New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-02-01

missionary and as heroic % suragcttcl Think what
glorious work II Is 20 convict Of their ignorance
They satirze and criticize us because they think
they know al about the fashions. they won't let us
vote because they think they know an about poll
tics, they object 20 the higher education because
they know that # we get 10 know ANYTHING well
know how little they know All their pig medicines
rests on the belief that they know II al. and any
woman who strike a blow at mans belief in his
omnsccncc IS helping the progress Of the race as much
as If She was ,orming parliament or pctitionng Con
grcss for full suffrage Then think what bliss it will be
60 live with for the rest Of your life and never hear
another ncomplulentary remark about your clothes
RIP on Sew ON. We're doing great work besides.
EVERY woman was grateful for the cover Of dark
She set forth gain the house Of her hostess
on the night Of the party; and those who able 10
keep out of the radius of an electric light doubly
blessed Mrs. Arnold was not among these lucky ones
Her home WAS on corner and an arc light threw It's
searching radiance over her porch and yard and far up
and down each street She stepped boldly ont into the
lighted space. Two little ncwsboys were gossiping to-
gcthcr Their conversation stopped they caught
sight Of her
"Gec. said Of them while the other expressed his
sentiments by shying q small stone after her.
Little Gus Mason standing under the light look
ing up at the swarms Of insects, large and small that
futtcrcd round the globe He saw Mrs. Arnold ap-
preaching. Was it Mrs Arnold: y frightened look
Nilt 'Ntl tt OIllI lace lie started prob
ably to the family Of the approaching spectacle
rs he he looked carfuy back and then ran faster.
Tidy Mrs. Augustus MasonS nurse, was sitting on
the side porch with the baby her lap 40 de LodT
she soliloquized. who is dat white oman anyhow
Look ike she's been in somebody cornfcld Robin the
skccrcrows@
An aristocratc old man paused at the corner he was
about to turn, leaned his cane, and gazed intenty
after the singulary dressed woman. Mrs. Arnold's
checks were burning. She thought regretfully Of the
evening wrap that she had decided not to wear because
il was such short way to Mrs Brown and the evening
She hurried the and reached
the friendly shadows OF some trees just as auto
WhiZzcd past.
Il know exactly how the Lady Godiva felt she muir
INJURED as she slipped into Mrs. Browns by a side en-
trance and ran up the back stairway.
THE men arrived promptly and were tremendously
ushcred upstairs to a dressing room, and in a few
moments were summoned down again.
At the parlor door they paused abruptly. The
affable smile faded into look Of blank amaze.
ment as one by one they gained full view Of the
receiving line.
There stood line Of matrons arrayed in the
cast-off garments Of dead day queer medley
Of clothes was the only thing first APPARENT
tight sleeves, baggy sleeves basques, polonases,
ovcrskirtS with dreadful draping ruilcs hounces,
knife plaits box paits bustlcs queer little bon
u nets tied under the chin with wisps Of velvet,
funny little hats with little or no crown and not
much brim-all those unfortunate experiments
that Dame Fashion tries on woman, and, finding
them insists and failures casts into the rag bag Of
the passing years. And at the end Of the old
clothcs line, as Mrs Smith called it, stood Mrs
Davidson in Quaker garb.
Il was like looking into a magic mirror that
showed dssoying views Of FASHIONS whims and
So completely were the women eclpsed by their
strange clothes that the husbands had some diff