Pine Bluff daily graphic. (Pine Bluff, Ark.) 1893-1942, 1916-11-09

| " VI iVi u" IL nome, nef interests
were few and circumscribed but to-
day. no longer limited to one or two
nannels into which she NAV pour
| her energies, she stands out, clear
eyed, nigh proved, confident and re-
sonFceful product Of this, the most
glorious age for woman in the history
Of the world.
The brick oven has made way for
the Majestic range and the fireless
cooker; the tallow dip has flickered
and expired, from sheer modification.
IN the presence of the gilded electro
her; the feather buster has been
routed by the Vacuum Cleaner; the
crude themes Of The Maiden's
Prayer and THE Cornflower Waltz"
have been superseded by the stately
sfeppings Of Brahms concerto and
the tortuons harmonies of DeBussy,
in the high places, yea, in the very
highest place, within the gift of the
i American people, sits another
Southern gentleWoman; and between
The reign Of Virgin;a's daughter.
Dolly Todd Madison, with her be,
rnffled and distended skirts, and the
administration Of Virginia's other
daughter, Mrs. Woodrow Wilson, with
her clinging draperies and her tailor
ed gowns, stretches the span Of years
that separates the Old South from
the New
DO we, in the glitter of this new
civilization, forget the radiance of the
old? No, thousand times no. and
neither should we, in our loyalty to
those ne'er- be- forgotten days, be
numbered among those noisey de-
weakened Influence, and dub her a
parasite and butterfly
We have, unanimously, lauded our
grandmothers for their economy
their thrift and their self-sacrifid,,
and not possibly beyond their deserts.
Far be ii from me to pluck the small
est jewel from their crowns. When
hear from my grandmother's own
lips of how she scraped lint and made
bandages, and how, through all those
years of tears and anguish the women
Of the Confederacy labored and loved
and suffered. ] am not surprised that
the Southern soldier would face
death or wade through blood for Il
sweet half-hour with one of them
Their names are written on banners
of glory, and their deeds of devotion
will immortalize them forever, but in
paying tribute to them, We must not
fail to recognize and appreciate the
act accomplishments Of their daughters
of today.
The woman of the New South
| What a glorious creature she is
physically. If sunlight and fresh air
and exercise are beauty makers then
this woman ought to be the best yet /;
for, whether it be golf. or tennis, a
limousine or a yacht, whether she
drives her own car, or is driven by a
liveried coachman. she spends much
time in Gods great out of doors, and
her eve is bright, her hopes are
bounding, and her whole being radi-
ant with health and happiness
Mentally, what hath she not &C com
plished in the last decade, with her
wider horizon and her increased op.
portunities?
She talks-of course she talks-not
so much about pickles and preserves
catnip tea and soothing syrup, but
about sanitary households, appetizine
strength giving foods, schools anf
cities beautiful, parks and play
grounds.
She can discuss kings and queens
empires and republics, civics anf
ethics; yet, prophylactics, diatetics
and homiletics, and in such a way
that her husband has come to believe
that, after all, she has logica
faculty.
She is no longer mans plaything
but his playmate, and with mutua
tastes in books and recreation, mutua
hobbies-whether they be whist o.
comic opera, Mark Twain or amateur
photography, politics or what not
today husband and wife stand side b!
side and there is Qongeniality o
head and heart never before possible
His ambitions are her ambitions
not just emotionally ard inspiration
ally, but intellectually and collabora
lively. She is his real mate il
thought, word and deed, and in this
free masonry of comradeship, they g
forth as God mean them two parts D
one divinely ordained whole
l once knew a man, who neve
tired OF singing the praises of the oil
fashioned woman: that dear unso
phisticated little thing, not spoiled b.
cleverness, who had never heard o
Bernard Shaw, and who though
Materlinck was new brand of sau
sage, and Echopenhauer an etude or
h waltz movement. Well, he met an
married one of these adorable drea
lures, yet I have never seen a NOR
pathetic figures than this man, who
after he had cotton off some neat an
flashing epigram or some especial
bright bit of repartee, his little wifi
would glance up from sewing ant
4 with a perfectly blank face, say
I "well is that all?"
Fl Could you blame him, oh my sister
of this new regime, could you blam
+ him. if, after that, he rushed out |
{ search of a club and real dompar
+ ion to whom he might tell his storie
{ and ease his soul over consolin