The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-10-11
BY Catherine Altman.


The artists life of gay bohemianism
possesses mighty attractive glamor
for untried genius used to three
square meals a day with fixin's. Two
girls of my acquaintance, possessing
just enough of the divine fire to be
useless around home, burned and
pinned to have 'steenth story studio
wisdom that comes with years, decided
to let them have their hearts desire.
The girls packed their suit cases full
of sheet music, sofa cushions and silk
Japanese kimonas and set forth to
capture fame and fortune.
For while, SO long in fact as their
fathers regularly sent fat monthly
checks, everything was just too cute,
and they wrote home glowing accounts
of studio life," of their professions, P"
theatricals, etc. But in time their par
ents arrived at the conclusion that all
that outlay for art should bring in
some return, and that the young wom-
en- should acquire self-reliance. So
the girls received curt notes that their
allowances would be cut off for a
while. in order that they might try
out the market value of their genius.
! For few weeks the would-be art
lists bravely stuck it out without a
murmur, but poverty proved too much
at last and two meek little notes came
home.
Dear Daddy" each one read. New
| York people don't seem to appreciate
our stuff, and Bohemia is not all that
we thought. We haven't made any
fudge or ridden on the street cars or
had square meal for week. In.
deed, we're SO pizen poor we have to
chase down the water-bugs in our fat
and take the crumbs away from EN-. >
| I don't know anything more solemn
than a wedding unless it's funeral
The wedding march from Lohengrin
sounds like a dirge, the flowers look
waxy and smell like an undertaker's
shop, and brides always wear white
and generally look whittier than the
clothes they wear. BY the time the
minister lifts up his sepulchral voice
and relatives begin smiling, l am al
most ready to pass around to take q
last look at the remains. ! attended
one wedding just like that last week
and that horrid guinness began &c
grip me as soon as the music strucA
up and the bridal party began to de
scend the stairs. Everybody else
looked just like l felt until the solem
nifty was broken by IA shrill, childish
voice, piping up as the bride came into
view:
/ "Oh. oh, just look; here comes Aun,
Jo and her looks just like LADY,
The Mrs. Malaprops, God bless EN-
| are always with us and OCCASIONAL,
furnish their share of human comedy
zone of these well-meaning creatures
upon whom Dame Fortune had Law
ished more money than culture, sailed
up to De koven at musicale.
"Oh, do you know, Mr.. De Koyen,
she burst forth, II adore your music
it's so full of sentiment and charm.
am going to get a piano player. Would
you advise me to purchase an angelu.
or pergola9" SHIT asked amid a sup
pressed litter from her over-hearers
The composer was too courteous t.
show even twing of fun at this art
less mixing up of music and architec
ture.
"Mademe," he replied gravely, &c
hesitate to advise you, but shoult
say 1t depends upon the air you pre-
fer"
Ever and anon walls 90 up from SO
ciety leaders anent the scarcity Of tn