The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-02

| sity and fervor of the Italian girl | She must know what to take up and what to drop; ;howtto say clever things l and when to stop.''
 | MT. Risse admitted that this com | bination might be hard to find, but he is confident that with time and pa l tience she wi1 cross his path-if not | in England, then in France, Germany or elsewhere. What tests he proposes applying to the candidate to deter mine if she fulf1lls all the require ments he has laid down as pre-re- quisite to his approval, he does not say.
 With 99 women out of every 100 of moderate means aping the rich and aiming through marriage and other means to climb into their realm-by the front door, if possible, and the
 rear if ciologists see something paradoxical in the recent voluntary desertion of so called so- ciety by a number of beautiful worp en,who have had everything for which their sisters Scrave. First we had the marriage of Guilia Morrisini, daugh- ter of Giovanni Morrisini, the banker and partner of Jay Gould, grandfath-
 CT of Lady Decies. .bestowing her heart
 and fortune of $2,0O0.0OO on divorced
 policeman. Then came Julia French,
 the pretty daughter of Amos Tuck
 French, relative through marriage of the Duchess of Marlborough, running
 away with a handsome but indigent
 chauffeur. Next in order came Leono-
 "a Brokaw, sister of W. Gould Bro-
 kaw, who with everything to satisfy
 her womanly caprice eschews society
 and becomes a farmerette and tiller
 of the soil. Sickened by the luxury
 showered upon her by her husband,
 his mansions, his IA automobiles, his
 diamonds, and other contraptions of
 wealth; we are now treated to the
 novelty of Mrs. Louis A. Bryan giv-
 ing up everything for the sake of the
 more modest and simple environment
 of her fathers home.
 Simultaneously comes the announce
 ment of the abandonment of society
 for the repose of nunnery by Mrs. Gertrude Halle Lannon, a wealthy
 widow who says she has played the
 whole game and found it superficial, vapid and empty. Disposing of her home, and it's expensive furnishings and bidding the world adfeu she now
 wears the sombre garb of a novice and in the solitude of the conventua1 cell seeks the bromide she needs for her racked nerves and mental discon- tent with the artificialities of life.
 In like manner and for a like reason, Marie Hirst, the beautiful daughter of a doting and wealthy father seeks g. similar asylum. What is the mat ter with society, asks the sociologist? Is the pace only for the swift and strong? And not for the frail of heart and the sensitive who find the going killing and not worth the while?
 Tn the belief that most of the disease germs of the city are disseminated by it's homeless cats and dogs, strenu- ous round up of these stray animals is being made under the auspices of Cruelty to Animals. In the last S1 days the society announces that 1t has put to death 113,1s6 of them, by asphy- xiation at it's shelter on the river front and that from now on it will end l the activities of an average of 1,400 of l the itinerants a day
 Not until the society furnished the | figures of it's work for the last three l months. did New York realize that it | harbored such an army of cats and 1 dogs. At this rate the sleepless inn a zine there must be millions of them | roaming uncaptured about the back | ward fences, streets and cellars, who | make the night hideous with their songs, their laughter and their fam- fly quarrels.