Life — April 7, 1910 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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A Confession AM an extremely conscientious per- son. I say this with no special pride, but simply as a statement of fact. I try also to be a gentle- man in my bearing toward others % and my personal behavior. I would not willingly offend any ’ Gg human being or put any one else to any inconvenience if I could help it. I try in a large sense to do my duty toward the rest of my fellow-creatures. I bave also my beliefs and my prin- ciples. One of these is to do my duty toward others by preserving an appear- ance that shall be a credit to the com- munity and to the race of which I humble part. The point that I wish to be enlightened upon is this: Shall I, as a Christian gen- tleman, wear gloves in the summer or not? Young Mr. Van Dobbins, who comes of an irreproachable family and moves in the highest circles, always - wears Several times, when I have run across Van Dobbins unexpectedly—when T have, as it were, been taken unaware— there has come over me a sense of acute shame to think that I had no gloves on. I have tried to brace up before Van Dobbins and appear not to care—tried to create the impression with him that I was a large, careless, upright man of af- fairs. And then the harrowing thought that Van Dobbins’s father (I should say “ governor,”” as long as I am thinking ama gloves. “TAREE straightway begin to despise myself— that is, until I meet Van Dobbins again. I have adopted various expedicnts to cover all emergencies. I have carried those gloves in an inside pocket, ready at an instant’s warning to whip them on, or, if there is no time, to carry them con- spicuously. I have sworn that I would never wear them again; that I would be aman. And I have sworn that I would wear them always, and be unafraid. Which is right? Is there anybody in this broad land who can throw any light upon this distressing question? Chesterton Todd. Over-enthusiasm Every woman worker in New York City should go on a strike at once.—Mrs. Beeson. ESSUM; beginning with the strikers who would have to strike striking, and the agitators who would have to strike agitation, and the strike-backers who would have to strike on backing strikes. On the whole, ma'am, it wouldn't do. Better all the sisters stick to their present jobs as far as feasible; you, especially, to that which you so much adorn. Not all working-women could do something else to advantage. count Baseless Anxieties Lire has turned from Jew-baiting and anamic humor to a persistent series of as- saults upon the Catholic citadel.—Toronto Catholic Register. SSAULTS strictly limited to depre- cation of Roman Catholic control of public education, especially in Spain. Let the citadel rest easy. Lire has no mind to butt into any such edifice. Do you realize, Brother Register, that all the “ assaults’ you speak of have grown out of the Ferrer case—Lire’s strong dis- satisfaction with Ferrer’s trial and exe- cution, and the defense of both and male- diction of Ferrer by papers of your Church? Does Ferrer’s head look good to you in the battlements of the Catholic citadel? It ought not to. We hope it doesn’t. Out of Date I the course of a column-long letter about George W. Norris, of Ne- braska, the man who led the assault that drove Speaker Cannon out of the Rules Committee, the Washington correspond- ent (W. E. B.) of the Boston Transcript says: “He talks in private conversation as quietly as a womai A very extraordinary comparison! Where did “W. E. B."’ pick it up—in Washington or in Boston? It is to be regretted that Mrs, Belmont, the spirited leader of the woman suffrage movement, has gone abroad for a few minutes’ rest and cannot call Mr. “ W. E. B."" to ac- along these lines) always wears gloves, and that he is 4 railroad president or some kind of a mag- nate, has come over me and I have been helpless. Determined never again to be placed in such an embarrassing position, I have hurried to my haberdasher's and purchased a pair of gloves ap- proximating in shade and general tone those of Van Dobbins, my sense of self-respect preventing me from imitating him too closely. And on some warm and sunshiny morning, when the birds were carroling sweetly and the air was redolent of all the usual summer scents, have I put these gloves an and sallied forth once more, uncomfortable but correct. Then, with the same unexpectedness, I have come across my friend Hubbleton. Now Hubble- ton is also a gentleman—one of nature's noble- men. He is also a magnate. Hubbleton wears no gloves in summer. His manly sense, his sterling qualities of heart and mind, would prevent him from doing such a reprehensible thing. I am sure that he has noticed that I wear gloves. He is a broad man; he has traveled in foreign countries. With fine, simple condescension he ignores my obvious femininity. He regards me as a man who, in spite of certain shortcomings, is still to be urbanely treated. I honor him for it, but ALL WOOL AND A YARD WIDE In her absence and in behalf of many in- dignants, we give you notice, Mr. B., that here- abouts at least women make themselves heard! Latex: The paper says Mrs. Belmont has got home. We withdraw so much of the above re- marks as relates to her absence—and more if necessary. Tit For Tat GTRANGER (10 prominent clergyman): 1 came in here, sir, to criticise your churth manage- ment and tell you how it ought to be run. Prominent Ctercyan (amazed): What do you mean, sir? How dare you? Who are you, anyway? “Tam the humble editor of the paper you have been writing to.’” Where Ccst Tells i H says it is costing him four times as much to live as it did two years ago.” “ But the price of necessities has only doubled.’” Yes, but he is leading a double life.’’ Facts are dangerous fodder for fools. comicbooks.com