Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-17

prevailing mode and takes decent
care of her skin. And, further, IL
girl is affected with irremediably
sallow cheeks or colorless lips or a
lack of eyebrows l would hasten to
say: Get thee to a beauty parlor.
naid, and repair the defects. But
artistically, remember; always ar
tistically."
That is one reason why the
Chicken Is blot upon our civiliza-
tion. There are two, but the one
under immediate consideration is
that she sins against Art.
Nine times out of ten her fresh.
fair complexion no more needs
rouge than does q tea rose. Neither
do her lips require that sticky car
mine smear. BY adopting such un-
necessary adjuncts she makes of
herself a caricature. Youth needs
no masks.
The changing fashions of dress
often seem strange to us; but cas-
the creations of great designers they
have undeniable lines of beauty.
Worn on the stage by actresses who
know how to present them with
restraint and good taste, even the
most extreme styles appear charm
ing. But the Chicken knows moth
ing of such sophistications as re-
straint and good taste. She takes
fashion's steepest grades on "hngh,"
and so she becomes a joke, a distor-'
ton, a vulgarism.
Why is it then that her tribe so
rapidly increases? A few years ago
she appeared only on Broadway, and
now she is indigenous to every town
which has cement sidewalks and a
Nickeleum.
Tho N 1inc in
perity which has spread over. the
country Parents, instead of insist
ing that their young daughters adopt
some occupation, are allowing them
to lead absolutely inane and idle
lives interested only in the search
for some trifling amusement. simply
because the family finances permit
ih and in DIFFERENCE to the outworn
traditions of what constitutes a day.
And since Satan finds some mis-
chief still for idle hands to do, it
IL inevitable that the girl should
drift aimlessly into that daily prom
enade along Main street, up and
down, day after day, exchanging
slangy banter with the boys she
passes, a target for ogling eyes.
If l were your fairy godmother,
little Chicken, my good wish for you
would not be that you should be less
There, are wider paths than the
Chicken run" of Main street. There
are deeper thoughts than any you
can gather from Mayme and Edythe
and Flossie of the Chicken brigade.
You may say, 81 don't see any
thing to do" There is this at least:
Improve and cultivate your mind.
Learn to let your heart beat in
unison with the great, suffering
heart ~ 81
throbbing now with the emotions
and aspirations which are stirring
mankind. Train your bodies to be
strong and beautiful, instead of dis
tcrting and weakening them. For,
with a world at war, the day may
come when you will need all your
strength and all your discipline.
Let me quote you a page that
impressed itself on my memory
rectly.
I'VE are of race of women that
of old knew no fear and feared no
death; and If to-day some of us
have fallen on evil and degenerate
times, there moves in us yet the
throb of the old blood. If it be to-
day on no physical battlefield that
we stand beside our men, and on no
march through an external forest or
morass that we have to lead, it is
yet the old spirit which undimmed
by two thousand years stirs within
us in deeper and subtler ways, it is
yet the cry of the old, free woman
which makes the world to-day.
Though the battle be now for us all
in the laboratory or the workshop,
in the forum or the study, in the as
sembly and in the mart, with the
pen and not the sword, of the head
and not the arm, we still stand side
by side with the men we love-to
dare with them in war. and to suf-
fer with them in peace"