The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-11

PldCen IA the strongest light possible.
nat will make her groan as the years
go by, but 1t viii also make her careful,
and what the mirror tells her she will
be more apt to keep from other people.
1hen that side view is where most
women deceive themselves. If they take
II they take only careful view of one
sac Now, every woman has one bad
sloe TO her face or one side that is less
attractive than the Other. Usually il is
me right side. On that side the hair does
not fall as pretti3- and the effect alto
sether is not as good. That side needs
petting and ooaxing and continual care
me woman who cares for her appearance
ought to be careful of all these things"
Lost-Another Link
Where, where is the time-honored apron,
The apron our grandmothers knew?
Ii was ample and checked, 1t was ribbon
bedeclbed,
Nay, twas every known fabric or hue.
ana the linen ones whittier than snow
drifts,
So glossy with patience and starch!
Now where have they vanished. or has
Progress banished
Ihem all in her tn-de-eiecle march?
Say, where is that cute little apron
With pocket adorned with a bow?
PRESENTATIONS untold did that small pocket
For the fingers and eyes of each beau)
Such dainty, such furbelowed aprons,
Each ruff1ed or ribboned or laced.
With strings most alluring, embracing, Sc
curing
1t safe to her trim. slender waist!
Ah where is that dearest of aprons
SO snowy, so soft and so cool,
When mothers lap" cured every sorrow
endured,
Every heartbreak Of playground or
school?
1t is folded in lavender, yellowed
With time and my kisses and tears;
Her sweet face recalling, her fond caress
falling @%
1t summons from long. lonely years.
And where is that old-fashioned apron,
The apron no new woman wears,
Since her smart tailor gown most cor
recty would frown
On such feminine frippery and snares?
Then what earthly occasion to wear 1t
Would Office or elubroom allow?
No small hands detaining, no hone-cares
constraining,
No apron-strngs tether her now.
Dame Fashion, restore the lost aprons,
Make womanly home-life the style!
Our ball gowns neglect and our tailor re-
ject AH
Reverse Folly's wheel just a while
And bring back the old days when only
The home seemed the dearest, the best,
When Cupid completely each manly heart
neatly
Bound fast with those apron-strings
blest
Ella NJ. Sexton in the San Francisco
Chronicle.
In the way of bicycle costumes Rhode
H..
startling novelty this summer, taking
rider and all into consideration. The wo-
man was not very tail, but very. stout,
and some 50 years old, the casual OBJ
server would say. She was adorning the
Newport streets, and perhaps the suit was
a late importation. 1t had a short gray
skirt. lined with red silk, and with it were
worn red stockings and black slippers
something of the nature of ankle ties
with a strap around the ankles, the toes
of the slippers worked with white beads.
Robert Hughes, in the Century, does not
see how 1t is logically possible TO deny wo-
men musical capablhty. and says further:
woman is more emotional than man.
1t would SEEM then that she would take
the foremost place in music which is more
entirely the Vocing of emotion than any
of the other arts But the evolution of
music has made it so complex that 1t de-
mands, first a special aptitude for inven-
ton, which has been rare among women ;
then, a sort of histrionic ability to study
ones own feelings effectively, which is
not so rare a feminine trait; third the
architects aptitude for high elaboration
of details within close bounds of consist
ency; fourth, the skill of a chess player
or a strategist for a definite and direct,
yet yelled, plan of movement; and, finally,
long, hard training IN the maniDulat ton
of the materials at hand
''It is not necessary to say that woman
has been enslaved, to excuse her for her
little writing of good music; but it is only
fair 10 confess that she has had but lit
| tie encoura cement in developing any in
nate ability into the erudition and technic
| necessary to great composition. Fanny
NJ .endelssohn, who wrote graceful music,
was ashamed to publish ii under her own
name, and it was absorbed into her broth
er's renown.
Music belongs to woman at least as
much as to man. Her sentiments are more
the marrow of her being than is the case
with man; her love is more nearly the to-
tai of her interest; her sorrow is intenser
and more helpless ;her tact and delicacy are
finer; the pursuit of grace and beauty and
the fancy for subtleties and nuances play
a more vital part in her life than in that
of man. She has always exerted a vast
influence upon the music made by men,
She Is now awake to the possibility of in
huencing the world through her own mu-
sic.
"A prominent publisher tells me that
where, some years ago, only about one
tenth Of the manuscripts submitted were
by women, now their manuscripts out
number those of the men two to one"
ut does make me tired" said the wo-
man to a New York Times reporter, ito
hear of all these shp-sloppy women who
are going around giving and begging for
kisses. 1t is not much better than the
mawkish sentiment which sends flowers
TO criminals. They give their kisses to
the wrong people The big heroes who
are known by name have adulation enough
and plenty of friends to give them kisses
they will appreciate. If there are kisses
to be given they might be saved for some
of the poor fellows who fired the guns on
the big ships and worked in the engine
rooms with the heat at a killing tempera-
ture, giving up their drinking water that
the engines might have it, and the dirty,