Life — January 3, 1907 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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Long, is so much a victim of the artistic temperament that not only does it find expression in prose poems and cherry- blossom drama, but it also flaunts itself ina gracefully disheveled bang, in quaint- ly worded letters of rare preciosity; and he, like Oliver Herford, carries his mou- chvir in his cuff. Clyde Fitch’s pose, or perhaps it were kinder to say his weakness, is “‘atmos- phere.” He has to have the proper en- vironment at any cost. Whenever he so- journs abroad, be it in Mayfairor Capri, his temporary establishment must dis- play the familiar features of his house- hold gods, even to the matter of furniture. Jack London, on the other hand, must “get next” to nature and a flannel shirt, if he is truthfully to record the heart throbs of primordial things. Alfred Henry Lewis has been taken with the disease in a peculiar form. He writes all night, peruses the morning paper and then goes to bed. In this way, he naively tells us, he gets his work done ; as otherwise, being a very sociable man, he would frivol away the golden hours. ‘This plan does not mean that Mr. Lewis, living in New York, need necessarily lead a lonely life, as the owls at Herald Square can testify. Josephine Dodge Daskam displayed temperamental idiosyncrasies even before her talented pen attracted a wide audi- At Smith College she used to ade the campus carrying a large French doll, apparently in a_ perve desire to be thought ‘‘queer.”” At present she is engrossed in an attempt to solvé the weighty problems of domestic econ- omy by cooperative methods, in which a community cow and a unanimously patronized grocer play vital parts. Perhaps the most virulent attack of temperamental fever is that which has laid low a certain young Parlor Socialist who recently married a kindred spirit—a Russian girl of advanced ideas—even more advanced, indeed, than those of Mrs. Parsons, who advocates trial mar- riages. This Parlor Socialist believes that marriage is an alliance, not a con- quest, and that the woman should not lose her identity in her husband’s name. His wife, therefore, is always introduced as Anna So-and-So, giving her maiden name. The complications and almost scandalous misapprehensions which nat- urally arise when unenlightened stran- gers are present have already driven three A NEW WINTER SPORT JOUN D. ROCKEFRLLER, WHO 15 VERY FOND OF SKATING, HAS A SMALL ARMY OF WORKMEN ENGAGED IN DIGGING A TOUR-ACRE LAKE ON MIS ESTATE IN A SPECIAL WATCHMAN WILE BE INSTALLED ON A TOWER NEAR-BY TO YAVORITE WINTER PASTIME GIVE WARNING OF APPROACHING INTRUDERS ¢ hostesses to the point of nervous prostra tion. The Eternal Feminine NEW critic has arisen in E He has with becoming diffidence concealed his name, and with unbecom- ing assurance christened his volume “Winged Words,” which is taking a great deal for granted. He has much that is unkind to say about artistic and educa- tional fads, and he devotes some ex- asperated pages to the characteristics of women, who dearly love to hear them- selves criticized—partly because analysis of any kind flatters their vanity, and partly because no degree of censure awakens in them any troublesome aspira- tions to reform. They may protest, they may deny, they may laugh or weep; but they never cherish the faintest aspiration to amend. The innate lawlessness of women, who seem on the surface so law-abiding, fills the author of ‘Winged Words” with deep concern. Their deviations vex his soul. If they sketch, their vertical lines slope. If they steera boat, it swerves out of its course. Their lack of punctuality is an assault upon other people's time. PON MK. ROCKEFELLER'S PRIVACY RTMAT ME MAY INDULGE IN Hts ce Vork Times ‘Their easy inroads upon their neighbors’ rights—*Women cannot be content to take their own tum at a railway booking- office window”—is a relic (though our Englishman hesitates to say so) of bar- barism. “Woman,” sighs Mr. George Meredith, ‘‘will be the last thing civilized by man”; and man makes no great head- way with the job because woman in- stinctively rejects the processes which impede her devastations. Disobedience is the law of her nature, but she has no blatant and anarchical yearnings to shout this fact from the market-place. If the author of “Winged Words” could st upon our New York docks, and watch returning citizens for one September day, he would know that the evasion of an aggressive law is as natural to a good woman as any other exercise of her pre rogatives. It would give him a clue to much that now distresses him. And it would make him angrier than ever. Agnes Repplier. “VRS. NEWBOLD has a great many diamonds, hasn’t she ?” I should say so! Before she goes to the opera, she sends for a window dresser.” “e comicbooks.com