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PART TWO. .
sdciETY SECTION
The . Omaha
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VOL, XLVIII NO. 47.
' OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 4, 1919.
SINGU2 COPY FIVE CENTS.
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' Chatter
Gossiping Gabby Passes On the Information
She Gleans by Listening and Snooping
and Prying Around Where She '
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UST for fun we are going
quote from the "only" Helen
" Rowland who, behind smiles,
wit and sarcasm, has ierreted out
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me meanings 01 maie coinurcs.
When a woman arrangeth her
locks iti for vanity's sake -or
for style's sake , or for ar
sake or for love's sake.
But a man's hair is his fa
vorite advertisement!
And by the way in which he
weareth it shall ye know him.
The savage suffereth his locks
' to flow about his shoulders and
adorneth them with glittering
y ornaments and bright feathers,
which is to say:
"Beware, beware I I am
fiercel"
But the first sign of a civilized
man is a haircut, which is the
symbol of "intelttgence."
Yet, when "culture" cometh,
he returneth unto his first love
and permitteth his .cherished
locks to grow again in divers
and wonderful ways.
The poet cultivateth a curling
forelock, and the musician re
joiceth in a waving mane.
Whicli-is to say:
"Lo, I am a genius 1"
' The college professor shear
eth the hair from his head and
causeth it to grow upon his
chin.
- For a vandyke is the emblem
of the highbrow and the sacred
symbol of intellectuality.
The soldier croppeth his back
hair and removeth his beard,
M but coaxeth the foliage to grow
upon his upper lip as a token
of bravery.
The monk shaveth the top ot
his head
to show
lorth
his
piety.
But' the base ball player
shaveth the back of his neck,
which is to say:
"I'm the guy!" , s
And the "Johnny" slicketh
' back his pompadour so that it
appeareth to be painted on his
scalp! ,
Behold, in Vll the world there
are but two men who take no
joy "in doing stunts with their
hair and revel not in "nature's
1 , crown of beauty."
Even trie convict, and the
baldheaded man. , .
Yet, of these two the convict
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is the more numan, lor ne
suffereth great sorrow and hu-
"miliationywhen ,his locks are
shorn.
But the baldheaded man goeth
forth boldly "unclad on top."
And neither vanity nor mercy
- nor modesty shall cause him to
cover up his blushing scalp.
Go to! A woman will tny.
cumber herself with two pound,
of false hair for love of a man
who would not so much as
camouflage his bald spot with a
toupee for love of a goddess!
v Verily, verily, let the explorer
and the scientist waste their
" time upon the language of birds
and monkeys and hottentots;
let the lover learn the language
of the flowers and the flirt
practice the language of the
eyes.
But unto a feminine psycholo
' gist the language of a man-'s
hair is stranger and infinitely x
more interesting than fiction. . "
THE cat has come into its ownl
It took many an age before he
graduated from the slurs and
the reproaches of cenWfies.
The witches cat! enough to make
the shivers come!
"She's a cat!" and oh, how the
sparks flash from the eyes at that
'catty" remark.
But now he's graduated entirely.
Students, teachers, wise men and
all wlio delve into the "ologys," have
evidently in their zeal discovered the
possibilities of "catology." -
Now the favored cat has been
cited as master of not sleuthery,
neither of trickery and mysterious
uncanniness but master of that
most subtle art of reserve. Neither
. shyness nor bashfulness is his; hu
mility dwells not in them, and mod
esty touches him .with but ineffec
tive fingers. For modesty connotes
two. factors a slender confidence in
self and an inner restraint v from
thrusting oneself forward. Neither
belongs to the cat .
In our own race only the" Scotch
men have glorified reserve and made
a national trait of reticence. The
Scotchman has claimed and won
honor for his limitation in expres
sion. Not so " the cat. Calumny
ha fallen upon him, and he is made
to wear the adjectives "stealthy,"
and "selfish" and "treacherous."
We are apt, in our large-minded
way, to call reserve treachery when
we do not understand it, says a
writer in Scribner's. And we never,
in our large-minded wy, will under
stand the cat. Though caution and
wariness tingle on his whiskers, his
half-closed eyes are focused on some
distant, unseen world, and enmesh
his reserve with a sense of mystery.
Inscrutability -veils the expression
vibrates in the atmosphere and un-i
seen forces which are at once close
apd remote baffle our perplexed and
cumbrous understanding.
The reserve which is most irri
tating is that which we cannot un
derstand. It is our Subjective atti-
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totude which makes us interpret such
reserve as obstinacy, stupidity or
perverseness, and which calls forth
in us a spirit of allied exasperation
and determination to shatter. For
the human ego is a, curious and de
manding creature, which is, strange
ly enough, at vthe mercy of that
which most quickly retreats be-
These sages say that the incom
prehensible touches the pride and
the cat is uncomprehensible. Cats
either pique the curiosity of the im
aginative or baffle, and therefore
madden,, the swift, logical thinker,
There is a subtle connotation to be
found in the. comparative number of
men and women who like cats.
Even in the kindest of men the in
solent and independent deportment
of a cat's tail arouses some spirit of
vexation. If the Cat That Walked
By His Lone had not waved his
wild tail the Iliad of Catdom might
have been a different story.
The only confusing part of it is
that we giuls will never know
whether we are, being slurred or
complimented when we are referred
to as "cats."
OH, girls, the styles! The styles
of dresses, yes", but Mercy me,
going to count ever and ever so
much more this year than in former
years. A certain fashion forecaster
says that it hasn t quite come to
rings in the tip of our noses, but at
least we will wear 'em in the tips of
our ferrules this summer. All of
the smartest, newest parasols which
we wilL raise against the sun's rays
have these handy rings, so that they
will slip over the wrjst when the
parasol isn't in action and dangle
along with the omnipresent bag.
Of course last season the parasols.
also sported these rings, but then
they were attached to the handles.
This season, just by way of variety,
they have done a flip-flop to the
other extreme and, fastened to the
tip, they upset all precedent and all
parasols by causing them to hang
upside down when in repose.
lo raise a parasol this . summer
will be the next best thing to raising
not that is, of course, a riot of
color for never have they seemed
so gay and festive. Gdrgeous plaids
Land figured silks vie with plain col
ors ot most hectic hues, the flat
Chinese shapes are most in favor.
Some are just one tiny ruffle after
another and some are bordered
deeply with silken fringe. One
bright green affair has embroidered
designs of bright hued wool with a
yarn fringe of all the assorted
shades. On the airy chiffon models,
fringe of the popular ostrich feather
flus palpitate pulchritudinously.
A revival of hand paiTrted parasols
promises great success and a new
note hasVbeen added by introducing
the popula metallic touch. A stun
ning flat black parasol shows a
sprawling .vine design done in gold
paint and a midnight blue is silver
leaved. Gay plumaged birds and
iridescent butterflies fly theif' paint
ed beauty across the ivory ribbed
sectors of shimmering silk, and
painted blossoms bloom there un
withered by the scorching sun.
Broad black and white stripes
radiate smartly from many an ivory
ringed ferrule tip and yet on others
stripes run madly round and round
in dizzy circles.
Quaint parasols of calico and
English print are made especially,
matching up adorable old-time
dresses of the same materials. There
are gay cretonne and figured linen
parasols that belong to this non
silky set and a parasol made from
one of those printed Indian bed
spreads that you find in every well
regulated Bohemian studio and
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Heart Beats
By A. K.
Tired one!
'Weary one!
Seeker of ease!
y If you would win
In the battles of Life
And reach a place
In the world of men
Steer clear
Of that comfortable
Easy chajrj
And there is
Easy chair
! In the corner
, Every Life
an
of
; 1 ween
It beckons
And coaxes
And keeps rocking1
Gently to and fro.
It whispers
Of comfort and rest
For the weary
Souls of men.
Its cushions are soft
Made of treacherous down
From the great white geese
Of the- witches' domain.
Ah! that Easy Chair
i Is a -subtle affair
So calm
So sweet
As it rocks and sways
Staking it's claim"""
On the best in 'life
Like the terrible
That dreadful
"Old man of the sea."
Succumb not to its
Temptation
It 'allures r V
' Retards -
Destroys
That which spurs us
On and on
To the goal
Of Greater Things.
Take care!
Beware!
Of the enticing rest N
In that destructive
V EASY CHAIR!
SELAH1
every American peddler's pack
raises the newest and most striking
note in parasoldom up to date.
: Those old-time allover Spanish
and Chantilly lace -'parasols are
coming back toov You, know the
Kind that graifdnfa'Srried when she
was just a young and flighty crea
ture. Mounted , over shimmering
satin, they are just the things to
wear with our floating siken scarves
and bookmuslin frocks and tiny
bonnets. '
Of course the stout, stocky, sub
stantial and always smart little
hybrid dual element defiers, the
bright taffeta umbrella parasols that
turn equally fast and impervious
colors to the sun and rain, are still
found. in the best hands and um
brella stands. It is the fluffly
femine and extravagantly imprac
tical charms of the cobwebby lace
ones, the "ruffledy" silk ones and
the hand painted chiffon ones, how
ever, that the majority of fair
feminines are hoisting this summer
to keep off the Heavenly golden sun
and lure on some golden earthly
son. '
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O you remember your first
Vide in a taxicab? If you have
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doubt you do. Can't you remember
your "scampy," dare-devil feeling as
you careened around the corners in
the rattly equipage while the little
machine clicked up the dollar markai-j
In two or three months, dear people.
you will be once again enjoying thaU
hrst time sensation ot being m
the forefront of things and you can
do it by taking a taxi too. For it
will be an aerial taxi, and you must,
for the sake of accuracy, put an
other digit in front of your 15 miles
an hour for you can travel '1 IS
miles in 60 mgjjutes. V
In the golden month of May if
you should suddenly desire to . flit
from thither to yon you will not
purchase mile-long railroad tickets
as of yore, but you will need only to
World Red Cross
, Leaders Pa ving
Way to Health
Conference now in session "at Can
nes, France, headed by Henry P.
Davison of ' -the American Red
Cro$s, Stnd representative of France,
England, Italjr and Japan, is map-:
ping out a universal health program
that will be co-ordinated with the
work 'of the league' of nations.
Second only in importance to th6
gathering at Versailles, where the
foremost statesmen of the world are
striving fora plan that will enable
the nations- of the Tarth to dwell in
peace, is the Conference at Cannes,
Fraace, of the world's leaders in
Red Cross work, assembled for the
lofty purpose of formulating plans
f
or improving the healthr and min
imizing the distress of mankind
everywhere. -
Each conference is working along
separate lines, but world content
ment is the.ultimate objective of
both. Any plan for world peace
adopted at 'Versailles must be im
measureably strengthened by the
proposed -Red Cross program tor
promoting the welfare of men and
women within the new geographical
boundaries. '
France, Great Britain, Italy, Japan
and the United States are the coun
tries whose Red Cross organiza
tions now have representatives at
Cannes. These representatives
compose a committee headed by
Henry P. Davison of New York,
formerly chairman of the war coun
cil of the American Red Cross and
still a member of the executive com
mittee of that- organization. Mr.
Davison, at the request of President
Wilson, who is president of the
American Red Cross, has agreed to
represent that organization in the
movement to unify the efforts of all
Red Cross societies. -
telephone that you would like to
leave in an hour via the air route.
Then, at the appointed moment, ar
rayed in you best and tailored trav
eling clothes, you step into the
newest things in the way of closed
in, upholstered , ariel taxicabs and
you wiH be delivered right side up
with care at the board walk with
the wild waves within a stone's
throw. '
But wait! All this will be yours if
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you live in the,gay metropolis,' and
how can that interest Omahans? It
f may seem far away, but so did the
narrow skirts not so very long ago,
to ay nothing of shaved eyebrows,
and yet they are as thick as dande
lions in spring time. IFwill not be
long until father flies home m the
wee sma' hours after "Sr-friendly ev
ening at rthe Athletic club, and
mother will be wakened from her
beauty sleep as he crashes through
the syy'.ights.
Nursie will no longer wheel the
baby up and down the sunny side of
Farr.an; street for. her blue and
white stiffness will be changed to
leather coat and goggles and the
foni. mamma will say:
"You might take the baby up for
a little while, but don't loop him, it
always makes him sick."
There is no doubt that feminine
Omaha, will desert their electrics
and "roadsters ' for a cunning little
plane for many Omaha women
have already soared away into the
blue, and as Mrs. Frank Selby says,
"It's great fun.'" .
Of the eight women who founded
the Women's Foreign Misisonary
society of the M.-E. church, 50 years
ago in Boston, the sole survivor is
Mrs. Xois Parker, widow of Bishop
E. W. Farker, of India.
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The Star
By R. BROAD, JR. .
A Star of Gold in the window,
A soul in tie vast unknown, '
A memory of days that are ended,
A prayer to the Great White Throne,
A tear drop in sad eyes glistening, 1
Throbs of pain and of pride in some breast,
For that brave one, whose mission is ended; ,
Whose remains in far fields lie at rest.
High hopes and ambitions are over, J '
Youthful fervor is cooled 'neath the sod,
The temple that held them is shattered,
The soul has returned to its God . .
Shall the sacrifice made go unheeded ?
Is the life, bravely spent thrown away?
Ah! no. In the heart of our nation . ' '
It shall live forever and aye. ' ,"
As thus freely it gave to the utmost, v
Recking naught, save the cause we hold dear,
So we, through, such inspiration,
. Shall see our duties more clear. V. 1
Stars may tarnish, and bodies shall moulder
Our brave ones forgotten may rest.
J , But the Purpose and Deed shall live in us, .
. - And lead to our highest and best . .
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Mystery!
Who Is
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Some Will Sy Menie
Davis" and Others i
Know She Is Mary f
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DABK "mystery! Double identi-,
ties, jand all the atmosphere
necessary for a six reel thriller '
except we have two leading ladies
and no leading maul Can 't you I
imagine anything more exciting and i .
yet perplexing? ,We present one ,
beroint.' It's Menie Davis no, it's "
Mary Taylor. There youjre!' You' ,
have the whole , plot for 'everyone' u
mistakA one for tke other. 4;
To the' soft jazzy tunes of a palm
hidden orchestra the young gallant -
in the Tuxedo approaches one fair :
charmery He knows it's Miss Da
vis, and he does want to dance this ;
fox trot with her, but with a swish -pf
satin and a fitter of tulle the
girl in question turns and looks his
way. The swain is puzzled but only
for a minute, of course, he knows ,
who she is. But she isn't! For '
Menie is Mary and he swirls through
the 4ance a much puzzled young
man. ; w ' : 1 v
The resemblance between th! two
girls causes a great deal of amuse
ment, for their friends ,'are'" con-N
stantly addressing remarks to one ' t
intended for the other. Miss Taylor -is
surprised by, being reminded that ;
she has promised her support, to , V
this benefit affairvor that, and she
smiles- sweetly at the sabled- ma
tron who is. asking so-'Rently for
her sandwiches and a few ducats, V -
but all the time her .brain is whirU -
ing round and, rounds who, when,,
and where? ' ' ' ,
Suddenly the light breaks. -The -
lady of the lorgnette and the grand
dame air thinks she is Miss Davis
and Miss Taylor assists tier in ad--justing
personalities amid a' mini
mum of embarrassment and a maxi- '
mum of laughter. . . J-
A niche in the business world is
occupied by-Miss Taylor.' Wheji-"
the tocsin of war called the young
men and women of the .land this! .
attractive Omaha girl joined the -ranks
of those who pledged their
brain and skill to serving their cou
try. ; The- smoke of x jbattle ha"s " .'
cleared away but . efficient Mary
finds that her busy World till fas-
cinates and 'she has no idea of for- '
saking the realm of jangling teler ,
phones and clicking typewriters.
She-swims, she dances, she skates -and
when all tKis is done she con
tinues to be the counterpart of the ;
attractive Miss Davis. . . - ,
Easter In Russia I? Quite
Different From Gay Paraxjer V
On Fifth Avenue..
A secretary of the Young Wo
man's Christian association writes , ,
of an interesting rustom in Russia .
on Easter. All day long that sacred
day the streets are deserted and :
quiet; there is no sound of. song and
lauehter and the majority remn
iudoors. At ,dusk the people", dress- ,
ed all in black and with sad taces,
on into chiirches'that are dark The
priests are also dressed in black and -
the music is sad and depressing. nis ;
continues till midnight, when the
churchefe-are brilliantly lighted, the :r
music becomes joyous, and the
priests appear in gay rffbes. Then .
the people, rise from their knees
with hacDV faces, call gladly to each
other "Christ is risen," and go out"
to find the streets brilliantly lighted
and every, one wild with joy. .
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