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Lincoln, Nebraska, December 8, 189i.
The women's club idea is just now uppermost in this city. Some
persons have been bold enough, or foolish enough, to attack this
segregation of the women; but they might have spared their pains.
Indeed, the satirical criticism appears to have had the effect of
accelerating the gait of the women toward the goal of what has
been called "emancipation." A very slight philosophical considera
tion would have convinced these critics that they could in no way
so effectively contribute to the development of the women's move
ment as by attacking it. The new woman has made her appear
ance, in Lincoln as elsewhere, and she has taken off her hat and
things, and evidently, she means to Btay.
Meanwhile, what of the new man? He is, indeed, foreshadowed
as one contemporary points out; indicated in resolutions passed at,
conferences of advanced women, and his silhouette fits through the
pages of an occasional magazine emanating from the new school;
but he is not yet here in the flesh. He remains an ideal, an ab
straction. A picturo is painted of the coming new man that shows him in a
wholly "new" light. Morality, it is clear, ought to bo something
more than a verbal profession it ought to spring from innrr senti
ment, and to be closely allied to modesty, following the reasoning
of a contemporary that has discussed this suoject. Given modesty
of thought and modesty of demeanor among members of the male
sex there would follow, as a matter of course, the new morality,
which, in turn, would yield us a race of bashful, blushing men, coy
in love, lacking in initiative, who would let concealment, like a worm
in the bud, feed on their damasic cheek, rather than declare their
sentiments.
Nor would the change end here, following the same thought.
Who can hardly doubt but that the new man, actuated by his new
feelings, would be at some pains to disguise the contour of his
figure? If he adhered to the "dual garment" sometimes known as
trousers, he would probably puff it and frill it into fantastic dhapes
and scrupulously avoid the slightest exposure of ankle. So with
the bust. The athelete would blushingly tiing aside his convention
tional garb as too indelicate. Side by side with these developments
there could hardly fail to be a complete change effected in the inner
man. Proposals for marriage would have to come in differently
from either side. Indeed many new men would probably never get
over a sort of maidenly repulsion to the opposite sex, and there
would besides be little attraction to them in tho prospect of mating
with a creature as emotional and retiring as themselves, Virtue
itself would become a drug in the market. It would cease to be
prized, because temptation would cease to assail it.
But this ib the view of scoffers like our friend Bixby, the poet of
the Stale Journal, and under fire Bixby haB been made to recant
many of his views, which judged by the new light are heresies. The
women, as we understand it, concede to men tho major part of the
characteristics that have descended to them from the time of Adam,
who by the way, might have saved a lot of trouble by settling this
question or equal rights at the start. The halo of light which sur
rounds the new women may illumine some of the dark places of
man's environment, and cause him to skedaddle with a little more
alacrity in the direction of progress and enlightenment. But the
new women, hot on his trail, will still insist that a man be a man
for all that. The new woman is, so far as our observation has ex
tended, just as fond of being made love to, just as appreciative of
consideration, as the old woman or perhaps it would look better to
say, the ante-emancipated women; only the new man who is to bo
her concomitant will have to be a little finer in his work.
Du Maurier anything about Du Maurier is of interest these
days, Bays "Trilby" cost him a year's hard work. "It looks natural,
doesn't it?" ho remarked to a friend the other day, "but it wasn't
I can tell you, and with the success of that story I feel a deeper
sense of responsibility about my next of course I have another
story in mind." By the way, it is no end of fun for a Trilbyite to
run against somebody who reads things and keeps generally posted,
but who, for some reason or other hasn't read "Trilby." There has
been so much discussion about this book so much has been written
of Du Maurier and the altogether oi lginal heroine he has given us,
that those who have missed the story are at the point wLere the
innocent question, "Have you read 'Trilby' ?" is liable to be followed
by serious results. A few years back the people who hadn't read
"Robert Elsmere" considered the advisability of forming a society
and tagging themselves in self-protection; and the "Robert Elsmere"
ripple was nothing to the "Trilby" billow that has been sweeping to
and fro for lo! these many months.
William Reed Dunroy, a young man who is taking advanced
literary work at the University of Nebraska, has recently published
an attractive little volume of poems entitled, "Blades From Nebras
ka Grasses," some extracts from which appear elsewhere in this
issue of The Courier. Mr. Dunroy has had some newspaper ex
perience, and has met with sufficient encouragement in his tributes
to the Muses to induce him to devote himself to literature. The
poems brought together in the published volume are modest efforts
with a homely interest that attracts the casual reader. There is no
attempt at impressive versification, simply the telling of a story in
poetic form; but he has a delicate touch, and an artist's spirit, and
whether in tho verses that are redolent of the Nebraska fields, that
tell of the rugged home life of the prairies, or in the ballads or bits
of color and sentiment that are interspersed through the pages, tho
young author invarably pleases by his grace of expression. "Blades
From Nebraska Grasses" is a very good beginning, and it is gratify
ing to record the fact that the book has been favorabla received
Mr. Dunroy, it we mistake not. will be heard from in more ways
than one during his residence in this city. The Courier will, from
time to time, be favored with contributions from his pen.
MOVED.
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Don't," she implored, "be so cold with me."
Tears gathered, clung for an ii.atant to her trembling lashes, and
then coursed down her cheek.
"People will think we are just married," she faltered.
He started at her words, paled, hesitated a moment, gathered her
in a warm embrace and kissed her violently.
OPPORTUNE.
The train robber shot the roof off the baggage car as he spoke.
"I am going to hold you up," he remarked.
The express messenger bowed.
"How fortunate," he exclaimed. "I was ready to sink into the
earth when I saw you coming."
Saying which he withdrew into tho woods while the outlaw dis
charged seven sticks of dynamite in rapid succession.
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