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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (April 20, 1919)
M i . B: PART TWO . SOCIETY SECTION ' PART TWO SOCIETY SECTION i, VOL. XLVIII NO. 45. OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING. APRIL 20, . 1919. SINGLE COPY FIVE CENTS. rid? 1 ovfc m omatis The Easter! the w W M Children Christ the Lord is risen, Chmt the Easter children, Their love-moulded faces . Luminous with gladness And their costly raiment Gleaming like lilies. But la.st night I wandered Where Christ had not risen, ,. 'here love knows no gladness, Where the Lord of Hunger Leaves no room for childhood. And today I wonder Whether I am dreaming, For above the swelling Of their Easter music I can hear the murmur, "Suffer all children." ' $ Nay, the world is dreaming, And my seeing spirit Trembles for its waking When their Savior rises., To restore lilies , To outcast children. ' Els Barker. A Great Soul Has Passed On To The Land of " Eternal Lilies ,i . - . ' , Little Children From Coast to Coast Must Spend Their First Easter Without the Gifts of Mrs. Phoebe Hearst. As a lover of humanity and little children, Mrs. Pheobe Hearst was worshiped from coast to coast. Each year thousands were made glad by her beautiful Easter remembrances. To the adult world she gave happiness and lilies to the children she gave "Easter Egg Hunts" and "Bunny Parties." Just one week before Easter, this year, the soul of a great woman was called to the valley of eternal lilie.8. The world will be deprived of her Easter tribute let the world pay tribute to Mrs. Hearst's memory. Nothing more beautiful and noth ing more true can be said of this beloved woman than the following article from the heart and pen of Winifred Black, who knew her well. , ' By WINIFRED BLACK. Phoebe Apperson Hearst, the greatest woman California has ever known, is gone. . She had been ill for some time, but sfie never gave up the zest of living until the very last. Always and always she awoke with the sunshine or trust in her heart, and it was only the day be fore her death (Saturday) that those about her realized that she could not make the fight mur.h longer the , brave fight, the strong fight' of a brave ami gallant nature. The end came to her as she had lived quietly, simply and with a no ble tranquility. With the smile in her clear, blue eyes as bright as it ever could have been when she was 16, she turned UDon her fcillow side and fell asleep, like a tired child, at peace with all " the world. , And while she slept her great soul stretched its wings and fled'. All over the world hundreds of , people wept when they heard that she had gone, for she was the friend of all the world, loved from sun to sun, it it is the fortune of few wo men to be. v Old friends still mourn for her, and new ones, too, for she was one o those who made new friends every day and held them close to her heart, as if she had known them always. Some women would have been old at her age. She, was 76 years young. Her life , was crowded hour by hour and minute by minute with a thousand infinitesimal details of all Mnds of work yet she was 'never tired, never discouraged, never for ! one moment disheartened. Those who knew her well heard her say a thousand times that life grew sweeter and broader and deep er for her every hour she lived. Her house was always full of friends and her heart was full of solicitude for them, their comfort and their happiness, but she was . never too busy to stop everything and talk with some homesick boy come over from the university to tell her his troubles, or too occu pied to give an hour or so of her ' crowded life to some happy girl who came smiling to that beautiful and gracious door to teH some happy se- tret to one she knew would rejoice . : her. You didn't need any great pile of letters of introduction to get to meet Mrs. Phoebe Hearst no. mat ter how poor you were or how little known, or how dull or how unim- ! portant if you had a true story to tell, a real hope to voice, an honest trouble to be relieved, you could al ways get to her somehow. Every child who ever looked into .'.hose blue eyes of hers loved her it the first glance, and not all the iptendor of her magnificent, home :ould put awe into the heart of the -1.MJ 1. - . J , lime iiuiuicu site Kdiucicu aruuiiu her, as a fairy godmother the chil dren in. the' old fairy tale. . I know a little boy who heard a woman telling ones about a splendid party Mrs. Hearst had given for the Daughters of the Revolution. The woman who told the story expati ated on the magnificent place and the splendid silver, the luxury of every detail, and the little boy's eyes grew round with anxiety. When the visitor who told the tale had gone the little bov sat down at a pretty desk Mrs. Hearst had given him and wrote her a let ter, telling her that he wished she would not spend so much monev on company for if she kept on do ing it lie was afraid. she would go to the bank some day and find all her money gone. The little boy's handwriting was not very good he was only 7 years old or so but his letter reached Mrs. Hearst- and she read it aloud to her great dinner parties again and again and laughed but there were tears in her kind eyes when she laughed and she always said in her sweet voice, that had some how a lilt in it, like the burden of an old song: "You see , I am not without a good practical friend to advise me." He is gone too, the little bov. who wrote the letter to Mrs. Phoebe Hearst because he loved her and was afraid she was doing something that would make trouble for her I wonder if he was waiting oh the other side of the dark river to slip his chubby hand in hers and tell her how glad he was to see her again. How many there must be who crowded to the bank of that mys terious stream we, none of us have seen, but all must cross some day, to meet and greet , her with deep love and joyous welcome. Boys and girls, old men, a little tired of living, women whose hearts have not beat in youthful joy for many years, students of the university, teachers of all kinds, all up and down this broai state of ours, rich and poor, the great and the humble they are all sad today for their dear friend has gone. Her charities were as broad 'as the sea and as .silent as the quiet night. She gave and gave and gave nd with every gift, no' matter 'iow humble, went a loving thought.' She didn't talk much about re ligion her whole life w.as a prayer and a thanksgiving and a blessing. Endowed with a brilliant mind and a broad vision that was almost prophetic, acquainted as she was with the world and the great and mighty of the earth she yet was as simple, in alj her ways as any simple wonian. With nothing to think of but her home and her children. She never forgot that she was no always a rich woman and she was just as eagerly interested in the trousseau of a little school teac'ier somewhere in the country as shi was in the splendid wardrobe of some gay-hearted young debutante. She would shop all day to find exactly the right dress for the little .. (Continued on Pag Two) ' to I fell & V - a v . ' V VVMffifL I I'W-f I il ; 1 f MM I ;m " : . . Gabby h Mr ; :VM j fV Gabs '. : VJ . Mn'r'r " y V. -4 J - f frf Hither and Thither She m SmMSr yS 'v: fj r IvK' Picks Up a Bit of Jolly f! -rr-. ArTn'i - it a - - ii'--. - ' i't-mW I II- V. Gossid for Friends 1 if f fe, V'V JSy AtA $nl: l By GABBY DETAYLS. Where did you come from, Baby dear? Out ofthe Easter skies into here. Where did you get those eyes so blue? Out of the sky a3 1 came through. . Easter Greetings And what mor beautiful Easter mllnc could be given the pwbllo than a picture of this little fairy. Mary Claire Matthew, whom Ood sent to Mr. and Mrs. Francis P. Matthews Just three years ago. Her beauty ts haunting, sweet. It Is these divine gifts that keep men from becom ing beasts and turn the whole, world to ward Ueaveiv Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itself into bonds and bands But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought about you and so I'm here. I COMMON sense, stable, durable, non-frillable, sturdy wearable' All .1 BiiucB. .mi inc5e aajecuves are whizzing over fashion's wireless from the east to the west from the national headquarters of the Y. VV. C. A. right to the eyes, ears but perhaps not to the taste of Omaha women. And this right after American girls and women are tired of sturdy uniforms, weary of army boots, and just ready and glad to blossom out into unsensible pretty things just when women smile at the sight of bows on slippers, and welcome, even occasionally, an ornamental if not useful French heel! - ' But Harriet Wild, head of the physical education of the national board of the Y. V. C. A., who is authoress of all these sturdy adjec tives says "No" for American women. She says unto them: "Take thou these common-sense shoes," shoes which are guaranteed to make one walk with a spring at 65; to pro tect one from corns, bunions, cal luses; to make one's feet beautiful, health perfect .and disoosition hannv and cheerful. And she sets out to spread her spirit of "shoe bolshevism" unto the uttermost parts of the Staet "Can't the American people .get away from following fads," says Miss Wild, "and be directed by common sense and comfort? The Chinese arc the only people I can think of who believe that the foot, to be beau tiful, should be small, pinched up and defomed. I have seen women in this country whose feet nearly re sembled those of a Chinese woman which had been bound all the re sult 6f high heels and long, pointed toes. One can't call that type of shoe barbaric or heathenish because neither barbarians nor heathens would wear them. But to allow peo ple to continue wearine that nrt f thing means torture, so that when ! they are middle-aged they have to nobble along instead of getting comfort out of walking.. "The human foot is beautiful" says Miss Wild, "therefore whv not ".o. a siiuc which tits tne outlines of the foot?" . (But e'en though it may be true, it s such a gloriously delicious feel ing after the strain and the wear of v, Pst,'ears f suppressed, sen sible feelings that monopolized us all to forget it to go on an unsen sible spree that includes high heels pointed toes, wide bows, n'every thitig. That's all the women ask they have all nobly worn the low, stylish heeled walking shoe and gloried i it, but when they hear Miss Wild'i '' words. "Why not a common sense evening shoe?" then they ponder, pause and pout a bit. Tis true that they might pos sibly abhor, then rnniitpnar, length embrace but judging from the streak of unsensible that's found m us all. it's a auestinn whfh.- Xf;- Wild' revolution hi shoes will "re volve many times before it dies, and disappears. ' isn't Yankee, neither is it I'rench, its oosutivelv not "C man and far be it from being Chinese but it's the grand "Duke's mature of every kind of expres sion that fits, that these Yankee sol rticrs are bringing back with them. No wonder fond mother looks bt iumiuueu on rage Two)