The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-08-09
By Arthur T. Vance, Editor Of
Pictorial Review

This a straight from the shoulder
talk TO the fathers of young girls.
We hope mothers will read 1t also,
but we want them to pass 1t on to
their husbands without fail. The
American father needs jolt. And
this a Jolt handed from one father
TO another.
Pictorial Review is not given to de-
ploring the passing Of the good old
DAYS We believe that many de-
cayed and useless customs have been
cast aside, and that today carries
much to admire and rejoice over.
But we have made mistake in let
ting our girls grow up too fast. There
is ne Their meekness nor shadow in
the eyes of Miss Sixteen today. Mel
Their is she exactly what you would
call sweet " She Is smart" and
amusing, but she does not bring
tremulous smile to the lir~ of old
age nor fiji the hearts of men, young
and old, with the fine old desire to
protect and screen her from all that
might hurt or contaminate. Her eyes
invite and challenge. Her bearing an
nounces an independence that is too
assertive. There Is nothing reldct-
ant about her feet. Rather they
press eagerly toward the dress. man
ners, customs and pleasures designed
for those who have plucked ripe fruit
from the Tree of knowledge.
We men are proud OF this new
girls spirit of her achievements In
the classroom. of her resourcefulness
and adaptability when economic con
ditions force her into our factories,
stores and Offices We smile at her
good humoredly and say, GO to It,
grille" when she elbows her way in
10 the crowded lunch room or troll
ley. But we miss the shadow in her
eyes. the lily in her hand and we do
not like to think of her as wife
for our son. If we stop to analyze
her position in the general scheme
OF life We think vaguely that she be-
longs in a class of her own, the class
that must hold its own in the stern
worka-day world. Perhaps in pre-.
pairing their daughters for the grind
ing, pitiless contact with those who
toll, parents have taught girls at once
too much and too little-too much
OF how to protect themselves rom ev.
n in others too little of how to fee
the evil in self. And so, Haunting her
preparedness, this type OF girl throws
OFF the mysterious veil of maidenhood
melting into womanhood
We are sorry for this girl sorry
for her parents, and we say smugly
to ourselves that we are gIad our
daughters are not as this poor, world
worn title creature. That Is because
we really do not know our own daugh
tiers. We have not time to follow
our girls into what we fondly be
iieye 30 be sheltered, refined life.
Suppose some of you fathers put
market prices into the background
and for a few hours walk the shell.
tered path which you imagine your
hard earned dollars provide for your
daughters,
Your daughte', Mr.. Grain Merch-
ant, has been invited TO spend the
week end with the family of your
towns leading banker at their place
on the lake. You are rather set up
by the invitation The bankers fam
lily are social leaders. You do not
worry about what sort OF entertain
ment your daughter will share. Let
me give you an idea Of the modern
week end party,
A musician recently told me OF his
experience at the country house of
n successful real estate operator.
He was asked to dedicate a costly
new organ which the host had install.
ed in his magnificent stone mansion.
The guests included the real estate
mans sons, daughters grandchildren
and near neighbors. The affair was
quite informal, and the musician soon
found that the organ had little at
traction for the guests II was only
grandpa's fad. Rarely had this man
handled a finer organ, so he played
the program with enthusiasm; but his
audience scattered with evident re-
lief.
The older men and women drifted
TO the card room to play bridge. Here
az intervals servants passed highly
seasoned food and sparkling drinks.
The younger element, varying in age
from fifteen to twenty, begged the
musician to abandon the organ for
the piano, Bach and Handel for rag.
time, and they were soon wrlthing