The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-07-15

interviewed the wife Of a presluehtlal VyYTIAT every woman in the United W States wants to know just now
 w might be embodied in a single question: What is Mrs. Woodrow Wilson like?
 Mrs. Wilson is a brown-haired woman Her eyes are brown and very sweet ana large. They are saved from too much sweetness by highly arched and witty eyebrows. You never saw stupid wo- man with an arched eyebrow. Her 1ea- lures are small and regular-they sug- gest, in fact, Victorian miniature, Her figure is matronly in the sense that stat ues of Livia and Agrippina are matroh- ly, but not as the word is usually eIn- ployed to convey the idea of fatness as as possible.
 Mrs. Wilson's favorite poet is Wofos- worth, and, strangely enough, the last verse of the famous lines beginning She was a phantom of delight" might have been written to or about her.
 And now I see with eyes serene
 The very pulse of the machine;
 A being breathing thoughtful breath;
 A traVeler DeIWetH liiS anu "SeNN'A,
 The reason firm, the temperate Will,
 Endurance, foresight, strength and
 skill;
 A perfect woman, nobly planned
 To warn, to comfort and command
 And yet a spirit still and bright
 With something of angelic light.
 I am no enthusiast Once upon time I interviewed the wife of Presidential candidate, and when I came away l wanted to summarize my impressions In four words-She is a cook. l wish l had.
 But to emphasize the quality of Mrs. Wilson's gentleness and high breeding IS to do it ansinjustice. One might as well exclaim over the perfume of tea rose.
 The tea rose reaches it's perfection .n southern gardens, and so does the tea rose woman, of whom Mrs. Wilson, daughter of Savannah, Ga, is an ex- quisite type.
 Incidentally. Mrs. Wilson's favorite di- version is the making of q garden. She tells you that soon after you meet her' but you cannot be long in the Wilson home without realizing that, exquisite as her gardens at Princeton and at Sea Girt may be, she has done her very best eardening in the rosebud garden of girls and would take first prize in any floral exhibition with Margaret, Jessie and Eli nor, the three charming young daughters of the Wilson family, who Mrs. Wilson tells you laughingly were 'all born at the same time" and then explains that a difference of IS, or maybe it's It, months separates the daughters from each other.
 The ground floor of the Little White House" is one enormous room done in green and pale yellow. Classic bas re- liefs are hung at intervals along the wall of the stairway that winds from sort of gallery above The books on the cen tre table have been read to pieces. In one corner the Winged Victory of Sa- mothrace presides Who knows but that our late political history may know her as the Winged Victory of Sea Girt?
 Are you interested in women's clubs?" I asked.
 T belong to a club" Mrs. Wilson an- swered, but I am not what is generally called a clubwoman. I am chairman of the art and music committee of the Present-Day Club of Princeton, which is included in the federation. Perhaps, be- cause we are in a college town, we have been able to get the best speakers on sociological topics for nothing, or almost nothing. The club. like other associa- tions of women today, is interested prin- cipally in questions of social reform. Isn't .uplift' the usual word? Formerly our clubs were too dilettante, too much devoted to art and literature, but now they are intensely practical"
 And suffrage?" I inquired.
 Mrs. Wilson smiled and with a plump. white hand smoothed the soft green draperies of her gown.
 There are all shades of suffrage opn- ion in the family" she replied.
 .'When I think of the value as a wea- pon it might have for~the large num- Der of women who earn their own liv-
 ing, I am inclined to favor it. When l consider its possible effect on the larger interests of society as a whole l am not so sure. One of my daughters is suf- fragist Which one? I won't tell you. She might not like it."
 Mrs Wilson remained firm in her de- termination not to divulge the secret or the identity of the suffragist of the fam fly. But the. finger of suspicion and com mendation points to the brunette daugh- ter, Miss Elinor.
 '"The continuance of women m hdus- try seems to be inevitable Mrs. Wilson added. s'and I am interested in every thing which will tend to obtain for them shorter hours and better conditions Of work I have been described as wo- man of the old south, but the old south is today very new. Though l was born in Savannah, I grew up in the little Georgia town of Rome, and when l go back there now I meet constantly the friends I knew as a girl. and they are nearly all doing something-teaching or following the other professions in which women are so successful. And I am very proud of them and of all American women.
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