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THE TOPEKA DAILY STATE JOURNAL
MIIIN3 ND 1 fmiK, DEIGHT - 1 ACES ip flu sipcdl dDHnim (Sir0 r i n l A. IOOK pleasant, says the photog rapher. You attempt it; you j put on th6 smile of a wooden image. You have fine teeth, and perhaps you show them ever so slightly, it is dangerous to be pho tographed showing one's teeth, even in a smile for anybody except President Roosevelt, that is. or ladies of the stage who know how to do the act. Try it, gentle private citizen girl, and If you ever had any conceit of your beauty you will be disenchanted. In nine cases out of ten the face looks all teeth, these seeming larf.e and long enough for a horse to masticate oats with. Meanwhile the smile you have conjured to order for the photograph er, which you fondly imagine was caught and fixed in a bright, magnetic expression Just as you sent it vibrat ing across your countenance, has been transmuted instead into a fixed, awful grin encircling a chasmlike abyss. I don't know why this is thus when the private citizen tries to smile in a photograph, but such is the fact. Then there are the beauty doctors, who tell you how to smile, at least, how not to. Some of them say you must not smile with your mouth, be cause after you get the habit it pro duces wrinkles around the lips and chin. Smile with your eyes, says this school of beauty tinkers. Others say. Don't smile with your eyes not on your life for that makes wrinkles. What is left? Either don't smile at all, or smile with your insides. You pays your money and you takes your choice. ? e But there are women who can open their lips in a smile that exhibits the teeth and look neither horse toothed nor yet like a wooden tobacco sign. Here are some of them, whose smiles the picture snapper has caught. They all happen to be women of the stage. Two of them are French, Anna Held and Mine. Emma Calve, the others Americans. Note the difference between the American and the Frenchwoman's smile. The American smile, while plainly made up to be snapshotted, is more the innocent expression of a roguish girl, bent on some harmless, teasing mischief. The Frenchwoman's smile, on the other hand, suggests an undeflnable, unfathomable depth of deviltry. At the same time odd it is, but fact the Frenchwoman is really not a whit wickeder than her Ameri can sister, and neither one of them is guilty of badness to any great extent. Note the smiles in the picture. Some of these ladies smile with mouth and eyes, too, defying both schools of the beauty doctors. A wonderfully bright, sweet, childlike smile is that of Vir ginia Earle. The noted stage beauty here looks like a little girl who is playing a prank on somebody and stands off to see the effect of her joke. O (Concerning THINK one of the most pitiful sights is that of a wife who Is i no longer a companion to her husband. One sees that sort of thing every day and wonders at the cause. Of course often the husband is to blame. He likes to go out with men friends who are not always ultra re fined in their tastes and amusements, and his wife Is left to mope at home. But, you will excuse my saying so, I think the fault is the woman's in nine cases out of ten. While some men are drunkards and others have bad quali ties which no marriage on earth could counteract, the average man means well enough and thinks everything his wife does Is perfect and fascinating at first. That he does not continue to do so is because any one tires of the same old thing over and over again. Most women care very little for originality. They are creatures of routine, endur ing the same plan of life over and over again without perhaps desiring a change for years. Men are different. The American man works harder than any other man in the world. He comes home too tired to plan anything in the nature of amusement, but if aft er a dull dinner he finds a duller even ing before him he feels something is missing which he ought to have, and he goes out with the half formed idea of trying to find it. The wise woman realizes that it is up to her to provide the social ele ment. By "social" I don't mean those ghastly affairs at which every one is overdressed and bored to death, but Jolly little evenings where dress suits ar'V not necessary and there are plenty of congenial people, laughter and a general lack of formality. It is up to the woman to encourage the right sort of peo ple to drop In of an evening and ! to cultivate mar ried couples " who are jolly, clever and willing to give a good time to their friends. The woman who takes her hus band around and gives him a good time stands little Comet home too tired chance of losing to plan anything. him. It is the wife who keeps him "shut up" that discovers sudden ly he does not belong to her any longer. I feel particularly sorry for the wife who has no time to cultivate her intellect. It is no unusual sight to behold a man advance with rapid strides in the world, become a per sonage and be invited to the homes of prominent people. On these occasions he meets their wives, and the con trast, between them and his own be- I ' JJJ- K v I I (7f f vL,, '-N. - : tit?-' 2r V tkv M -J- IB 4 i ;V 'v. A li V- ' -i -iv mwii& Augusta True The artfully arranged hair and the frilled, flounced and befurbelowed bon net add to the childish effect. In fine contrast, observe the smile of Anna Held. Does it not say in everything but words to every individ ual wno beholds it: "There's a secret understanding between you and me. We know, oh, yes, we know, but I'll never tell, never, 'while grass grows or wind blows or water flows.' " And yet, in private life, Mme. Anna Held is a sedate, irreproachable wife, whose husband, M. Zlegfeld, is her manager and always travels with her. The same sort of suggestive smile a trifle less subtle, a bit coarser is manifest on the face of Emma Calve, here shown in the character of that reckless young savage of a gypsy wo man, Carmen, who says: "Free Carmen has been, free she al ways will be." Yet in private life neither is Calve anything of a Carmen. Apart from her magnificent voice she is merely a woman even as other women, except that she has a stronger character and may she pardon allusion to it a hotter temper than the average of her sex. e at Pleasant is the smile, good are the teeth, of Augusta True, sitting In a straw pile chewing her hat strings. It is a pretry picture, that of Augusta True, with her smile. No exception can be taken to the smile. To the pic ture itself there might be, on ' the ground that no country maiden ,ever sits in a straw pile, and if she did sit ii- a straw pile she would not do it with her best white dress on. She would value her good clothes too high ly for that. Then, again, no country girl would ever chew on her white hat LATEST PICTURE OF MME. MELBA. The maiden name of Melba, the greatest living bravura soprano, was Helen Mitchell. She is a native of Melbourne, Australia. From Melbourne she gets her stage name. She signs herself "Nellie Melba." When she was eighteen the future singer married Captain Charles N. Armstrong, also an Australian. But the wonderful voice she developed was never meant to be choked off in domestic life. The girl wife put herself under musical training in Europe and quickly became one of the world's leading singers. She is said to be very wealthy. To achieve her career she had to give. up home and remain away from her son, her only child. For thirteen years she did not see him. Then she implored his father to let him come to her. The father consented, and Melba took the youth to England and gave him a thorough education. comes only too apparent even to him. They are- well read, clever and self possessed. The woman he married as a youth Is still exactly where she was then, raw and unformed in mind as well as in person. Her principal gift, youth, has departed, and she has not been wise enough to supply herself with other attractions In its place. t - Nor are these cases confined i to families who rise from obscurity to strings. She would rightly consider that to be a silly performance. Laura Butler, another American stage beauty, has somewhat of the Frenchwoman's smile, without any of its suggestiveness. That the Ameri can girl can very well do without in her smile, on the stage or off. Laura Butler is a very handsome girl, and she smiles to perfection with her pretty mouth. But if you cover the mouth with your hand and leave the upper part of the face visible you will find no suggestion of a smile in Laura Butler's eyes. Make the same experi ment with the photo of Calve's "Car men" face and you will find in the eyes alone a smile absolutely devilish. Another stage star whose smile is notable is Paula Edwardes. It is the expression of good nature and satis faction with the world, if not with herself. Paula Edwardes' professional experience has been fortunate. When quite young she saw in a New York paper an advertisement that a girl was wanted by Edward Harrigan for his company. She answered the ad vertisement in person and got at once a srnall part in "Squatter Sovereignty." She is now starring in comic opera. It is said, no doubt truly, that some of the most fetching stage smiles have been painstakingly practiced before a jnirror. Well, it is better even to smile into a looking glass than never to smile at all. There is one smile, however,' -.that is not; made up and never can be imitated. That is the radiant smile of Ellen Terry. On the stage or off it ' shines upon the be holder with a burst of sweetness and brightness. - Ellen Terry never got that smile practicing before a looking the Cc&muruderie o f ' JMa,rried ILife O O millions. In hundreds of plain Ameri can homes today the tragedy of the wife who falls behind her husband and children Is a very grim one. If you doubt me read the corre spondence column of any woman's magazine. Half the contributors are either very young girls without the proper maternal guidance or middle aged women who feel hopelessly "out of it." "I find myself unable to follow my children in their studies. How shall I glass. A fairy godmother gave it to her at birth. And Ellen Terry's acting is as natural as her smille. She is the same off the stage as on, always grace ful, bright, sunny tempered and merry On her arrival in America to begin her present, tour to the newspaper people who met her at the pier she said, with this same rare, sweet smile: "I hope to come here many, many times. I shall come as many times as the American people want me to do so." Those who had the privilege of see ing lovely, lamented Adelaide Neilson will remember that she had the same kind of magnetic smile .that Ellen Terry has, natural too, with the sweet mouth slightly curling up at the cor ners. Lovable and gentle as those are one sometimes sees iin dreams was Neilson in private life. So, too, Ellen Terry. No wonder such women need no smile training! ; t , S. There are philosophers who say. Smile, oh, smile, .always, and if you can't smile, grin. But I have never known any of these phijosophers who took his own advice. They are apt to go about grumpy as anybody when the weather gets perfectto-awful or they throwi-a fit of gout. .-.One, a "nevrf thotter,"- who writes- things, and signs' them "The Smiling Philosopher," or words to f that effect,' is said to in dulge in long-drawn, out. fiery. Vsmiies" of quite another, kind han those he recommends 'to! his .readers: -Bo it goes. Actresses whose ' faces are part of ther stock in trade are forced to train themselves to wear a bright, attractive smile. On the whole, Jsn't it a pity there is not a "law compelling all wo men to dftihetame? How much bet ter looking the whole feminine. sex - r 1 ' . find some- course open to women of my age?" writes one mother who evi dently realizes her lack of mental at tainments. ' "I am very awkward and self con scious," writes another unfortunate, "and as my husband wishes me to go out a great deal with him, this' makes me very uncomfortable. What shall I do to overcome this?" And so forth and so on. The woman of forty-five who has not opened a book for years will find it mighty hard to begin a course of heavy reading all at once. As for the timid woman who is self conscious, that is no doubt because she is not on intimate terms with her own self. She has not taken herself in hand from the first week of her married life, making herself her most severe critic and counting every week lost that did not improve her physically and men tally. The woman who is eager and ambi tious need never fear being awkward or A fortune teller for an amu&ement. self conscious. She Will always be ap preciated and in demand. If I were a mother (by the way. how do you know that I am not?), I would give my daughter on her marriage day this motto to hang over her dressing table (I say dressing table for, I fancy, she would run more chance of seeing It often there) : "Remember, she who Etands still goes backward!" If she lived up to that. I shouldn't have any worries about her happiness or anything else about her. It is a grand thing to keep well bal anced in this world, is it not? So now for something else a trifle more frivo lous. Are you in doubt about what to do after dinner? Have a fortune teller up to read the palms of your guests. Stupid? Not a bit of it! The secret of the charm is that we all love so to hear things about ourselves that we consider conversation on that subject the most interesting in the world. We don't even mind if our faults are told to us or death by hanging predicted. It only makes us more interesting in our own eyes. That Is the reason fortune tellers rarely die poor. People will pay almost anything for half an hour's flattery. ! I think it is positively a duty for a r ? - r - ....... would be! How much younger the down in the mouth ones who enjoy brooding over their sorrows would look! There are varieties of smiles. There, for instance, is the company smile, k humbug seen through at a glance. "So glad you came! What a pretty little boy! i Do bring him again," says the company smile girl. Then she shuts the door, drops her company smile like a mask and says to her own small brother: "Get out of my way, you little nuisance! I don't see what young ones are made for anyway." But worst of all is the primpy smile, the affectedly refined smirk of the prunes, propriety,' prisms woman. She puckers her mouth to make it look small and ladylike, then stretches her upper lip ever - so faintly toward her cheeks. The primpy smile is even more affected than the other girl's company giggle. Better the broad grin. Finally, my beloved "sisteren," we use precisely the same muscles in smiling that we do in weeping, but there's all the difference in the world. WORRIED WOMEN TRAVELERS. A woman writes: The observant wo man will continue to be observant even when on traveling thoughts Intent, and during my holiday journeyings this season I have been more than ever struck by the harassed, almost agonized look of my feminine fellow travelers. One cannot help feeling that a holiday taken- under these conditions must add at least ten years to a, woman's age, for such deep and anxious furrows are not readily erased. This anxiety must, in many cases at least, account for the wearied look which clings around holi day makers on their return, and which is usually put down to late hours and woman to "keep up" on card games and current forms of amusement. . 5 If there is anything exasperating, it is to give a dinner and afterward pro pose bridge (which everybody plays to the exclusion of everything else) only to find that one of your women guests doesn't play. Well, why doesn't she? is the angry question you ask yourself. The evening is broken up. No one seems to play what she plays, and she plays what no one else does. So you make up your mind you just won't ask her again. It , is not necessary to excel in any one thing, but it is a great scheme to be able to hold your own. at several forms of amusement or at least to V I - ' J, ' f ' I T COUNTESS OF YARMOUTH, SISTER OF HARRY THAW. . The Thaw women are faithful to Harry in his present tragic situation on trial for his life for shooting Stanford White. The pretty -Countess of Yar mouth came over from England to sit beside their mother , in the courtroom during the ordeal of the trial. She was Alice Thaw, who was married in Pitts burg to the young Earl of Yarmouth, who-gained celebrity through the story that he held up the wedding ceremony and kept his bride. Miss Thaw, waiting till her mother and brothers had agreed to settle on him personally a generous income for life and signed a contract to that effect. The British nobleman de manded the cash and no nonsense. .....'.. Laoirsk Butler overexertion. The really happy trav eler is not easy to find, but when found it will be noticed that her luggage never goes astray,, that she Invariably secures a comfortable seat without un due energy being exerted and that she reaches the end of her journey cool and unKiffled, with hat gracefully poised and veil all tbat it should be. There has been no wasted energy about her; she has labeled her luggage carefully and has then left it to porters and fate, with a happy consciousness that It will probably arrive at Its destination in due time and order. . i CONFESSIONS. The craze for the confession album apparently dies : harder than most things of Its kind, and its latest devel opment is dedicated to the finger prints of one's friends. How many people will become restive under' the demand for finger impressions, which, after all, are more readily granted than those written confessions as to what we liked and did not like in vogue some years ago. Doubtless many persons who con fided their feelings to the morocco bound volume which, found a niche in every household, have changed their opinions many a time since then, and sometimes people scan their former sen sations hoarded up against . them by an accumulative friend with derision and disbelief. , There is a good deal of amusement to ' be found In the con fession album, but it holds something of pathos, too, between its covers, when one recollects how many of those who laughingly inscribed t their opinions have gone over to the majority. BELGIAN WOMEN. A traveler with good eyes may see in a single summer day in Belgium enough to make him wonder what are really the boundaries of "woman's sphere." At 5 o'clock to the morning he may know the rules. It helps you vastly to ward being popular. The trouble with most married wom en is that they talk too much about their children. Next to making the mis take of being a slave to the nursery comes the still worse mistake of giving evidence of it. People don't go into society of an evening to hear about Geraldine's first tooth or how much little Tommy weigh ed when he was six months old. Anyway, there is no worse congress of lies (!) than one of these informal mothers' meetings. The children are made to do everything but walk at from two to four months, according to their fond parent's recital of it. see a .red cheeked old woman, a rude harness over her shoulders, pulling, with a big dog for helper, a heavy cart of vegetables three miles from garden to market. The cart holds several bush els of potatoes, carrots and cabbages, topped by a great bundle of dew sprin kled roses, and before the woman and the dog trudge home with it again ev erything will have been sold. The' traveler may come upon tw muscular women transferring a load of coal from pavement to cellar, shoulder ing th baskets as easily as men would do. If he lingers to watch them finish their' task, he will see a girl of sixteen swing a wooden yoke over her shoul ders and carry pail after pail of water from the town pump, two squares away, for the cleaning of the pavement. Three women toss bundles of oats up on a high cart, and themselves drag it up from the field to the yard where ths grain, is to be thrashed and where later they will build the straw into symmet rical stacks. MRS JOHN G. CARLISLE. Mrs. Carlisle had much to do with th launching of Miss Mary Leiter (Lady Curzon of Kedleston) into Wash ington socle'ty. while Mrs. Carlisle was the first to welcome to the presidential home "the bride of the White House," as Miss Frances Folsom was called when she married Orover Cleveland. Mrs. Carlisle had always a quaint and characteristic way of expressing her own ' opinions regarding people and things. One of the ladies sf the cabi net tells a story of her shopping in Washington one day. She was exami ning some silk petticoats when a lo quacious shop walker came up and be gan a speech, explaining their excel lent qualities. Mrs. Carlisle stopped fingering the silk and gazed at him stonily for ' a second, then she said: "Look here, young man, I know more about this than . you do. You never wore a petticoat in your life!" KISS THEM GOOD NIGHT. The tales are told, the songs are sung. The evening romp is over. And up the nursery stairs they climb. With little buzzing tongues that cnim Like bees among the clover. : Their busy brains and happy hearts Are full of crowding fancies; From song and tale and make believe A wondrous web of dreams they weave And airy child romances. The starry night is fair without. The new moon rises slowly, ' The nursery lamp is burning faint. Each white robed like a little saint Their prayers they murmur lowly. Good night! The tired heads are still. On pillows soft reposing. The dim and dizzy mists of sleep About their thoughts begin to creep; Their drowsy eyes are closing. Good night! While through the silent an The moonbeams pale are streaming They drift from daylight's noisy shore. Blow out the light and shut the door And leave them to their dreaming. The subject of children brings me naturally to that of Teddy bears. Have you ever seen anything like the vogue of these little beasties, particularly the polar Teddies? , Even the dolls must have their Ted dies nowadays, and you see small girls wheeling fat dollies that clasp lovingly a tiny bear. The latest, however, are Teddy bear fur sets for children made of the same cream plush ma terial which con stitutes the bear's skin. ' The gulmpe dress is here to stay, and there is a reason for it. It is ideal for traveling pur poses and ordi nary wear, com bining as it does the . coolness of the shirt waist with a much more dressy ap pearance. Then, too, . it does not require the continual Talk too much about their children. laundering that a blouse does, for every- one knows a muslin waist can sometimes only be worn once in warm weather. These dresses are not hard to make, and I advise every one to have a couple of them this summer. Now is the time. Get out your sewing materials and a good pattern. And be sure you cut your skirt wide enough. It can't be too full. 'Sac New York. . THE RIGHT ANSWER. There is a sharp point of pathos In this story, which was related at a tem perance meeting. . A man who had ruined his health by heavy drinking sat looking sadly at his wife, to whom he had m'- many promises of reform.' "Jenny," he 1 said, "you are a clever woman a courageous, good woman. You should have married a better man than I am." She looked at him. prematurely hag gard and old. "I did, James," she an swered quietly. IMPRESSIVE. '"Well, Bertha, I hear you met Mr. Cooke yesterday. Did you like him?" "Do you know, dear, he made an im pression upon TOe that nothing will ob literate." "Really! How what did he say?" "It wasn't what he said. It was what he did. He spilt a cup of tea over my new white silk drees!".