The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1900-12-29
The Glory Of Woman.


quite inclined to believe the statement,
and, in evidence of her desire to pre-
serve it, witness the almost innumerable
hair washes and lotions constantly adj
vertised. We all thoroughly approve
Of being saved trouble, and it is certain
~ much easier to buy a mysterious hair
tonic, when it is obvious that ones hair
needs more care, rather than to adopt
the good old-fashioned treatment which
prevailed in our grandmother's days
Then it was agreed that the woman who
would have beautiful glossy hair must
brush it regularly for five or ten min
utes every night. Nothing else produces
the same result A good brush with stiff
bristies should be used, and it is inn
portant that the roots of the hair should
be well brushed, as this treatment stiTn-
ulates growth.
The Care of Rings.
''It is a wonder to me- remarked a
man recently, that women ever keep
their rings, they are SO very careless
with them. My wife is continually leaV-
returned to her from a hotel where Sne
washes her hands. Once she had them
returned to her fro ma hotel where she
had been staying, another time she re-
covered them from the dressing room OF
a sleeping car, and several times she has
left them at private houses. She de-
serves to lose Them she Is SO careless
and yet she always gets them back!
Have you ever noticed at the seashore
the way women pull off their rings be-
fore going into the surf, giving them IN
a loose handful to any chance acQua1nI-
ance, who, if she wishes to go away
soon passes them on to some one else2
They may be holding in this way thou
sands of dollars worth, and no one
seems to feel any responsibility about
i'll Yet such tiny things can be eaStiy
lost and it would be very unpleasant
to be the last custodian of lost jewel
Apropos of this, a curious incident hap
pened on the beach of a well known wa
tering place a couple of summers ago
A fashionable woman, who was gong
in bathing, brought over heap OF gIlt-
tering rings which she had drawn Off
her fingers to a friend VIII you keep
these for me?' she asked. Yes, II you
count them said the other How ab-
surd!' exclaimed the owner of the
Jewels. OF course they they VIII De
all right But I insist persisted the
friend otherwise I will not take
them So the rings were counted eight
in her charge. Returning from the bath.
Miss s. the owner, stopped for her
rings. Count them again, insisted the
person who had taken them into aer
keeping, and once more the rings, were
laughingly counted and found 70 pc al
bathhouse one of the most valuable jew
els was missing 1t had slipped from heT
fingers on the way across the beach; ana
although a large reward was offered ana
the sands were thoroughly searched the
ring was. never seen again II the count
had not been made the loss would natur-
ally have been ascribed to the person
who had the rings in charge. Some women
have the habit Of slipping on and off their
rings as they walk That, too, Is extra
fore. there seems to be a special provi-
dence. protecting women and thelt rings,
their handling of costly ornaments. New
York Tribune.
The Up-tO-Date Girl.
The old fashioned woman and her up
to-cate friend were lunching at Ardsiey,
hundred and ninety ninth time. thresh-
ing out the subject of the modern girl.
You may talk as much as you
please said the old-fashioned woman
firmly but you will never persuade me
that this athletic craze, out-of-door
sports, equality with boys and all that
sort of thing isn't robbing girls of their
feminine charm. The change is more
cry group of girls I meet. OF course,
there are girls who are charming in spite
OF their training, but I rarely meet one
who attracts me. They are Slangy ana
loud or if they don't use slang, at least |
they swagger and lack grace and deli |
cacy and refinement. Their manners are |
as freckled as their faces and their good |
breeding is as disheVelled as their halr |
No, my dear. I don't like them. "
But they aren't all like that" pleaded |
the up-to-date woman who went IN Tor |
out of-door sports herself
Didn't I admit that? The exceptions
prove the rule. Now you. for instance, /
are charming. Yet you play golf"
There isn't anything demoralizing |
ssThere isn't! A freclxled, blowsy girl, |
with her face perspiring, her collar of. I
her sleeves rolled up,her hands dirty and |
her nails full of sand and clay, her voice I
loud, her talk full of slang. and her walk /
like a ploughman's! If that isn't demon
alization. where will you find it? That's
your golf girl"
you are horribly prejudiced.' The |
bruised worm was beginning to turn ami |
lose its temper. Just because you are I
too delicate to play, you can't see any
thing in the game: l suppose, since /
golfer is such a painful sight, you don't /
care to go around with Mrs. Smith and /
your depraved friend
I'D like it. / enjoy the game and you
get all the evil effects"
So peace was declared and the three
women started off. As they came up to
the fourth tee they stopped to watch a
girl who was just about to drive off. The
up-to-date woman's eyes cleaned with
Look at that" she said loft
lily to the old-fashioned friend. Did you
ever see anything more exquisitely fem
mine and dainty in your life2"
The girl was deliciOusly pretty, pink
and white, with warm touches of sum-
mer brown. Her hair curled enchant-
ingly around her piquant face. Her
white shirt waist and her well-fitted
skirt were on the best of terms, and met
invisibly under a trig leather belt. Her
collar and tie were immaculate. Her
sleeves were not rolled up, but were lift
ed lust high enough by silver clasps to
was an apparition to reduce a man 10
idiocy, and a woman to aG-
fniring wonder and envy. If she opened
her lips, surely the pearls and rubies of
the fairy story would fall from them.
The three women stopped to watch
her. Even the old-fashioned woman
beamed approval.
The girl swung her club in fine form
and brought it around with vim The
ball rolled jerkily Is or 20 feet from the
tee and lay there blinking viciously a
the sun. The pretty golfer slammed her
driver down on the turf and stared rue
fully at the ball Then she gave vent to
her feelings:
Holy Saint Mike, what a bum swatts'
The up-to-date woman sat down limp
" on the grass and looked up at the
-..i..ll r.-ll1.sa ol.l.-a.l hut I'll.