The Detroit times., 1911-09-29
Well, she's gone, has shei

Well, she's gone, has shef
! Did you go down to school with
her and see her settled in her new
room and acquainted with her new
roommate?
First time she ever went away from
home alone?
Hard, wasn't it, hard to think OF
her there in that great school with
all the staring, critical gins and
those strict, unyielding teachers
Who made her dresses for the
year? Little Miss Snippit, who's
been sewing for you for years, to be
sure-pretty dresses they were, too,
pretty extravagant, Dad" thought,
but, pshaw, she's your only daughter,
and what Is the money for, anyhow? :?
Lonely around the house now she's
gone. isn't It?
used to come flutterfng and chatter
Ing around like a lot of pigeons?
Gone-all gone.
And the young fellows aren't half
SO interested in you and your flower
garden as they were. Why, hardly
day passed last summer that some OF
them didn't come in to see how your
roses were doing, and, yes, she was
on the porch, and, OF course, they
stopped 10 see her.
Gone. all OF 'em; gone back to col
lege, the boys with their fool mando-
Inns and their absurd Jokes and their
awful college songs, and gone TO
school the girls with their giggies
and their sentimental spells and their
passionate interest In clothes and
the right way to "do" your hair.
Heigh-ho, how empty the old house
feels.
Well. II isn't long to the holidays;
maybe you can slip In q visit along
about Thanksgiving. Better begin
getting ready quite early.
All the girls will be looking at you
to see what kind OF a mother the
young girl has, and woe to you IL you
wear the wrong kind of skirt or II
your hair Is queer"
And you'd better be a little careful
OF your language these days, too.
Don't say the wrong thing at the
wrong time, for goodness sake. Why,
there was a girls mother went to
boarding school last year, and she
SAID scrap Just like girl, and the
girls really thought they'd have to get
some excuse for putting daughter
out OF the sorority. OF course, she
couldn't help IL. No doubt the moth
er was trying TO be chummy and
companionable, but that isn't good
form for mothers this year.
Mothers this season are quiet and
sweet" and they dress in gray and
wear soft, clinging things and old
lace, and they lie down in the after
noon, and daughter gets white scarfs
for them to throw around their shoul-
ders.
What, you're as well and strong as
daughter, and you won't have her
waiting on you, and you hate gray,
and you would like TO see yourself
making an old woman OF yourself Just
for daughter?
Very well, then. go to your doom,
but the sorority won't approve OF you
and daughter will be miserable.
Last year the smart" mother was
the lad, and she was really a good
deal harder to do than the sweet"
one. You had 10 wear tailor-mades.
no matter how stout you we're. and
you talked horses and bench shows
and polo and golf, and you were cyni-
cal and bit world-weary, but at
heart you were a dear" you know
All the girls said that
The year before that all the moth
ers had to be intellectual. Il was a
kind OF rush of New England to the
brain.
You went in for plain living and
high thinking. you wore n neat black
silk with neat little collar, and you
talked Ibsen and the new school OF
domestic relationship.
All the girls thought you were
noble woman, and said so. ever so
many times.
What, going TO be yourself Just as
daughter knew you at home? Dear,
dear. what a blow TO daughterl
That roommate OF hers Is a good
sort Of creature, II she IL smart"
and shell DO all ahe can 20 keep the