The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-11-16
"wILp TYPES OF BEAUTY"

/ wild TX eES Ot BEAU !.
Oklahoma readers of the Eagle were
no doubt pleased to read that extract
from Boston paper yesterday morn
ing noting the arrival in Boston of Miss
Jennie Metcalf, outlaw, bandit, horse
thief and shootist, together with the
comment of the eastern paper, dictated
by eastern eyes and fancy that Miss
Metcalf is "a wild type of beauty"
In Oklahoma Miss Metcalf's features
and facial superiority are known far
and near for their painful plainness.
1t has long been common gossip that
she could crack ice by looking at il.
and by a similar power curdle red ink
in her presence. 1t is also common re-
| port that ''age cannot wither her or
custom stale her infinite variety be-
| cause Nature did the job before either
Age or Custom appeared on the scene
| with their tools.
Still the reporter for the Boston paper
is not to be accused of insincerity or
the inclination to create a mild fake.
The wild type of beauty which he
saw playing across the countenance of
Miss Metcalf was probably reality TO
him. Beauty is comparative, so that
while the streak of tobacco juice down
the chin of the wild Jenny may have
| captured the eyes of an easterner, it
would be and is abhorrently repulsive
to the westerner.
For it can be said with certainty that
this wild type of beauty apparent 10 the
eye of the fastener is a cast Of coun-
tenance that is hidden to the westerner.
On the contrary the less there is of
anything to be called wild in the face
or disposition of a woman, the more the
rugged Oklahoman loves or admires
her. Love instinctively seeks an OPP
posite and runs SmootheSt when it finds
it. The Oklahoman is rugged, and has
certain wild type Of beauty himself.
The women he loves, or wants to love,
is the gentle, clinging vine type who
screams at a mouse and holds her ears
and shuts her eyes at pistol-shot The
Oklahoman loves the woman of tears
and whims and gentleness. He may
be ever so wild himself, his neck may
be corded and his cheeks bronZed and
his hands rugose. but he is all the hap
pier if the woman he loves is pink and
white and mild-eyed and pouting.
She poutS to his infinite bliss for he
regards her whimsical chagrin as addi-
tional proof of her true womanhood.
Her tears become, not signal for war,
but a challenge for a fresh conquest,
which is pleasure TO undertake. The
more whimsical her troubles, the more
willing he is to pet her into reasonable
ness.
But if she should develop the "wild
type of beauty" so admired in Boston,
there would be trouble. If instead of
a pout she would, as Jennie Metcalf is
supposed TO have done, whip out a
six-Shooter and drive him into corner |
and spatter bullets at his legs the while |
deity diScharging sizzling streaks of |
sea-green profanity at his head, the |
W iid ntStCIHCI, lLc Is
called, would be a different man. |
Watching his chance he would go |
through the window, accompanied by |
the sash, and return with the sheriff or !
another woman of a milder type and |
Dust her. For to the Oklahoman's eyes
there is much more joy in his heart be-
ing touched with woman's tears, than
there is in his heart being touched by a
spherical wad of cold lead, backed by
a type of wild beauty There is a
power in the glistening tear of a wo-
man for the rough westerner, that the
hard cruel countenance of a six-shooter
can never acquire.
So with Boston, which is reputed to
be overpopulated with women, Okla
homa will willingly swap all its wild
types Of beauty for a few of the mild,
gentle, blue-eyed and yellow-haired
specimens of the Massachusetts brand.