The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-11-05


man among you would ever think that
he might make beautiful patchwork
quilt Of his wife's dress and realize
$3.50. 80 by voting it to the most popu-
lar colored child In the state?
During the summer discussions have
been going On upon two great questions
VIZ. q Which is the more beautiful,
man or woman: and (2) Is woman hon.
urAble?
One would think that there could be
no discussion ON these points, and yet
there has been a good deal, and it has
been interesting without being abusive.
Every one remembers old Mrs. Scraggs,
who stood sor an hour looking at the
Apollo Belvidere. and then, after asking
for the ninth time if it were really
Apollo, said, with sigh that raised the
dust of antiquity in clouds, well, if
that's the Apollo BelSidere. give me
ScIaggsP'
Beauty, especially in the opposite eek,
is local issue. Love is said to be blind,
but the beauty he sees in some people
does my heart good. There's nothing
that so clearly proves the existence Of an
all wise, thoughtful God more than this.
Where would I be today if love had not
surrounded me with glamour for which
would not take good sized farm,
with so head of stock on it?
Sandow, to the importer of Percheron
draft horses and Rosa Bonheur Norman
dray stations, is beautiful To me he is
as beautiful as locomotive that can
make 90 miles an hour, but what well
informed man would prefer him as
fellow tourist toward a better land TO
the scores Of thousands of the angelic
host which graduates every June in our
own country alone?
When it comes to one sex criticising
the other, it is like one blind asylum
citicising the beauty of rival asylum.
My own Judgment, which on general
topics is sought for every day by those
who are strangers to me, would be en-
tirely at fault in a matter of this kind,
and yet venture to give it with char
acteristic buoyancy and courage.
Man should lay no claim TO beauty,
for when he enters the contest and is
conscious of it he becomes merely the
silent partner of his clothes. He should
be the trunk of the tree, not the foliage.
He should be the energy that moves the
panorama, but he should not be the
panorama.
So far as honor is concerned in bust
ness, woman often saves man from dis
honor. In her own dealings she may be
more timid about the fulfillment of her
contracts than man, but that is the fault
of her education and environment to
certain degree. She may ask for margins
and advantages in commercial transac-
lions which man would hesitate to ask
for, but that is because she has learned
that she can do so. Women educated to
business methods do not take advantage
of this.
So far as honor between the two may
be concerned in affairs of the heart,
statistics do not aid us, but our own sex
will do Just as well to avoid all investi-
cation.
After all. however, anything that
savors of savage and heartless discussion
with the two arrayed against each 9th
er is wrong and dangerous. Man is the
oak and woman the vine, and if the oak
should prove to be decayed, and the vine
turn out to be poison ivy, humanity
suffers and the divorce machine has to
work q night shift.
Let Us be friends.
Let us have peace.
Girls, Twill punish the first man who
says you cannot "holler down our rain
barrel" Do all your hollering there if
you wish, and when you need new
barrel drop postal card in the office for
us. 1t will be attended to.
A kind friend sends this week poem
Of the narrative kind. 1t reminds one Of
"Childe Harold" but still does not re-
semble it enough to rob it of its origi-