The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-11-25

. Out and About
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will you allow me a little space"
writes Ivers S. Paine of Saundersville,
to express my appreciation of the
the editorial in today's Spy, Starving
for Fame?' The assurance that one
is the possessor of great literary abil-
lty has become a mental epidemic.
When l read in the paper of a woman
whose musical culture consists in
playing Claytons grand march, and
singing Gospel Hymns, delivering an es-
say on Schubert or Beethoven, before
her club, l feel assured, however ac-
ceptable, the result will not advance
art. Our friend Mrs. Blank is engaged
to read paper on an eminent author;
she consults an encyclopedia, some
back numbers of standard monthlies,
and trustworthy biography. The re-
suit is piece of literary crazy-patch-
work; the pieces are good, but incon
gruous and not fifty i%ned together.
However, it is a success. Mrs. Smooth
pronounces it just lovely-the best thing
this year so far: Mrs Green says when
she was in Boston two years ago, she
belonged to three clubs, and never
heard it's equal. Mrs. Blank goes home
feeling she is a second George Eliot or
Mrs. Stowe; she sees in the future her
name in capital letters on the pros
pective pages of the magazines, and
her last book placarded at the railroad
stations. She accounts herself a bird
of paradise, this poor jackdaw, with a
few borrowed peacock feathers stuck
under her wing.
quoting from the editorial: Editors
spent much time hunting for names
which will sell their copies without re-
gard to the quality of the work to
| which those names are appended; All,
! there's the rub!' Many an aspirant
can truly say after reading some of
the productions of our popular writer's
of illness on the strength of a name, /
read Hopes Princess Emilia, and
Mrs. Harrisons Circle of a Century,
| The princess is without one noble
impulse, piece of clap trap, a paint
ed ship upon a painted sea- and the
last book is little better. Had either
of these stories been read to the edi-
tors of the Ladies' Home Journal or
| saturday Evening Post, with other
names, their rejection would have been
| certain.
| Here comes Edwin Markham, riding
INTO fame with his commonplace Man
with the Hoe, and Millets beautiful
| picture. Millet's strong, clean peasants
| L love, but l have no sympathy
with the cult that likens a man to
| the beast of the field, unless his trou-
sers are well creased and he wears a
| three-inch collar This is also rare
evil under the sum- and how many
times 90 we feel the force of Horace
| Walpole's truism, Life is a comedy to
| him who thinks-a tragedy to him who
| feel
Mrs. William H. Coe gave ten-cover
luncheon before the Womans Club
meeting, Wednesday, for Mrs. Cushman
of Monsoon and Mrs G. Stanley Hall.
"A tutor who footed the flute
| Tried to teach two young tooters to loot
| Said the two to the tutor:
| is it harder to toot or
| 10 tutor two tooters to toot?
From The Jingle Book.
George N. Morse gave musicale last
evening at his studio in the Walker
building, introducing Frederick Blair of
| New York. Mr.. Blair is a cellist of
! considerable ability. His technique
and tone are good, and he plays in a
musicianly manner, although apparent
ly with somewhat too much reserve of
| feeling. Last night he was assisted
IL. Z.
| Morse. The musicale opened with a
trio by Gade, which was followed by
! two parlor pieces by Davidoff, a sara
bande by Handel, a bouree by Bach, a
| movement by a novelette, by Gade. and
a scherzo by Klengle. The studio, for
merly the club room of the Art stu
| dents. was filled with an attentive and
| appreciative audience.
| If l had my way, the Thanksgiving
dinners that are distributed to the poor
of the city should not end with the men
| and women and little children and
| tables. | would extend their bounties
| to the needy horses; | would make
| Thanksgiving day tangible, palpable in
| the stable as well as the house While
| the humans were reveling in hot tur-
| key and onions and pies, the patient
| horses whom a hard fate has thrown
| into the hands of poor or mean or
\ cruel masters, should be having their
| Thanksgiving. Not a horse in this
! kindly city of ours but should be given
| the chance on this day to warm the
/ cokcles of his heart and feel his poor
stomach distend with comforting food.
| Ii. after we had cared for all the for
! lorn people, one could take hold of all
! the forlorn horses-the old, shaky ones
ana the hungry ones the brave horses
that are overworkeG and UNDECIDED, and
those for whom life is one long pain
| IL, as we toy with our bird next Thurs
day. we could he satisfied that there
was not a horse in the town but was
sharing in the Thanksgiving festivities.
what blessed feeling that would be!
The Flreside Club composed of a
number of ladies at the south end has
begun its winters work under the di-
raction of Mrs. Harry Greenwood. pres
ident 1t was organized three years
ago, first studying English history and
last year taking trip through France
and England Germany, past and pres
ent. is the subject of this seasons
study The meeting yesterday after
noon was III the form4o of a social at the
home of Mrs. L. M. Gilchrist. 26 King
street. The program was much en- :