Metropolitan news., 1935-05-31
CREAM PUFFS
AS Contracted With Women
Made OF Sterner Stuff.
By jackie Mack

There was much conversation.
The eyes of Mrs. Ouotmuch were
glowing as size held forth.
"And in Ktnsas City there is a
huge graniteJ statue dedicated TO
the pioneer dother. We stood in
the rain andk stared at it one day.
The drizzle peat upon the stern
clear-eyed, starply-drawn features
of the nothlr. riding side saddle,
her baby in : tattered old blanket,
cuddled in her arm. Her coarse
brogans were loose, as though they
had been hastily pulled on. The
bodice bosoI minus, button, was
fastened wth a huge safety pin.
Stray locks lay damply on her
forehead, an ! a scraggly one touch
ed her cheell.
sThe saw -boned nag she sat was
bent and beaten. His tail was
dragging between his legs with
the look of a whipped dog. Cookie
burs were matted thicllly in his
name. He followed the lead rope
held by the cold. weathe~ beaten
man who had his other hand rest
ing protectingly on the saddle
pommel-obviously the husband
father.
"An age-old scout with The frin-
ged leather coat and trousers Of
the plainsman walked behind, one
hand firmly gripping the worm
eaten mich notched stock of his old
musket, fingered near the trigger,
so alert was he. The other hand
shaded the eyes circled with
crows feet, that searched the
prairies. Both men were bare
foot"
Here Mrs. Nozall got in a word.
Have you seen the Pioneer Wo-
man in Rsnca City, Oklahoma p
FHg.iir,n it Seemed that no had, she
went on to describe it. "She
wears a huge sunbonnet, and coarse
shoes als0. | thing that one of
them is without a lacet. Her
dress is of rough homespun, COW
cred with large apron. Chill
dren, three of them, toddle about
her, and she hovers over them
much as a mother hen over her
brood. One hand caresses a tiny
wind-blown head.
81 think the real beauty and
strength of character however lies
in the lines of her figure. They
are softly rounded, but so firm and
sturdy. Yigor, energy, and de-
termination walk with her in that
long forceful stride. | was deep
ly moved at this tribute to the
spirit that moved the pioneer wo-
man"
"They all are so splendid,
broke in Mrs. Glabber. For me,
Pm not made of such stern stuff.
Somehow | like my comfort. | ap-
preciate VII at they did for me, but
| am conte ht to sit right here and
enjoy it. Don't you think it nice
that there tre no more worlds to
conquer? ffhe men won't go far
without the women to follow them,
and modern women are too soft,
don't you thl lnk?'
Then Mrs. Chuzzlewit: "But we
do have pio1eer women today
women who dare. What of the
women who first dared to expose
her ankle fo1 the sake of comfort :?
What courade must Irene Castle
have had to bob her hair? How
about the po Or little girls who
first wore Horts on bicycles and
tennis courtst How the women
who wore thq he oen-piece, backless,
waistless, ID almost skirtless
bathing suit must have suffered.
They certain were pioneers in wo-
mans freedoh."
"But | insist" countered Mrs.
Blatant, that they are merely ri
diculous. They are being brazen
in an effort I'd attract attention to
themselves. They feel the need
for something TO fill out their own
vacuuous pers Qualities, and they
seek to supply that something by
being notoriouA."
"she's right, She's CERTAIN
LY right" 1lhis from timid Mrs.
Tulittle, who Aeldom entered the
conversation ON the girls" She
must have felt 4he occasion deeply.
Women who first did those things
Cora mentioned placed themselves
in the same CATEGORY with present
day nudists, who fling away the
last vestige of the cherished ideals
of feminity in Il beir struggle to be
different They don't pioneer;
they merely make themselves ap-
pear asinine." A
And as | hea these middle ag-
ed girls" pgatt | wondered if we
aren't soft? lf1occurred to me
that our mothers Aand grandmoth-
ers had struggled in the fields
lending a hand VI ZEN the ploughs
were left unmannd hewing wood;
clothes; building rude
furniture; bendingv for long hours
over a loom or a quilting horse,
eking out a meage4 existence and
creating beauty WI yth scarcely no
and doinlg it without
whimper. | recalled stories of
strong women who took time out
to bear children, miles away from
care, without the gentle