The evening world., 1911-12-29
CorneHa A. P. Conner
Scathes the Discon.
tented, Nervous Type
Of To-Day and Says:
"Facins Them, One
Wonders If Race Suicide
Is Not One Of Nature's
Merciful Dcvices."
Life Is Being
Pervaded BY "Brutes
With LnteNects" Whose
Basis Of Social Prefer.
encc Is Money-And the
Lady Now Must Be
Either Martha or Mary.
Marguerite M00ers Marshall.
what has become Of the OLD.
seshionsd LADY, what aess her ais
sppearanos msan9 70 she NO longer
needed In the world, Ana shall NJ
svsr Zee her like againS~

appearance msan7 70 she no longer
needed 1 the world, aaA SHAH W
evsr see her like sgainS~
Cornelia A. p. Conner asks these uues.
lions in the current number Of the Al.
lantic Monthly. answering them herself
In the title Of her article, Tho VANISH
ing Lady,. And really even the word
itself has lost Its fine old connotations.
MOST or US moderns arise In our furi-
Gus self-respect and name ourselves
We are noted for our minds,
our missions, QUE materialism-but sell
dom FOR our manners. In fact, We don't
even want to be called 'ladylike."
Miss Conner. at least, regrets the
change.
she was dauntless and sweet, that
old-fashioned Lady" the writer mourns.
She was witty but tender: as notable
a housewife as a hostess; full of gentle
concern for others. with mind ever at
leisure for their affairs and a heart
whose sympathy was instantaneous in
their ser vice.
ONE WHOM THE WORLD CAN No
LONGER HARM.
"She stimulated and she soothed.
Fine. complicated and interesting as the
old lace and finely wrought gold she
delighted TO year.. she was q very
precious piece Of porcelain. The brill
liant. soft daugerreotype that has pre-
served her early likeness for us lid
not idealize her beyond her Just due.
Perhaps the intimate secret Of her In
fiuence was the impression she rave Of
n whose heart 10 fixed, one whom the
world can no longer harm"
Over against this "daguerreotype' Miss
Conner sets the latest cabinet photo.
graph Of the 'neo-pagan women" .,
to-day.
zone cannot travel far In those
days without being alled with won.
der 1t h vast numbers Of these
women roaming the continent.
They are usually Of . wtlSul sat.
ness, with flesh kept firm b. the
.ssssuss; their brows are lowering
ana there - the perpetual hint Of
hardness In their faces; their apparel
10 exceedingly good, but tAsar man.
nSrs are ungsntle. their voaoss
harsh ana disooutsntsA; there 70 no
Light in their eyes,. NO charm OF
softusss in their presence. They
ere nttinS mates, perhaps, for the
abls-bodisd pagaus who are over.
running the earth, but hardly suit.
able nurses for . generation that
mast redeem a. from massr1alism,
Il indeed We ere 70 bs % redeemed.
Pacing them. one wonders II rsos
suicide 10 not one Of nat. o. msroi.
ful devices.
The lady of leisure no longer has
any leisure. She races from one thing
to another beginning with card parties
soon after breakfast) like a hunted
hare. When she rides for pleasure her
Joy consists IN going . fast that It Il
impossible to see anything but the
speedometer. and she often talks 30
rapidly that there Is no opportunity for
. response. She has no time to read.
or converse. or think. or grow-you
know those were the uses of leisure
once!"
PLAIN TRUTH ABOUT THE LADY