Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1902-10-16

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Her Majesty, Ito rags"
The Boy started apprehensively
and looked keenly across the table.
He was accustomed to gentler meth
DDS for the extraction of new gowns.
This was more cyclonic than Her Ma
jesty's usual form.
I'm thoroughly sick Of dressing,
she went on. The women at Daisy
hurst think Of nothing else and talk
Of nothing else. We women are mis-
understood because of the attention
We pay to our gowns. Men think We
are idiots"
Nothing Of the Sort said the
Boy. we know better
The best proof off Is beside You"
said Her Majesty indicating copy Of
the Daily Jollier as vet mfolded be
side the Boys plate. In that paper
you Will find a certain page or pages
devoted 10 women
The Boy found a highly colored
supplement and handed it across the
table. Her Majesty opened it With
an air Of distaste.
Here" for instance" she said. Is
a charming article for Sunday morn
ing reading: Eleven Way, 10 Kill
Cockroaches.'"
"One way would seem 20 DE SUI
fcituy. " unused the Boy.
Then comes an illustrated discus
sion Of methods grid the complexion
Of impurities called 'blackhcads.
Ugh"
1T j. clean literature at all
events reflected the Boy.
But not elevatinC, you'll admit, "
went on Her Majesty. The Jollier
seems 70 run TO the insect world to-
day. Here Is half a column on the
subject Of bugs in cereal foods
1t does sound a bit Gravity, that's a
fact. admitted the Boy.
Then right in the middle Of all
this positively nauscating matter.
are recipes for making luncheon
dishes. Can't YOU see how hideous It
all is-how exqui>itely vulgar: Tits
a mass Of unpleasant ideas placed in
repulsiye association with the sub
jet Of food"
Women don't care 10 read serious
stuff. said the Boy; they like 10
read about other women's moles and
freckles and bleaehed hair and in
growing eyelids. even If they don't
have EN- themselves
We want something better than
soup bones. blackhcad, and bugs all
in q bouquet, said Her Majesty.
The men who get out these things
have an idea that women have no
soul above buttons"
cor bug, said the Boy.
1T i quite true We are frivolous
We know We are frivolous. Men are
never frivolous. they are foolish. But
they don't know it"
"Oh, give over! give over" said the
Boy.
Thousands Of copies Of this page
20 out over the country to-day rep
resenting American womanhood. 1t
Is a journalistic insult"
Her Majesty seemed almost on the
verge Of tears. The Boy watched her
narrowly. Tell me-" said he.
when did you begin this serious line
Of thought. You showed none Of
these symptoms when | left Daisy
hurst last week
"Since thenmv soulhas awakened"
said Her Majesty. looking deeply into
the eyes Of the Boy. The day after
you left a Hindu lecturer came to the
inn and gave one Of his wonderful
talks on the soul. He was a dreamy
eyed, tall, silent man and wore white
urban
All" said the Bow. interestedly.
well, YOU know what those Daisy
hurst women are. They immediate
" surrounded him with all sorts of
silly chatter. and wanted his auto
graph and his photograph. Hetreat-
ed them as though they were chill
dren."
Il went out on the piazza. Ididn'.
care to mix with them atall. had OF
NY blue chiffon gown and white lace
hat, and the Mali noticed, he told me
afterward, that l wasn't like tho
others"
what told you:" asked the Boy.
Mali That was his name. The
others called him Mr.. Majji. but he