The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-12-29
JENNIE JUNE'S DEATH
RECALLS OLD DAYs-AIDING IN BATTLE FOR woMAN'S ADJ
 VANCEMENT.
A Long Life Filled with Brilliant Achievements Which Made Her Name a Household Word
 Throughout Broad Land
New Orleans Picayune.

The news was flashed across the wires yesterday that Jennie June'' (Mrs. J. c. Croly) was dead.
 Jennie June" The name brought memories of the long ago-memories sweet and tender and sad; memories of the days when a womans gentle hand guided the destinies of The Picayune, and woman's loving heart went out to all other women workers, and among these was the friend whom she loved to call ''the sunny hearted Jennie June"
 Jennie June." It brought back the echo of the days when the brilliant gall axy of writers Pearl Rivers" and Cath | crime Cole" and Gamma" and "Vidette," !" 'Xariffa," and Uncle Bolivar'-were all coupled in the columns of The Picayune; the, the days M of Our Picay1nes.r when u, the l var" as his admirers called him, and whose notes for the first time are silent 1 this Christmastide, sat in the editor s l easy chair and smiled for the best that | accepted. and Sunday page with one of their names omitted seemed like the | echo of a strain of music with lost | chord.
 How many years Jennie June contrib l uted to the columns of The Picayune those of this younger day cannot tell. It l seems that from earliest childhood her | fashion letters, to which she gave such a strong individual touch, spoke from the | pages of The Picayune. In later years | her strong intellectual character that | ever deceived her readers as to the ten l derness of her great and true heart grew in force and power. and an even greater 1 individuality stamped all she did anc l wrote The friend of women. she took ur l the battle in their behalf, and her pun. | gent pen, keen sarcasm, brilliant wit anc | wonderful genius all combined in brin Sins her to the front as one of America | gifted women. So powerful was the in' fiuence she yielded over other women that it was said of her she could not en- ter any assembly without making hel | presence felt, even though she merely glided to her seat a trim little figure IT gray. and never spoke word, but only looked out with those wonderful eyes or the women around and brought them tc her feet with a magnetic glance.
 And vet as Mrs. Nicholson used to say for the deepest friendship existed be- tween the late proprietor Of The Pica yune and this brilliant journalist, Jennie June Is just little bit of shrinking, sen sitive humanity. prim little old fgur' always In gray or black. busy, busting nervous, so full of thought for otheri l she never stopped to think of herself and just brimful of all that was goinl on, from the latest fashion plate iron Paris to the smartest speech that wo man had delivered In clubdom: And club dom in those days meant Sorosis, O which Mrs. Croly was the honored presi dent. It meant something Tor woman to be chosen president Of this great cen tral club of the women of the Unite
 States; the club that in the pioneer worl of women gave color and form to a
 other clubs. Few spoke till Sorosis ha
 spoken: few took up a battle until ,1 Sor1 June was the leader. chief vanguard; a word, at one time 1t was said tna Jennie June was "Sorosis."
 Every week or so she would md tim 10 write a long personal letter to MT: Nicholson; such charming bits or sal casm as she used, such funny witticlsm. | such descriptions of the doings Tn Gotr am. and then such heart-speaklng tenoel ness as the years went on and sorrow came to Jennie June. as they must com to all. Mrs. Nicholson used to walt yer tenderly for the letters from darling ol | Jennie" as she used to call her; ana | tender and sweet and helpful would h the answers, that Jennie June, impett ous sensitive. loving. would just s down and pour out her heart to ht letters would end with, You dear Pear | your name just suits you; It was Jus | what I expected of you; why are not a
 women like you? Never mind, l am con
 ing to New Orleans soon just to give yo 1 a good hug" And Mrs. Nicholson woul | laugh heartily "The idea of that lit
 old Jennie June, who is only mite, b'
 ing able to hug anybody! ~,.
 She was always going to come to NC ! Orleans in those later days; once peIoi
 she had come when Mrs. Nicholson wa
 just beginning the lllustrtous career ths l reflected such credit upon the women III.
 working women. She had been gwen
 royal welcome. She had never forgotte U it. She was going to come agalh' an 7 winter after winter Mrs. Nlcholson wa wa
 ed for her. She was such busy woHa
 but she was going to take tune, si
 wrote one year. now nearly ten yea
 ago. to run down for the doll snow n.
 Mrs. Nicholson got up ot for the to ooc1G' An
 mals From all parts of the couhtr ,st
 dolls came pouring In; characterlst
 dolls dressed after some or the gre 2 women of the day. Jennie June sent v run,her of beautiful dolls. The mo-
 Charming women of Sorosis were persol
 ated in the dolls. and she uressso ,.ot ~
 for herself, trim, da2pEsTT 22pE.To,s6Ss gray evt ev.
 fairIv dance with delight as she sal
 aYou dear sunny-hearted Jennie! TT v Picayune reproduced the pictures or a
 the dolls; they were great success. A 4 |
 Jennie June was glad. Again, sne WroI O Che was going to come when her your dauqhtor went upon the stage ana w
 to play in New Orleans. But ever ,.le nua
 ever earnest in working Tor ~omvl n,'T
 aaain the time passed. The sweet youI
 Ss"ghtar came. and Mrs. Nicholson, ft
 inc sake of her old friend, gave ner
 charming luncheon, and introquceu hea at
 the best society in New Orleans. Vs.ota
 daughter of Jennie June was thH !" Tps
 oF .ePearl Rivers for the while ne M
 yarnie June went into big venture. oL oL
 started a paper for herseli m ths ,ls.. ,I.u
 ests of women; she slaVeu anu s i1t
 eway, and put all her hard earnings n, N,
 it. and as time went on ana e,s sne sam tor 'fi ti
 sreI MaS conflict. Then 1t went under; D, D,
 InnT nr,st before this she had received e1pbi ti
 tender message from Pearl Rivers " nc
 YOU need a friend, remember to come
 rns And she did with the generous co c9nre n1s
 .,s, An~ of Failure. ''The women did not su
 port the paper It bad, had RiTers fTsas sTi WTiti but failed;" and teari Never Ig, mind. IT
 Picavnne PLeS fDl'' is here. and there is always One day-ah, t seems sS.,.tS. but yeSeorM tooHM
 snu aIiu,, o'son died. How could his lovil
 SsSpmate, MlGnns1n who had leaned so upon ,l, hil
 I'aiir without him down the dim van