The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1907-07-14
TREE Cheers for Our Western Cir

! en- by the national committee as the
most besltiful girl in America
p What's the matter with the West
and aren't you proud OF our Western
girls?
Just think OF it there were 300 900
wome min that contest and out Of all
that number our own simple, sweet,
unaffected modest Western girl car.
rled on the prize.
We congratulate Denver. We con.
gratulate Colorado. and we congratu.
late Uncle Sam for having such an
one to represent him.
Miss Frey, the most beautiful wo.
man in America, lives in modest
little house on a quiet little street
in fashionable part OF Denver.
She is 10 years old. Her father was
hard working man-died when Mar.
guerite was quite small, and left a
widow with two sons and two daugh.
| ters.
The boys were sturdy fellows and
| worked. The sister worked and Mar
gucrite went 10 school and gradual.
ed AT the East Denver high school a
| year and half ago, read the essay
on Beyond the Alps Lies Italy" orI
What Of the Flture%-receiyed the
usual pathetic bouquet. made the usu-
al bow. went home, hung up her
white graduating dres in the closet
Of her little bed room and went down
town looking for work. She studied
hard to understand what was wanted
OF her. In a very little while she was
earning s. a week as bookkeeper ot
the Bankers Supply Co.
one fine spring morning, when the
Rocky mountains were beginning tpl
shine white thrurgh their veil OF
purple clouds, Marguerite's sister
picked up the Sunday paper and read
about the great national beauty con
test "Oh Marguerite, just listen toI
this. $1,000 prize for the winner
and the glory of It too
Marguerite's blue eyes grew large
and round.
Dear me-" she said. wouldn't 1t
be fine to be beauty?
Yes" said the elder sister, smiling
to herself. "Yes, dearie, 1t would
wouldn't it?" and when Marguerite
had gone for a walk with her arm
around the waist OF her particular
friend. the elder sister slipped up
stairs, took two photographs out oil
simple frame and hid tnem. The
next day she walked into the ONCE
of The Post and left those photo
graphs with the Art Editor. The Art
Editor threw them into pile OF pic
lures and said, courteously enough,
but without any particular enthusi'
asm Thank you; well enter the
name"
one Sunday morning not long after
that the newsboys went down the
humble little street where Marguer-
ite Frey lived, callig their papers.
"All about Colorado beauties'"
whooped the newsboys. Buy a paper
and see what you think of them"
Marguerite's elder sister ran out
of the house and bought paper
Here, boy she called, as soon as
she had glanced at it, give me half
dozen OF these
Marguerite followed her sister to
the door and stood gazing at her In
gentle amazement. "Why sister" she
said. what do you want with all
those papers? Why? What"
"Tu tell you" said her sister
booked just like tears in her low
locke dust like tears in here low
ing eyes, but you must promise first
that you wont be mad
BE mad" echoed Marguerite. Il,
why, what have | got to do with 1t "
and then she found out that she had
very great deal, indeed TO do with
it. but the knowledge that came 10
her that morning has not spoiled her
one single bit; she's just as sweet
and simple and natural and girlish as
If she'd never heard of beauty con
test or been called a beauty in all
her life.
Il knew she'd get H." laughed her
sister, when the result Of the com
petition was announced.
Gee, whiz," said the two big broth
ers in one breath.
My little GIRL" said her moth
er, and then the most beautiful wom-
an in America laid her golden head
on her mothers breast and had a
good cry,