The Detroit times., 1911-08-18
MYRTLE REED
COMMITS SUICIDE
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informed OF the death until three
hours after IL had occurred.
The family physician, DIR. Newton
ID. Lee, said:
Mrs. McCullough had been troubled
with insomnia for some time, and !
understand that she had been using
sleeping powders. She died from an
overdose OF some drug, and probably
il WAS the one she had been using To-
induce slImber."
There was a pretty romance COLI
nected with her marriage to Mr.. Nc
Cullough, a romance that some said
was cleverly described In her story,
"A Spinner OF the Sum-" published
about the time of her marriage in
-906.
Miss Reed-as she then was-was
in her girlhood days one OF the edt
tors OF the Voice, published by the
pupils at the West Division High
school James Sidney Mccullough
was editor Of college paper in Tor
onto, Canada The Voice was on his
exchange list. He admired the writ
ings OF Miss Reed and a correspond
ence betwcn the two, that ensued Tor
q number cf years, was opened.
In 1906, Miss Reed and Mr.. McCul-
Tough, who had by that time made
Chicago nis home, slipped away
quietly 10 Grand Haven, Mich, and
were married.
Mrs. Mccullough entertained some
original ideas on the subject of the
"sterner sex" IL has been her de-
light to poke good-natured fun at the
opposite sex. For instance, she has
written:
Is the average man only a little
better than the mushroom; at his best
a delicacy; at his worst a poison
Most wives are expected to run a
porterhouse steak establishment on
mutton stew allowance"
Man, the married kind, are the
greatest gold brick artists in the
world-thcir wives the easy marks"
Marriage in good many cases
Is a gold brick game In which the
man exchanges that intangible
thing called love for the wife's
real services.
Is the average man only little
better than the mushrooms; at his
best delicacy; at his worst a
poison?
Man, the married kind, are the
greatest gold brick artists in the
world. Their wives are the easy
marks.
Women Of today are virtually
caye-dwellers. They toll all day
In the little caves they call home,
while the man roams the high
ways, seeking whom he may de-
YOUR.
Woman bedecks herself with
the teeth and the hides OF wild
beasts, and never is so happy as
when she Is able to parade her
self before the world glorifed In
the feathers of some poor bird
slaughtered by a brute OF a man.
Corsets, French heels and nurs-
Ing bottles are the chains that
bind women to the husbands
chariot wheels.
Mrs. Mccullough anil her husband
were guests for some time at the Ho-
tel Cadillac I'm Detroit, about a year
ago. She wrote the novel, Master
OF the Vineyard" at that time. In an
interview on that occasion, she said:
II owe much TO my husband. He
has saved for me more than one of
my manuscripts which I was on the
verge OF destroying. His encourage
ment has found me going all over my
copy and then dispatching II to my
publisher, with the result that the
work has been a gratifying success"
c. w. and z. w. Leech, 3 Taft
ave. and rs Commonwealth-ave., re-
spectively. are relatives of Mrs. Nc
CulIough
AS Myrtle Reed, Mrs. Mccullough
wrote Lavender and Old Lace" Love
Letters of a Musician" Later Love
Letters OF a Musician, The Splnster
Book" "Pickaback Songs" The Sha-
dow Of Victory" The Masters VIC
lin AT the Sign OF the Jack of.an-
tern "A Spinner In the Sum-" Love
Affairs of Literary Men" and ether
welI.known works.