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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 23, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 14

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include any of the mental deficiencies
of the primitive man.
"Are athletics and out-door sports
responsible? Yes. I think they are.
I can trace in the new caveman the
thick shoulders of the swimmer, the
knotted legs of the runner and the
muscular torso-ofthe fighter. All
these things combined in the modern
man make for that perfect physical
beauty that was so pronounced in the
man of tile stone age, who took what
he wanted with his hands."
Miss Rogers has reached this con
clusion after having made a study of
anatomy at the beaches here, where
she has made hundreds of sketches
of bathers who disported in the surf,
and from which she will make a
drawing of what she considers a
"perfect man."
The outdoor life lived today by the
athletes who are bringing back the
caveman type, declared Miss Rogers,
leads to clean morals and clear
brains. This combined with perfect
health and all the remarkable
strength of the men who fought for
their lives with the beasts, will make
a new race of men
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
When I got home from Dad's I
found Mary, heavy-eyed and miser
able. I was selfish enough to be orry
she was there, for I was tired and
worried over poor Dad and the condi
tions at his home. I hardly felt I
could hear another tale of woe.
I tried, however, not to show my
feelings and I guess succeeded, for
Mary said after Aunt Mary had gone
to lie down for her afternoon nap
and we were washing up the lunch
eon dishes (just at present I have no
maid as Annie has gone back to her
"man") : 1'Margie, I don't know what
I would do if I did not have you to
confide in. I used to think I had my
troubles when I was with the com
pany, but some way my worries did
not affect my heart did not make it
feel as heavy and hurt as it does
"What's the matter, Mary," I ask
ed, "anything new?"
"I guess it's a new angle to the
same old thing," she answered wear
ily. "I have come to the conclusion
that I can't live with Jack any longer.
I can't live and be so unhappy all
the time. I am nothing to Jack any
more but his cook and Margie I'm not
a very good cook. He never thinks
of kissing me when he comes into
the house. I can't understand it,
Margie. Why just two years ago he
was perfectly unhappy when "I was
out of his sight He used to write me
long letters even when he expected
to see me in a few hours. He never
came near me without touching me,
putting his hand on my shoulder or
lightly smoothing my hair. He was
so solicitous about my health and
careful that I should have what I
wanted to eat in fact he loved and
today he doesn't.
"He has not been home for two
nights. Yesterday I telephoned to the
bookshop and he was there. When I
asked him where he had been the
night before he hung up the 'phone
with the remark, 'If you are going to
chew the rag1, good-night.'
"This morning I found a letter
from a girl to him in the trousers
that he wanted me to press for him.
It was a blistering hot love letter and
in it were these words: 'Poor, poor
boy! To have your life blasted by the
mistake of marrying someone who
does not understand you who does
not appreciate you when we two
mated souls and bodies could be so
happy. Darling, I do not think the
good God can be so cruel as to make
us keep our love a secret all through
the years to come. Dearest, I am glad

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