
While sitting in the lobby having
tea today a woman doctor in Brit
ish service, spoke to us. She was
12 years in the states, took her
Uni work at Chicago as weli as
her medical. She knew many peo
ple who were well known to Nancy,
and she also knew our Major
Stokes. She has seen three years
of service. Was at Saloniki and now
is head of a hospital of 500 beds at
Malba. She is a surgeon, ranks as
major, and has under her numerous
British doctors who rank as cap
tains. This she did not tell until
questioned. She has been on leave
for a few weeks writing a book with
some high ranking British surgeon.
All American.
In recounting today's adventures,
I neglected to mention that I visit
ed the Dunyea supply station. On
the Boulevard Launes are these huts
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Harmony in Home
Decoration
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Furs, Hat and Bag
The three graces of the season are the furs, hats and bags high
in the favor of my lady fair. In the choosing of these three lies in
dividual charm altogether fascinating, and it is rather worth while to
plan the three to harmonize. A local furrier is showing a collection of
sumptuous wraps most unusual combining the
magnificence of perfectly matched skins with
elegance of design and perfection in detail.
Of golden sable, aristocrat among furs, is
the blue brocaded lining veiled in brown geor
gette which they had just sold to an Omaha
society woman. While many gray N squirrels
gave their coats to make a graceful wrap al
lied with taupe lynx, most delightful combina
tion! You'd love to wrap yourself in the soft
folds of a beaver coat with richly brocaded
lining in orange, gold and touch of blue. The
Hudson seal coats made to order are becoming
to everyone and you can get a lovely coat made
for $325.
Now, mes amies, choose your chapeau to
wear with these furs, carefully, thoughtfully.
The rich color hats in velvet and Chinese em
broidery, or velvet and fur creations are in
SDi'rine. One of our hat shops has a window
full of models designed particularly to be worn with furs.
That the costume may be perfect from top to toe the same
shop has an entrancing display of the new bags in art velvets, with
hanging tassels, tortoise shell frames and linings of greatest chicl
The three graces, my dears I
; "POLLY."
have been doing a lot of think
ing lately, said one of the
best known authorities on in
terior decoration. "You know how
we all want to do our bit. I think I
have found a way."
She called it her painless cure for
war nerves. "You know how it is,"
she continued, "this constant pres
sure of war work! The children
make no more work for us or noise
than in peace times, but nerves are
taut. The man at home wishes he
were over there, poor old dear! As
though he weren't doing his bit and
ready when the call comes."
She thinks a lot of so-called war
nerves come from faulty home color
schemes and interiors, and here is
the way she developed her ideas.
If the restful interior, with its
quiet color, its perfect harmony, its
freshness and charm is the ideal cure
for the shattered nerves of peace
times, how much more is it neces
sary to keep taut nerves of these war
days strong to endure?
The rug is the basis of the color
scheme. If it carries the dominant
note the few repetitions of the color
necessary to make each room a
charming whole are slight.
Starting with the jight rug, all
that is left to do is a small matter
a vase, a simple curtain, a colored
cushion and the eyes will find rest
and the nerves relaxation in the har
mony the color scheme has pro
duced. This does not mean that we must
buy Oriental rugs. There are do
mestic rugs yes, "made in Amer
ica" that are exceptionally beauti
ful, and becoming more and more
fashionable.
With these rugs and a very few
other touches, the problem of the
careful housekeeper is solved. They
have not only true color quality, but
they are made of that fabric dearest
of all to the heart of the housewife
linen. American grown flax is the basis
of their manufacturing. Dyed in the
rough, it holds the color well. It is
woven with great skill into a heavy
soft rug, that is not only highly
artistic, but has the wearing qualities
of linen, is dustproof and moth
proof. Best of all, linen rugs are inex
pensive and conserve cotton and
wool, now that these fabrics are
called to war service and their use
in the manufature of the floor cover
ings is so sharply restricted.
Here is the basis of the cure. Take
any room in which the colors have
been such as to jangle the nerves.
Make the floor covering what it
should be a clean, clear, solid color.
Build upward from the floor.
There are a hundred inexpensive
ways in which to repeat the color. A
touch at the window, a touch on the
mantel, a touch in the sofa cushions,
and the thing is done.
Ihe cure tor war nerves is npt
based on rest, which may be nos
sible, but on refreshment which is
only possible through the proper
surrounding,
-T EBRASKA girls, recruited through the state Red Cross?),
IN bureau of personnel, woman's division, will make a
splendid showing in the army of war workers sent
across the seas. Of over 500 women volunteers interviewed
by Mrs. Charles T. Kountze, director for the bureau, 110
have already been accepted. Some are already in France,
others are awaiting passports or sailing orders.
For canteen service, the Misses Blanche Eakin, Sarah
Kelly, Opal Camery, Emma Cook, Mildred Pryor, May
Grimes, Irma Grimes of Hastings and Margaret Kennedy
have been accepted.
Miss Laura Crandall, Cass school teacher, and a sister
of Mrs. James Richardson ; Miss Mary Eleanor Nevin, Ober
lin graduate and a teacher in Windsor school, and Miss Eliz
abeth Thornburg, formerly of Syracuse, N. Y., but who has
for the last four years been employed by the Thompson
Belden company, are among those whose acceptance for
overseas service has come most recently.
Miss Jessie Graham, Red Cross nurse who for many years
made her home with the Dr. C. C. Allison family and was
later in charge of the Presbyterian hospital, is now in an
army hospital in Detroit, awaiting overseas orders.
Mrs. Laura Peters is one of the interesting volunteers
for service abroad, whose application is now under consid
eration. Mrs. Peters was born in Canada of French par
ents, married an American and has lived in this country for
27 years. Mrs. Peters is applying for social work. She has two
brothers in the Canadian army, one of them a surgeon
major. v
. Miss Georgia Chenault, an aunt of Mrs. R. C. Mauldin,
is another woman awaiting overseas orders. Miss Chenault
has gone to her former home in the south to wait for her call.
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Mrs. Learned' s Appeal
United War Work Campaign Support Urged by
Mrs. Myron L. Learned, Writer, Musician
and War Worker of Pioneer
Omaha Family
I
N this tremendous world war it
has been the mission of seven
great organizations, viz.. Young
Mens Christian association, Young
Women's Christian association. Na
tional Catholic War council, Jewish
Welfare board, War Camp Com
munity service, American Library
association and the Salvation Army,
to create soul-comfort, cheer, and
home conditions which will follow
the sodlier from the moment he
leaves his own doorstep until he re
turns to his anxious family.
Home follows the flag clear up to
the front line trenches; there is no
time when the boy is allowed to feel
lost or lonely. These societies have
been working separately. Now these
seven bodies merge absolutely, and
for the time being differences of
creed are forgotten in a great com
mon purpose. More money is asked
for to keep our boys healthy and
happy,, and profitably occupied, dur
ing their leisure hours. Three mil
lion dollars is asked of Nebraska,
and five hundred thousand is the
quota for Omaha.
Let us follow a soldier "to the
zone of combat" and see what these
societies do for him and why the
money is so sorely needed.
Troop Train from Home to Canteen.
Canteen workers, with games,
gum, cigarets, postcards, Y. M. C.
A. or K. of C. secretaries on every
train. A long, lonesome journey is
made pleasant.
Cantonment.
A homey hut. There are 750 of
these huts in the United States. He
can write letters home, play games,
hear good music, lectures. He can
study and see a movie.
A hostess house, where he may
visit with his women relatives.
There are 85 hostess houses in the
United States under Y. W. C. A.
There are 43 library buildings in
cantonments. Books and magazines
in all huts.
The hut is the soldiers' church
and synagogue.
Visit to the City from Cantonment.
Five hundred clubs in United
States give welcome to soldiers, be
side Y. M. C. A., K. of C. and Jew
ish welfare buildings. Information
booths conducted at all large de
pots. W. C. C. S. hotels w'ith a
clean bed for a few cents a night.
Troop Train for "Unnamed Port of
Debarkation."
Y. M. C. A. or K. of C. secretary
on the train takes charge of all last
letters and requests. Arranges for
baths when trains stop; looks after
innumerable details.
Point of Embarkation.
Comfortable huts have been built.
The boy's last night in his native
land is spent in friendly, cheerful
surroundings. It was not always so.
For a while the boys slept anywhere
and everywhere, in crowds on the
floor and in chairs.
Transport.
Y. M. C. A. and K. of C. secre
taries make trip after trip, with per
haps only one day on land. Motion
pictures, games, athletic contests,
theatricals and band concerts.
Church services.
Landing.
Y. M. C. A. and K. of C, Jewish
Welfare board and Salvation Army
have preceded the soldier. There
are hotels and restaurants. Ameri
can girls and women are already
there to help him with the strange
language and customs.
France.
Home comes with the hut, bring-
Oh, to Be in Paris!
(Faith Baldwin, of the Vigilantes In the
Kansas City Star.)
Oh, to be In Paris where the drum of
vlrtory beats!
To watch the flag's blue flower make
glad gardens of the streets!
To see In tear-soft woman eyes the glory
and the pride,
The high white flame of knowledge that
the dead are Justified!
Oh, to be In Paris when the troops come
home again!
Out of storm and thunder threat; out of
shrapnel rain!
To see the gallant living march beneath
the dean, free sky!
And hall the ghosts which march with
them , . . the dead who can
not din!
Oh, to watch the sunlight glint on Maid
Jeanne's holy lance!
And then, just Ood, to kneel and kiss
the sacred soil of France I
ing all the love and cheer of the
folks who have stayed at home.
In the Trenches.
Messengers with chocolate and
cigarets. doughnuts, hot coffee or
cocoa. The soldier is wet, exhausted
and chilled to the bone; no angels
will ever look fairer than these
messengers at dawn.
Wounded.
These seven agencies work hand
in hand with the surgeons and
nurses for the soldiers quick and
complete recovery.
All great wars have had one
common enemy and jts name is
leisure! Hours when the strain is
off and the soldier wants to forget.
Then tragedies come. It is the
obect of these seven societies to
get leisure out of the liability column
and place it among the soldiers'
assets. Ninety-three huts went down
in one single offensive, and yet
some people ,wonder why more
money is needed. One hut that
cost $4,000 dollars sheltered in the
course of one year 1,100,000 men.
Think what a wonderful ministry!
Lhe field army of these seven
great agencies comprises more than
15.U00 uniformed workers on both
sides of the water, and General
Pershing is asking that additional
workers be sent to France at the
rate of at least a thousand a month.
General Pershing also wants safe
places for the men to spend their
furloughs. The English and French
may go home but not our men. It s
too far. There are six towns now
operated as furlough stations. Aix
les Bains is one of them.
It is the business of the Y. W. C.
A. to back up the women who are
backing up the men. In France are
16 huts for American nurses and
15 for French women workers in
munition plants. Thousands of
girls are looked after in Y. W. C. A.
hotels in Paris and Tours. The
Hotel Petrograd has become a cen
ter of American girl life in Paris.
Every king, premier and promi
nent general of the allies has writ
ten to urge the necessity of the
work which is represented by the
seven splendid agencies.
Don't let the talk of peace in
fluence your giving. When the
time comes to demobilize our army
it will take one year to get our
men home!
Let Nebraska and Omaha go over
the top! MARY LEARNED.
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Laura. Helte CraztJall
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Gabby on "Premature Peace"
GABBY DETAYLES must sure
ly have been excited Thurs
day at the premature peace celebra
tion. She called a perfectly happily
married man, who had given her no
encouragement, "My dear," when
she and said married man were
ensconced from the rain in some
body else's automobile, standing on
Seeventeenth and Farnam.
Proof that he was just as excited
as Gabby is this fact When the
demonstration was over he discov
ered they were sitting in the wrong
car, over which they had dripped
wet umbrellas.
Three thoroughly . dignified ma
trons, active in the Needlework
guild, also celebrated the Daily
News' premature peace news by do
ing something they never would
have done any other time. '
They rode downtown in the Sal
vation Army truck which had
stopped at the church to gather gar
ments! ABBY has several friends who
live in an apartment house in
the west part of town. Last Sun
day morning the apartment dwell
ers arose at their accustomed late
hour and eagerly sought the pa
pers. Here anJ there a copy of
one of the other morning papers
was safely tucked in its usual place,
but there was not a Bee.
Then a .call went forth to the cir
culation department. In fact, the
girl at the Bee end of the wire
must have received one call after
another, for eventually there ap
peared a frightened-looking small
boy with armload of Bees. ,
'T did leave my papers," he de
clared stoutly, "I always do leave
them, but there's a gang of kids
following me. They steal my papers
as fast as I leave them and take
them down town and sell them.
They can get 15 cents apiece for
Bees with the new brown -photographic
sheet in them."
New arrangements have been
made in the apartment house for
the safety of the precious Bees.
TVrORAL: When you sell ticketi
for a postponed dance, be sure
you inform the purchaser of the
new date. Your reputation may be
impeached.
Harry Lapidus, Harry Wolf and
Leo Rosenthal, hustling committee
for the B'nai ! B'rith war benefit
dance at the Auditorium Thursday
evening, sold Aruthur Crittenden
Smith tickets for the affair, for
getting to change the date on the
tickets from October 29, the orig
inal date. The dance was post
poned on account of the flu.
A little later when the same com
mittee accosted Roy Byrne, Mr.
Smith chanced to notice it.
"Don't buy any tickets from these
men. They're selling you tickets
for a dance that's already been
given," exclaimed Mr. Smith with
a twinkle in his eye.
"It's a good way to dispose of
old stock," was Mr. Wolf's ready
response. But the misunderstanding
was soon rectified.
WHEN the whistles blew, after
the issue of the big fake
peace extra the pupils at Lincoln
school pricked up their ears.
"What are the whistles blowing
for?" asked one little fellow. "I
don't know," replied another infant,
"but I guess the kaiser's gone to
hell." Of course, this isn't at all a
proper thing for Gabby to write,
but she happens to know this was.
the way it was told by the young-'
ster's teacher