Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-08-04

IHA perhaps because they have more
spectacular opportunities OF show
- ~ ing IT, Reporters invariably
ask the feminine traveller, "How can YOU
a woman-do these journeys?" and there .
a blend Of surprise and dtsapprovl in their
masculine voices. always answer-1t's be-
cause I'm a woman that can do them"
Women ought to make good explorers, because
they haven't enough dull common sense to know
when they're beaten. Their imagination will
always show them just one possible or 1mpossl-
bic way out.
The bravest thing ever saw done was not
mt all spectacular. 1t was In the Australian
bush, where little mouse Of . woman, with
noudeScript coloring and Q nondeScript mind,
ran q somewhat untidy farm with an over
worked and under-nourished husband.
They never had time to do anything, because
shearing. or branding, or lamhing claimed all
their attention. They hadn't time to eat, or
sleep. or wash enough. Their whole world, their
whole outlook on life, was summarized in the
one word sheep"
THEN one day. the only child, aged six, got
diphtheria The nearest doctor was 311
miles away, over rough downland and through
bIuegum woods. As usual, the parents heSi-
tated.
AT last, when it was almost certainly useless,
the man started Of in his car to get the doctor.
It would take SO hours at least, probably more.
The child got rapidly worse. It could hardly
breathe. The mother duttered around, pitifully
indecisive. spoke Of tracheotomy. IF the
doctor comes In time" added.
The woman stiffened. "Do you know the
placer" she asked In voice that was suddenly
firm
mo" returned hastily.
She ran finger down the childs throat,
which was contorted In the effort to breathe.
asY IL - oh mnfN nynlv nko
With the utmost precision she sterilized .
penknife and hairpin. you must hold him."
she directed.
did, but with my eyes shut.
Unfaltering, she opened . passage, washed
It. and held it open with the hairpin. I was
frankly terrified, imagining (aged 20) that the
boy would die and should be an accessory
to murder.
On the contrary, the child's breathing grew
easier. When the doctor arrived, the first thing
he did was to congratulate the mother. "But
of course, you've seen the operation done? You
must have been in hospital"
She shook her head.
mo" she said "I read Of it, that's an
Within the next few minutes she'd upset
half dozen things, blundered into table, be-
haved 50 clumsily, displayed such trembling
hands that couldn't recognize her as the sure
fingered surgeon Of few hours before.
MOST Of woman's heroism is matter Of
love. Mans is inspired by patriotism or
mere habit, by lack Of imagination, q good
digestion, and perhaps, above all, by sport.
What sacrifices has masculine vanity not laid
at the clay feet Of his idols-big-ga game hunting,
Steeple-chasing, flying? I have seen many a
croSs-country rider, and not few pilots, white
Tipped at the start
In Tripolitana the Italian government pro-
vided me with q small S. +. A. machine, in
order that might ny over some ruins Of which
was writing. When arrived at the aero
drome the usual pilot was away. The superin-
tendent casually ordered q wan youth to take
me up We wobbled horribly in our flight,
though there was no wind. I inquired the
reason apologizing for my anxiety by saying:
'.You see, I've never been up in this kind Of
machine before"
Neither have T." retorted the pilot,
gloomily.
- .TWhy on earth didn't you say so in the
-aerodEeme2" l. gaSped.,l &c.. .s
The fellows would have thought was
afraid" he returned, half-suIkily.