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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 24, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 14

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Kathleen Norris, famous author of
"Mother," who also possesses an art
and a baby has declared she would
take the baby every time if she had
to choose and that sometimes moth
erhood and a career are inreco.ncil
able. Personally Tdont quite agree with
these interesting women, though I
incline much more to Mrs. Creel's
opinion than to Mrs. t Norris'.
Frankly I don't think a woman has
any choice in the art or baby prob
lem. According to the type she is,
the art chooses her or the baby
chooses her. And she really has very
little to say about it. Up to 50 years
ago life really said to us baby or art?
And naturally nearly every woman
said "Baby." Men, on the contrary
could say and did say art and baby,
and-they got both. That's jthe reason
.there have been so many more great
men in the realm of creative intellect
than there have been great women.
"If men had ever been offered a
choice between their love life and
their art life there would not have
been any great men at all! Just
imagine for a minute that the great
musician Johann, Bach had been
named Johanna or that a certain
Wilhelmina Shakespeare had written'
"Hamlet" and "Romeo and Juliet."
Of course, Wilhelmina would have
been compelled to marry becauso
nearly all highly gifted human be
ings feel the love thirst even mpre
than the average man or woman.
Then imagine Wilhelmina in the
midst of a masterpiece wandering
in that tantalizing maze of thought
that leads so tediously to a new idea.
Enter Mr. Wilhelmina, who speaks as
follows: "Say, I wish you'd tell me
what you did with my best sus
penders. I can't-find 'em anywhere."
Wilhelmina abandons the master
piece to look for the suspenders
which are finally discovered on the
pair of trousers Mr. Wilhelmina is
wearing.
Back to work inspiration gone of
course. Interval of 15 minutes try
ing to coax it back. Then violent
howls from the direction of Wilhel
mina, Jn's cradle. Art must be
left once more to soothe Wilhelmina',
Jr.'s colic or to keep her from swal
lowing the button hook.
Until modern conditions made life
easier for women, and until cease
less battering at the shut gates of
prejudice broke down the venerable
tradition that she existed merely to
minister to man's physical needs wo
man had no choice of any kind in the
matter of her career. The life force,
the mother instinct, pushed her into
marriage and the baby did the rest!
o-
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
IS NOT TELLING ALL THE TRUTH LYING?
Chapter LXXXVI.
"Gee, but you look good to me,
Margie!" said Dick as we sat opposite
each other at a corner table of a
downtown restaurant.
"Any better than usual, Dick?"
"Well, you see, I really haven't had
many looks at you this week, and
when I have you have looked so pale
that I began to feel worried 'about
you. When you lose your color,
Madge, you look like an entirely dif
ferent woman."
I presume I was paler than usual
While taking care of Mother Waver-
ly, but I also remembered that I had
not had time or inclination to put on
a little rouge.
Red-haired women are always pale
and most of them look better with
no color in their faces, as their hair
gives enough 'tone to their complex
ions, but I early found that a tiny bit
of rouge cream on my cheeks and
lips helped my looks immeasurably.
I have never told Dick that I use
.this, and I know that he thinks my
"peach bloom" is given. me by nature
instead of being purchased at the
beauty shop. I hav sometimes won-

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