The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1923-02-01
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Ursula Trent
By " l. George
coDyrirht. 1891. ~ Harpsr 4 Brothers


A man said 10 me once Il vas
manicuring him them. TO be a hus-
band Is wbole-time job" And
thought. TO be a woman b a whole
time job" Yet am not sorry that
] was born woman. When think
how often some girl has sairto me.
"oh. wish ! were a man" and how
il has never happened 10 a man 20
Say 10 me that he wished be were a
woman, cannot help feeling that
women don't understand what they
can get out Of themselves. They
don't dare. suppose. To an intelli-
gent woman who's not too ugly men
are the white sheet OF paper on which
We write cur lives
These have been good years for
women, the years | remember ] am
lucky TO havs been born in time 70
see great war. TO see history made
obvious ana glad To have lived and
10 be living In days OF speed and
force when. al ons looks for a meta
phor. one doesn't see life as a heron
rising from the marsh and drawing
across pallid sky the ellIptical curve
Of his flight: my period is like a
cinema; things rush TO blot one an
other out And life Is like a ground
mist that an ever-changing wind
molds and dispels
I look thru my latiicfd window at
the hollyhocks that stoop like very
young girls that have grown too fast,
and tell myself thu, these nine years
were worth II. all the pain and the
uncertainty. for was in tune with
my time.
What a tumble life isl II all ciots
up: the manicure parlor. my nursery
at Cher Court, London Bridge and
A y C's underground dancing rooms
with purple ceilings spangied with
stars. who're rough music lets frai
despair emerge from It's jaxxian joi-
lily. bits OF blue sky spaftered with
white rnrs Of cloud sbove green
hedges and in the middle. as the
master Of Juggernaut. PiccadiIly Cir.
Gus. The vortex Of London. ! got out.
Am sorry that got ont into Peace
Harbor7 I've settled down. But can
one settle down.
II
How badly I've put all this. Blu,
who can describe the picture that Is
made Of colored glass In a kaieido-
acopef Yet I'm intelligent often !
Wish I'd been educated. II isn't
enough to be intelligent and Frauiein
used 20 say that tho / learned
easily there was no knowing what ]
wouldn't forget. She thought me a
queer child Lots Of people have said
that; they've called me cure. eau
ton. deep one. A young man whose
name ] have forgotten. with pretty
face like a soap advertisement. and a
golden unussache like a fixatif adver-
,isemen,. and neat little clothes
well. never mind the other advertise.
ments called me singular
young person. ] suppose he meant
was feminine. We puzzle them Nc
wonder. when reflect how they
puzzle us But they confess their
perplexity and we don't; that's our
strength. l suppose,
Yes, I'm intelligent. I'm also pretty
I'm neither very vain nor very
scheming nor untruthful II can heir
It, And. like ordinary people. can
play with big emotions in small
way. I've got small failings: I car
be petty. bad tempered. slack. unrea-
sonable. and know II, and go on al
the same. That's because I'm intelli-
gent: but sometimes l wish ! were
educated. Life seems so much easier
for the educated: they trot along
their educated tunes and in the end
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