The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-07-09
TOPICS OF The TIME
Kate Sanborn Writes
Some That Inter
est New York.
MAUDE ADAMS AS JULIET.
Books That Can Be Com
mended for Summer
Reading.
TE~T


forgotten me during all these weeks
silence, and that one or two reader,
have wished to hear from me again.
In the most quiet life, there always
seems to be a pressure of necessary
duties, that prevent the pleasure 0
quiet hours at ones desk.
Since conhding to you the thrilling
news of Cerebral Octopi Zone of my
men says that while he does not believe
in hereditary, he will not swallow the
story that he degenerated from crab
Of any variety!) I have had a fort
night in New York. of which the salient
points at this time are Maud Adams
Juliet, the irritating End Hog" and
the dragging, dirty skirts of the would
be fashionable woman.
In the first act, Miss Adams Is charm
| ing; so refreshingly untraditional, so.
utterly unlike the Juliet standard type
1t is absurd to think of a blase
woman of the world with a mature if
| not matronly figure, self-satisfied and
| self-possessed attempting to present
the slender slip of maidenhood hardly
in her teens, the Juliet of Shakspere.
But the balcony scene had no Illus
| ions, no destinations. There was Miss
Adams talking to Mr.. Faversharn about
| something neither really felt. DO you
| not agree with me?
| And that awfully comicar mother.
with couture of the latest Paris advices
| and the assumed and strutting dignity
Of an enraged boarding house keeper
Many papers are now defending the
| person who stubbornly retains his seat
| at end of car, no matter how hard it is
for old ladies', or the stout and clumsy
| to climb over him.
Fact is, each person should always
| move in as far as there is room. This
| must soon be made a law.
AS for those trailing skirts clutched
| by left hand and impeding freedom of
| motion, | only ask, rs woman fit for
| the ballot when she doesn't have cour-
| age and gumption enough to insist on
| a pocket or a dozen of them, and
street dress of proper walking Lengthy"
! Three happy weeks were spent in
carriage trip to New Hampshire, an
| ideal way of journeying in springtime.
| After that idylic jaunt, books palled
on me. 1 hardly cared to take off the
wrappers, which before had been eager
| ly torn away as a child impatient to
| discover a Christmas gift.
| SO have drifted along to the agoniz-
ing crisis of haying, have passed
| through that, weak but alive, and can
| now sit down to my library table and
enjoy the treasures accumulated there
during this season of intellectual
| apathy.
The first book taken up happens to
be one of the best: Wordsworth and
! the Coleridges," by Ellis Yarnall. Mac
MILAN &, Co., New York.
1t is neither small book nor a So
| called summer book. And only the
scholarly and those of literary tastes
| would care for 1t. To such It will
prove thoroughly delightful IT is not
gossip in the usual use of the word
but the dignif1ed, conversational rem
iniscences of a quiet, well-bred, appre-
| ciative gentleman with touch of nero
worship for the genuine Genius. You
| are allowed to enter the homes of
these immortals and see them in daily
| life, the best side doubtless, and the
talk is from friend to friend. No Git
! tie journey"-isms no hint of the paid
interviewer, no effort at fine writing,
no climaxes of enthusiasm.
| This book can be heartily commended
| to lovers of anecdotal recollectlona
| And while on this theme, let me speak
of the five tiny volumes of Biography
sent from Small, Maynard & Co, Bos-
ton, the first in a long series. intended
to include in brief compass, sketches Of
the most notable figures in American
/
These five have skillfully condensed
sketches Of Lowell, Phillips Brooks.
Robert E. Lee, David G. Farragut and
| Daniel Webster, giving a wide sweep,
| you see. The chronology at the begin
ming of each book is a good idea, Civ
ing just the important events from
| birth to death, and at the close, if it
| be man who has written books, a
complete photography. Price of each
volume, rs cents.
| Future generations must take their
information in this way, greatly billed
| down. or they can never keep up with
| the procession!
| And now for the Hammock and sea-
| sonable books. / think that il Won will
get 1.-THE Pedagogues; a Story of the
Harvard Summer School, Small, May
nard and Co., Boston. SLIPS, YOU will
say 1t is one of the brightest, most net
ural, most amusing stories you ever
read.
The various types are shrewdly de-
picted and there is genuine hunor on
every page. Author, Arthur Stanwo ID
Pier.
1.-THE Short Line War" Macmillan
Co., $3.50, is an exciting, racs-alI-the-
| way-to-the-end railroad fight, with
pretty girl, and of course two lovers
| thrown in.
d
! pie of lawsuits, an attempt to Illegally
seize the short line by jealous rivals
The story is full of spirit, dash, ener-
gy, danger, and will keep you awake
even in a hammock!
"Tiverton Tales" by Alice Brown are
having a large sale. Every one likes
to read her New England stories She
| is not so unyieldingly tragic and hope
lesSly sad in depicting human. rela-
a oil t,,
special field, and her influence is as
sweet and wholesome as the meadow
grass she loves.
Charlotte Perkins Stetson is TO me
tedious and unconvincng when sne
discourses in a learned, monotonous,
heavy way about household economics,
arguing loftily for the impossible and
undesirable, in mammoth Kitchens and
huge eating rooms, and large estab-
lishments for the proper care of in
| fantss sway from their mothers
A true woman wants her own home
her own kitchen, her own dining room
and the personal care Of her own chill
dren.
What kind of creatures would be
willing to herd together for meals three
times a day, like cattle grazing on a
prairie.
One young mother, with a darling
little girl baby, shifted and snorted
when l gave her Mrs, Stetson's idens.
80 she allows mothers to nurse their
children, but they are not TO pamain
with them except for that duty! They'd
be on the road. back and forth, all the
time then. She's crazy"
1 know Mrs. Stetson's own exper-
fence in married life has one long tense
historical cry! ILL., nervous, dissatis-
fed, after Aye years Of anguish. size
gave up and left her home. Such a
woman Is NOT fitted 70 he a niihllc