jear until the last century thousands
of feminine geniuses "have been fed
to the Minotaur of Marriage. They
think that, confronted by the choice
of a child or a career, the mother in
stinct has always prompted the wo
man artist to choose the child, and So
the creative genius of femininity has
been sacrificed to the-continuance of
Then there are the violent anti
femininists who would confine wo
men entirely to the duties of mother
hood' and who assert that rearing of
children is about the only art in
which man has not practically a mo
nopoly of talent!
There. are still others who think it
is perfectly possible for a woman to
be a great artist and a mother at the
Blanche Bates Creel is one of
these. You know her . better as
Blanche Bates, though she was .mar
ried two years ago to George Creel,
writer and former police commis
sioner of Denver, and is now the
mother of Frances Virginia Creel,
two months old. Perhaps you didn't
know that "The Darling of the Gods"
has a darling all her own, that she
who played "Nobody's Widow" is now
starring as Somebody's Mother. But
that isn't all she's starring in. Last
week the mother of Prances Virginia
Creel made her first appearance in
vaudeville in a one-act Barrie play
which will take her all over the
Which should a woman choose a
baby or an art?" I asked Blanche
Bates Creel after I had admired the
baby's photograph Frances Virginia
is really a remarkably engaging in
fant. "She should choose both!"
Blanch Bates smilingly answered,
after she had addressed a fond
speech, laden with cutest "cunning
est" and other mother-adjectives to
the baby picture. "Honestly, this
talk of woman's having to choose be
tween motherhood and a career is
bunk---bunk bunk!" She said it
three times, and so dramatically that
ih sounded like5 a school recitation of
Break! Break! Break!
"But then such a lot of bunk has
been talked and written about moth
erhood. All my life I read about the
wonderful feeling I would experience
the moment my child was placed in
my arms. Well, do you know, even
now that she is two months old, I
don't quite realize that that cunning,
pink, little animal is mine really be
longs to me. And I am bringing her
up just as if she were a little animal.
She eats and she sleeps, then eats
and sleeps some more."
"When you were first married," I
remarked, "I remember writing an in
terview with Mr. Creel in which he
said, 'Why should I desire to relegate
my wife to greasy domesticity?' "
"Well, why should he?" Mrs. Creel
repeated. "I know my art will .help
me to be a better mother and I real
ize already that my motherhood has
given me a Comprehension, a vision,
that could have come to me in no
"Then your idea of the baby or art
problem is pretty much that of the
little girl who, when asked to say,
'Which hand?' for an apple or an
orange, answers, 'Both!' "
"Just exactly," Blanche Bates
Creel t replied. "In answer 'Both.'
And I'have both and I know one will
be a great help to the other!"
CAME TO SERVE
An orderly officer going his rounds
at dinner-time at a Territorial campj
asking the usual question, "Any com
plaints, men?" received a complaint
from one mess, who were having
"Well, what is the matter with it?"
inquired the officer.
"Why, there's no end of sand and
grit in it," replied the. mess orderly.
"Now, look" here," said the officer,
"did you come to camp to grumble or
serve your country?"
"Well, I did come to serve my coun
try, sir, but not to eat it"
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