Warren sheaf., 1900-05-17
To Tame the Tyrant Man !:
Bachelor Girls Hold q Confab as to the
=. Best Way to Do It. q
"A ANA
THE studio of the Fashion Illus

! TRAITOR was the scene of an in
formal meeting of the Bachelor Girls
Confession club. A luncheon was
spread out on the green oak table
on lace doylies, with candles shaded
in violet crepe paper, which gave the
occasion the appearance of a searce.
The room had delightfully."- Bo-
henian look, that, as the Typewriter
said. was almost dissipated. The1 g
were Japanese umbrellas so thick
that you couldn't see the walls OF the
ceiling. Lanterns hung here AMI
there with grinning Chinese dolls that
twirled uncannily on the ends of
strings.
A Turkish water pipe was on a
tabouret and an Aeolian harp that
hung On door sounded with weird
sweetness, swayed by some unsus-
pected breeze. Of course, there was
q couch, with i a hundred cushions
which were the star feature of the
place. There was rumOr of fold
ing bed in the refrigerator for guests,
not to speak of cuckoo clock with
q painfully well-regulated bird, that
grew more insulting every hour as it
grew later. s,
'For our informal talk this even
ing" said the President, helping her
self to a nut sandwich tied with baby
ribbon. eve have the interesting sub
ject suggested by Miss Hunt-Bal!or,
our new member
Here the President paused to bow
pleasantly at a young woman wear
ing eyeglasses, who sat on the floor
with her tailor skirt hitched Sigh tl.y
over her knees to prevent bagging.
All the girls turned and nodded. The
strong Woman's Rights advocate.
''The Tyrant Man; How to Manage
and Subdue Him. went on the Presi-
dent. 1T is an interesting, and use
full theme for us to discuss. as there
is always possibility OF continge.l-
cies arising in which knowledge of
the subject will come in handy
A low murmur of approval greeted
this announcement. The Woman's
Rights girl pulled down her shirt
waist in the back and passed the
stuffed prunes, which she had
brought, insisting on each member
taking two.
''Nlost Of u.s. went on the President.
":can speak only Theoretically The
views of our widowed member and
those Of us who are, or who haze
been, engaged, will prove of interest,
Il am sure'' a
The Widow girl arose with some i'm.
portance. Tonight she wore half
mourning that was almost gay, vio-
let and white ka-dotted taffeSa
silk gown, made with transparent
yoke. There were some rumors afloat
that she had come to the meeting in
a cab, as she also had on open-work
silk stockings, and suede slippers en-
broidered with jet beads
''The management of man. she
said, ''is one of the most difficult sub
.ects the female mind can cope with
until''-she paused eloquently- "un-
til it is mastered. After this it is
simpie-ridiculously simple. But
there are no set rules. The methods
must vary with the subject. There is
but one general principle. He must
not suspect the process. This is alb
solutely necessarily .@5
''How does one begin?" asked the
Fluffy girl.
Begin at the beginning answered
the Widow girl; when one is en-
gagged"
But" said the Fluffy girl, with a
puzzled look, 'you have to know how
to manage him to get engaged. You
can't be engaged without a proposal;
NO said the Medical Student,
with some bitterness, "and when you
manage to work things to this point.
it is "a good plan not to threaten to
break off the engagement every time
you quarrel. Sometimes he takes
the dare"
She sat down with a gulp, and tha
members noticed with sympathetical-
Is ayerted glances that the emerald
solitaire she had been wearing was
gene from her hand, and in its place