The Savannah morning news., 1902-12-28

or charity, or otherwise. as the club
woman is.
Not long ago a little Boston girl, a
nesh-and-blood -year-old, alive at
tnis minute, was sitting at the family
dinner table while her father and his
friends carried on a serious discussion
as to the child of nowadays. They
We're lamenting the fact that the chill
dren to-day seem so blase, so little af-
fected by things grave or gay. Why
said the father, my children read
without tear books that used to make
me weep! It seems as il all emotion has
gone out of them Whereupon our lit
tie friend looked up and remarked,
with overpowering dignity. oh, papa,
1t is not that emotion has gone out,
but self-cOntrol has come in
Wasn't the child right? This is an
age of self-control. 1t is the correct
thing to hide our emotions. and like
most correct things, it is often carried
too far. propose that for a little while
we divest ourselves of our usual self
control and indulge in a candid recog-
milton of one of the deep facts Of our
hearts.
How sadly true it is that the glow
ing tribute, the costly monument, the
piled-up roses, are often attempts to
atone for lost opportunities.
NO such sad fate need be ours,
however, for we have with us a quiet,
unoDtrusive personality seldom or
never seen at our meetings, but whose
influence and helpfulness among. US it
is our glad privilege to recognize. and
we may proudly cast the roses of our
appreciation, here and now, at the feet
of our club husband.
That was a wise man who said:
Give me little taffy now rather than
lot of epitaphy later on Not 'taffy,'
but honest appreciation is due the man
who goes patiently day after day to
business or his professional duties. re-
Joicing to give us leisure thereby for
improving ourselves and helping 9TH
erS.
What varied forms his usefulness
takes. Sometimes before we can go to
the club he has to hook us into our
gowns, and how deftly he does It'll
Sometimes he has TO pay our annual
fee-and If he forgets and carries 1t in
his pocket for while it is with the
airy grace of one who knows that he
can hide under the broad mantle of our
charity and hear us say, in the words
of the apostle, There hath no tempta-
ton taken you but such as is COM
mon to man. Sometimes Qet me whis-
per it among ourselves) how very use
full he is in Strengthening out the tam
gled skein of our ideas! When we come
home from the club. with Beers and
Cinnamon, Filipinos and Cubans play
ing puSs-in- the-corner in the recesSeS
of our brain, tripping their feet in
the meshes of the Battenburg we have
been working as we listened. and be-
logged by mist of economic problems
and twentieth century conditions-how
his magic touch restores order and
shows us at once the right relation of
thingsl His many thoughtfulness, his
keenness of judgment,his cheerful at
titude of sympathy with club doings,
we have all experienced. The unwrit-
ten law of the ideal woman'S club is:
This club exists for the happiness of
the whole family. When that ceases
the clubs reason for existence will
cease. So long as we are thus consid-
crate, never allowing our club life to
absorb the attention that belongs to
our home life, just so long may our
club husband snap bis fingers at the
people who try to pity him. Let the
critics carp! They are like the young
girl who walked through her uncle's
chair factory, and gazed at the rows
upon rows of chairs saying, why, I'M
Gle, what can you ever do with all
these chairs?'
Don't you fret, Maria, settin' down
amt goin' out o. fashion,
"The making of homes and cherish
ing those in them is not going out of
fashion, and the club husband would
be the first to agree to it. l believe
that l am voicing the thought of every
true-heartcd club woman when / ex-
claim: The club husband, God bless
him!"