Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-15
TRUTH ABOUT WOMEN
AS SEEN BY WRITER
E. Phillips Oppenheim's Conclusions
Expected to Bring Storm of
Criticism and Objection.

spooned ealdrun of political party expe-
diency! The member of Parliament
signs over their ashes, develops new
pompoSity and orders white edgines to
his waistcoats. Even Lady Aston would
be better out of 1t.
Art and Literature.
There remain art and literature.
These, at least, in life are automatic.
Genius knows no sex and all doors are
open. Count for yourselves how many
women have lifted the curtain 10 dis
close the immortal treasures of the
world beyond the eyes. Music! Her
fingers are capable. She has sat through
the melody-changing years side-by-side
with Wagner. Schumann and Beethoven.
She has the ear, the spirit of receptiyity,
the leisure to develop such STRINGS as
she may feel of genius. What she has
done she has done.
Literaturel What do my bookshelves
lack, wonder? start there In my
left-hand corner nearest my easy chair
and make lettering progress. Shake
speare, Borrow, johnson, Shelley, Keats,
Byron, Defoe, Browning, Elizabeth Bar
rett Browning, Walter Pater, Ceryantes,
De Quincy, Hazlitt, Lamb, LIE Gall
lienne, Galsworthy, William Morris,
Conrad, o. Henry, Ruskin, Swinburne,
Tennyson, Milton, Carlyle, Thackeray,
SURELY.
But how selfishly masculine.
Times Are Changing.
The times are changing. Perhaps.
But to what extent? Rebecca West may
plunge from the rocks of Antilles into
the warm south seas hand-in-hand with
Bernard Shaw, his fellow in genius,
although in minor details she may seem,
In comparison, TO be little overlooked.
RIIt alfhOl.Of IL fc he rrtIt ~
the day TO deny it, there are many
Bernard Shaws and very few Rebecca
Vests. We humble and earnest readers
bow the knee to Sheila Kay-Smith, TO
Mary Borden, to Tennyson Jesse-and
others. But on count, If we are driven
to count, our sex wins This is not q
boast. This is our apologize for refusing
TO accept the sacrifice which women, by
their desire to participate in our daily
bTeadwinnipg, would force upon us.
IL is lackneyed gesture to bid one
look into the past. But what a glorious,
a colorful, q magnificent past! We are
slipping downward through the ages and
even the optimist Is beginning to glance
sideways into the abyss and order his
eggs and bacon for tomorrow. But what
about this feminist business IN the only
sure home of hope and philosophy
history Of the past, history pointing
forward? For women the glorious wars
Of ancient times have been fought, the
triumphant Had of the world set TO
music.
Brief Interlude.
With that brief interlude of the
Renaissance, when the mighty after
glow of religious fervor following upon
the birth Of Christ swept the world with
new and, alas, too soon exhausted
emotion, the worship of women has been
the inspiration of all genius which has
flowed from the hearts and souls of the
artist whose task and joy it has been
TO beauttfy the changing world 1t will
always be so, even though a sex revolu-
ton should paralyze our social struc-
ture. It does not matter about the
STubes. Men are still carrying and win
forever carry the Sordid burdens of the
world. But how wonderful when wona-
ans nimbler brain realizes, sympathizes
and helpsl
Woman-the helpmatel So old-fash-
Toned! So eternaliy true.
Mantle provider, carrying out the
law Of nature. So hackneyed. So IN
Only externals change. In all prob
ability our descendants win be swinging
Their toys and sprouting very much the
same opinions in the playground of life
2 million years hence.