St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-07-07
THE WOMAN ABOUT TOWN.
What She Sees and Thinks and
Saws About ST, Paul.

The state committee on literature
the worlds fair committee, of course
met at Mrs. Metcalf'S house, on Fourth
street, yesterday morning. Mrs. G. A.
Severance, who is chairman, was pres
quence, brief ana to the point. Mrs.
Severance'S plan for making the best
literary showing possible for Minnesota
women is admirable and eminently
practical, which, / grieve to say,
is more than can he said of
the plans of great many
of the committees right at the
Chicago headquarters. Mrs. Severance
proposes to have a copy of all the books
Minnesota women have written, with
sketches of the authors, WHICH. when
yOn come to think of it, is in itself a
tremendous task. Then she will know
what women are doing newspaper work
or as the layman says, are 'engagen
in journalism. how many are con-
tributors to various magazines or are
correspondents. In fact, the literary
secrets of the state are to dragged to
light in every possible way. The res
one other thing that Mrs. Severa nee
proposes, and that is to learn the name
and whereabouts of every woman ill the
state who has published verse
Isn't that task? Well, I should say
so. The Iabors of. Hercules aren't a
circumstance, for the name Of verse
scribblerS is legion. 1t is, however, a
fortunate dispensatien of Providence
that ali wofnen=wlfO write verses don't
publish them. AS for writing them,
doubt if there's one of US. who hasn't at
some stage of her career burst into
poetry, or what she fondiy imagined
to be poetry. The high-water marks
of most of our early love affairs
are indicated 10y sentimental verse or
two. for it's only when Cupid resigns
his high and lofty seat. and goes about
his business elsewhere, that the poetic
muse steps in. The real sorrow of the
heart is not to be measured off in
spondees and dactylS, so. my dear girl,
or my dear boy, don't bother your pretty
given somebody who puts it into
rhyme. Real heart ache isn't at all
poetical. Hans Anderson sagelv re-
marks in one of his sketches that the
man who weepS never kills himself,
and whoever writes verses suffers at
thought of his anguish, and not with a
realization of it.
am opposed to women IN business.
When L see woman hEntlEg Tor ner =
self | know to moral certainty that
she does ii because some man has failed
to do his duty. All women are not
fitted to become wives and mothers.
but that they are not is the fault of
their training, for wifehOod is what
Mother Nature made women for, and
you'll allow me to say, l think Mother
Nature knew what she was about when
she did it. My ideas are decidedly
antiquated, but having a fancy for the
antique. / don't propose to change
them. The business world is no place
for women, but sometimes when l re-
fleet on the ways of the sex, wish a
little of the atmosphere of the business
world could surround some st. Paul
women know for a while. A woman will
not steal your piano lamp. neither will
she abscond with your souvenir spoons.
but she will steal your time without one
pang. If she promises to meet you
down town, she doesn't at all mind being
half an hour late. Sometimes she for
gets to come at all. If she's your dress.
maker, she keeps you waiting till Sat
urdav for the gown she promised to lei
you have Monday for Tuesdays recep-
ton. If she trims your hat, she is
always day or so longer about it than
she promised. She doesn't keep hel
engagements. She promises you al
sorts of things. and charmingly forgets
all about it. It's because she isn't bust
nesslike. If she'd only learn punctual
ity and religious regard for the sacred
ness of promse-well, she'd be a
great deal nearer the angels than she
ever will be else.