Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1911-12-03
IDEAL GIRL SURE TO COME
A Prophet Puts the Arrival About
Ten Years Away.
SIZE WIZ BIZ A PERFECT TYPE
Merits of the Modern Girl and the
Girl of BygOne Dnys-Every
Season Has It's FraE-
rance.
ny YVONNE sARCEY.

Our young girl Of today is a much criti-
cised creature. Old ladies are fond of
declaring with considerable emphasis
that her manners are anything but what
they ought to be, far from CONNIE Il
faut," and you understand what this ex-
preston means in their mouth. To be
CONNIE Il faut' in the eyes of the gen
Grafton that preceded us means absolutely
and hopelessiy perfect; the expression
stands for q symbol OF the sweet, timid,
cllnging and docie young girl of their
time.
Was the young girl of those days with
her shy bushes and bashful manners
superior or inferior to the young girl
OF today? The question is very often
discussed. but II seems 20 me rather a
waste OF time.
Every season has its fragrance as every
generation has its merits. And II is
even the strength and beauty of the
various epochs that although their ele--
ments are the same, they always appear
new and line their trail along the course
of centuries with a multitude of flow
ers, each one possessing its own indi-
vdual color. each whispering TO the pass
erby: II am memory; enjoy my charms
and do not compare them with others.
] Loyalty reflect an epoch My shape
and color may not agree with the fash
ions of your day. but love them any
way, for they are harmonious, delicate
and sweet, and they fulfilled the ideal
that they had"
A Picture of the Past.
DO you remember our grandmothers'
ideal young girl? Her hair was
smoothed we'll down, tied In a knot at
the back of her head, her looks modest
and shy, her hands neat with nails
trimmed squarely, her nose was always
buried in some kind of embroidery, she
was inquistive without daring to show
1t, in secret she read books OF the shame
less existence of which she was supposed
TO be profoundly ignorant she was as
sentimental as an old-fashioned novel,
and while she was apparently busiy en-
gagged in tying up the preserve jars for
her mother she was in reality dreaming,
dreaming madly of Monsieur Ernest, that
handsome young man she met at her
last ball. dreaming of everything that
was concealed from her. but which she
nevertheless guessed or knew all about,
dreaming OF the world palpitating with
life all around her but which she missed
because they had stuffed her ears with
cotton and put blinkers in front Of her
eyes.
Her intuitive heart walks faltering,
tremblingly towards the unknown. She
has been told: Look out, always look
out-here is a snare, there three rocks
yonder q preclpice down there river
If you were not carefully protected and
guarded, today by your mother, tomorrow
hxyH N ha w ha m
peril a hundred times a day.
And she thinks with delight OF Mon
seur Ernests strong hand which 1t will
be so nice to hold In her own to avoid
the snares, jump across the three rocks
pass by the preoipiee and cross the river
A Constant Dread.
A hundred times she has been told: "a
nice young girl must beware OF every
body and everything" and as a result
her life is a constant dread. Like, the
young swallows sitting in their nests
sticking outside their heads watching the
moment when they may slip away, she
is living in fear and expectation, never
daring to express an opinion. nor laugh
real heartily nor enjoy the reading of a
really good book. nor the masterpieces of
art, nor take the cotton out of her ears
and beg; Let me listen to the music of
the world, even IL it makes me cry" nor
tear the bandage from her eyes and say:
Give me light, beautiful golden warm
light, which my twenty years are yearn-
ing for"
The young girls that were brought up
by our grandmothers, who were timid,
bashful, but ready to take up the strug-
gle, and who understood to witness
silently the death of their ideals, were
Of time when ruled the crlnolne, the
ham sleeves, and the sword of Monsieur
Pruohomme They had their white geese
and their strong women, they were often
touching and never ridiculous and will
forever remain-a type of education.
The Girls of Today.
Today we know another kind. 1t has
not yet reached its perfection. but 1t is
approaching 1t. l am sure that before
ten years have passed we shall see a per-
feet type of the modern girl, who will
reflect tho sense OF our time, with all its
fearlessness, courage and will power. For
the aviators are soaring towards the
highest SUBMITS the boilers are steam
ing, the ftctories are roaring, the autos
are speeding the inventors are robbing
earth OF its secrets, nay not alone earth,
but also air and sea, daringly risking
their lives Everywhere We are strug-
Cling, everywhere we are fighting. and If
yog~do not want to be trampled down by
the crowd you must run even faster, even
il you are gasping for breath. even IL
your legs are shaking, even If everything
invites you TO rest at the roadside. The
fight is beautiful, and life must be lived,
but it calls for hard-tempered souls, and
never perhaps has woman ever been
asked to fulfill such duties as are de-
nanded Of her today.
1t should be the noble object OF her
education, l think, TO prepare her for
her novel, arduous life. and the task is
not difficult one, for the young girls
themselves are ready. nay eager, to take
upon themselves their new duties