Omaha daily bee., 1920-12-12
S World
Coming to,
You Ask
BY BEATRICE FAIRFAX.


world and its people Don't yor
mp your hands and crying out:
Whats the world coming to-
Such extravaganza! Such lcence'
Such lack Of decency and dignity
and seli-,cspect, Really there seems
to be no self-respecting simple,
moral. home loving folks any
| longer" .G
Next time you find yourself in
such extreme mood as this, stop
and say to yourself some lines OF
F., kipling's which in the interests Of
, tolerance all of US would do well
to memor.ze:
And il men do me random wrong.
as many times hath Keen
shall not cherish hate too long
my hands are none too clean,
And If they do me random good, I
shall not feign surprise, ..
Remembering those whom | have
checred with roadside courtesies
(For as we give. and as we take
whatever our takinRs be
Thy people, Lord, Thy people are
| ROOQ enough LOT We.J
"Thy people Lord, Thy people are
good enough for me"--that line
would be. good prccept for most
Of US to learn and remember in
these days when SO many OF us are
swept off our feet BY the urge OF
living and so many Of the rest OF
us stand looking on and regretting
the actual debauchery we see al.
about US.
After all, the human race is only
trihing matter Of $4,000 years old
in world which has been millions
OF years evolving to ITS present state
of habitability. The human race is
young Modern science says tha,
each of US has in his being germs OF
all the animal life which has been
constantly evolving on this earth O.
ours as It became habitable and
capable of supporting life.
| This young race Of ours has gone
/ pretty far and done pretty well. We
have--and justifiably--a spiritual
ideal. But we are animals who
have learned to stand upright to
govern ourselves and to light fires
and make laws and communicate in
speech. If we slip back new AMI
then and show traces Of the animal
from which we've evolved, why be
hypocritical or phar':aieal or cruel
about it?
| 1t is in our fairness to each other
that we show most clearly that we
are capable OF reasoning. We don.
have to judge by appearances. We
don't have to trust entirely to TIL.
evidence OF our eyes and ears. We
can look beyond sight and sound
and even beyond sens, and judge by
what we know was meant.
Ever judge men by their aspira-
| tion?" asked great poet. For the
moment of aspiration and dreaming
is only moment--it tells Of where
the man who dreamed and aspred
is capable Of going if he develops
to the uttermost. If he doesn't its
a tragedy-not a thing at which to
sneer--nct thing for which to con-
j. Silly Travesties.
Yesterday, while / was waiting
for stage. two girls came and tee
tered about at the corner where |
stood. They wore tiny, vivid hats.
which looked as if they belonged
out only under the softened lights
of evening. And more vivid than
ever under these gay, inadequate
hats which cast no kindly shadows
were their pitifully artificial COM
plexions. Cheeks giaring orangey-
pink. Chines and nose too promi-
nent because so white that they
caught all the high-iights. Lips an
ugly purplish carmine. which nature
would know better than to make.
| And i'll their tigntly-wrapped dol
| mans with tight skirts little longer
than a modest bathing suit, with
daringly open silk stockings and
regular dancing slippers, they were
| travesty OF the fashion which is
exaggerated enough, goodness
knows.
The passing men turned to ad-
mire or sneer as they read thee pit
;ful. worldly-looking little bits Of
femininity.
For a moment felt critical. Then
| | grew very sad. Those little girls
were made up to look like the GO
cottes" of the gayest, saddest city
on earth. They invited attention of
coarse, bold, wondering sort from
men. They invited it--and they'd
get it. Perhaps they knew and didn't
care; perhaps they didn't realize;
they were so pitifully young and so
pitifully cheap. They were such
tawdry limitations of what we see
everywhere today.
Men seem to like it. So women
keep on doing it. Men Of sort are
stimulated by this garish, iramodest
and altogether suggestive dressing.
And the more women do it. the
more men got used to it, and the
more decent men adjust themselves
to it. Ard the circle grows.
It's "old-fashioned" to objeet-so
say many people. It's cruel to
Judge. So say !. And today, as in
every age. and century. license and
luxury do their part to weaken the
morale of our youth, and age stands
by. helpless to make youth UNDER
stdHu tHat ueHedSy anu s"eelHeSs
have their own charm.
Where's, the world heading No
where very dreadfuf--only to the
place where. having run itself out
OF breath in pursuit OF the material
and the earth-earthy, it will turn
around and run after a new set OF
ideals. No ideals today? Plenty OF
them tomorrow. For fashions
change and individual change with
them.
We are little reckless and silly
now, Sometimes 1t hurts dreadfully.
But let's not think about il too much.
Let's not take it too seriously. Let's
turn our minds to a few ideals and
see il We can't direct the worlds at