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of today is much nicer than the "old
woman" of yesterday. The woman of
today goes to the bottom of things;
she looks forward and outward "far
as human eye pan see."
If she amounts to anything at all
she takes her business of a wife and
mother to be about the most stupen
dous job that can be given, to a hu
man being, and she devotes herself to
, The women of Dick's mother's age
are femininity in a pulpy. state of
transition, and they are neither the
meek old women of our great-grandmother's
times nor the fearless young
"female of the species" of today.
Goodness, how I talk to you, little
book! I sat down here to write of
what a good' time Dick and I had at
the dinner downtown last night and
here I am writing or the. "female of
But this "female" had a fine time
. last night. Dick threw off all his re
sponsibilities just like the boy he is,
and how good the dinner tasted.
For once I was glad to have a nice,
juicy beefsteak. Even the crusty
French bread was a sweet morsel
and, best of all, Dick remembered
that I am very fond of baked potatoes
and he ordered them instead of the
au gratin ones of which he is so fond.
I let him do it, for I was sure that
the baked potatoes were the most
wholesome and, besides, I am not al
ways going to be the one who is not
consulted even in little things.
At first I had felt that I did not care
for anything to eat, but by the time
I had buttered my second potato and
-Dick had given me the second help
ing of beefsteak the whole world had
The restaurant, that before I had
depided was twdry in its red and gold,
was warrrT and bright. The music,
which hurt my head when I came in,
was charming. My husband, who I
had begun to think was not as good
to .look at as I thought he was be
fore marriage, I found was the hand
somest man in the room.
Then I knew that all this Week,'
while I had been believing that I was
laboring under great soreness of
spirit, I was only hungry.
It was my stomach, not my soul,
that was making itself and me un
comfortable. I wonder if we are always able to
distinguish between disarrangements
of the liver and aching of the heart.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
By Berton Braley.
I serve the Lords of Laughter,
I serve the gods of mirth,
I make the world a dafter
And yet a gladder earth;
When woes grow thick and thicker
And life seems inky black,
By magic of a snicker
I drive the sorrows back.
I serve the Lords of Laughter
And, oh, I love to wake
The roar that shakes the rafter
And makes the midriff quake;
I care not for the flouting
Of bards who sneer' at me
If I can hear the shouting
Of great and gorgeous glee!
Oh, may the songs I sing you
Lift every heavy cloud,
And may I always bring you
Clean laughter, long and loud!
So when I pass hereafter
This truth the world may tell,
"He served the Lords of Laughter
And always served them well!"
GOOD REASON FOR SELLING
A well-known lawyer had a horse
that always stopped and refused to
cross the bridge leading out of the
city. No whipping, no urging would
induce him to cross without stopping,
so he advertised him:
"To be sold for no other reason
than that the owner wants to go out
of town" N. Y. World.
Holland women are demanding the
right to vote.