Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-04
By WINIFRED BLACK.

90 it Is immoral to save your
y money, is it, Professor Patten,
of the University of Pennsyl-
vania? 1t is wicked to wear a
fifty cent hat when you could get
a ten dollar one just as easy as
anything if you'd only borrow the
money to do it? OF course, it is
not always easy to find one to lend
you that money the very day the
hat is marked down from fourteen
seventy-five but still, poor girls
have a moral obligation to dress
we'll
1t is naughty to wear shabby
clothes. Professor Patten says so,
so of course it must be true
What if She Did Skimp!
What YOU ought to do, little wom-
an, you there in the shabby coat;
dear, dear. look at those tight
sleeves, and nobody wears anything
but the kimono effect this year;
what you ought to do is to stop
payments on that bit of insurance
you are trying to provide for the
children in case that cough Of yours
should get worse this winter. What
does it matter about the children;
who cares for them but you, and
you ought not to care, so Profess
sor Patten thinks. No, indeed, not
a whit?
What is Johnnie to you, and why
should you always be thinking of
little Katie and what she has to
wear?
Worse than that, it's wicked,
downright wicked; didn't you hear
the professor say SO?
You mustn't think of the chill
dren, you mustn't think of the old
mother who depends on you for
bread
What if the old mother did
scrimp and save to get you your
first party dress, what if she sat
UP nearly all night to get that
graduation frock done in time for
you? When you told her you were
going to be married she cried lit
tie, but she kissed you, too, and
wished you WELL you that We're the
core of her heart, you who were
leaving her for a light hearted
stranger with a rowing and a merry
eye.
And now the light-hearted stran-
ger has left you with your children
hanging about your neck, and she
has come to help you take decent
care of them. come through the
hunger and the cold and the dis
lance, just as she came through
the dark when you were little and
cried out to her in the night.
Well, maybe it's all your own
fault the husband going away like
this. Perhaps if you had worn
nice ten-dollar hat he wouldn't
have done it. Men are such SEN
sitive things, so easily affected by
every little bow of ribbon, every
dancing feather that whiffets in
the wind. You must always re-
member to look pretty-or they'll
forget to love you.
Ism t It a Great Joke?
And that is the important thing
to keep the love and alteration of
the man who will leave you at the
beck of a slender finger.
And it is so easy, this alteration
business; all you have to do is to
look pretty every minute, tired or
i'll or hungry or cold, or, sick at
heart, or maddened with the bit
ter injustice of the world, look
pretty, look pretty-or you lose all
there is to live for.
Tut, tut! What a silly little wom-
an to forget that Why, the f1aunt-
ing grl down there at the corner
could have told you that: she's
known it ever since she could make
eyes.
What, too busy? Busy-at what,
pray tell? Mending little stock
ings and patching little frocks?
Turning your old dress to make a
new one for little Kate? Buying
ten cents worth of round steak and