The Red Rock Opinion (Red Rock, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 6, Ed. 1 Saturday, September 14, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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The Red Rock Opinion
L. M. Lysinger, Editor.
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It seems strange to look back on
the days when we imported fruit anil
vegetables, with the whole plant king-
dom ready to be conquered for our
farmers. We smile when we recail
tho days "before the war," when the
tomato was a curio from Peru a
"poison apple" used to frighten the
slaves into obedience. Yet last year
we grew it oil COD,000 acres of land.
The Franciscan fathers were early
workers in this respect. The alfalta
they introduced in the '50s—which
'found its way here from Asia Minor,
by way of Chile—has turned 2,000,001
acres into an immensely profitable
farm area. Their sprigs of olive, too,
■now cover 1,000 orchards. And a few
orange cuttings from the Brazilian
east coast, duo to tho foresight of an
American- woman, to-day represent
$8,000,000 a year for the California
crop alone. As one of the smaller
things, take the horseradish of Malin,
ii little village near Vienna—the best
of its kind in the world. Then behold
roots secured on the spot, and in duo
time handed over to New Jersey
growers. The result was surprising.
, Not only did it yield a ton more per
■ acre, but the cash result was $100 an
I acre over and above the ordinary
yield. And in a single county of that
small state the production of horse-
radish grew from a few hundred
pounds a year to more than 1,000,000
! pounds, says Appleton's Magazine. It
has been the same with the potato
from the highlands of Colombia and
Peru; the rhubarb from central Asia,
! tho asparagus from England; the cel-
' ery of south Europe; the Beldi and
Telii barleys from Algeria, which have
• j given such wonderful results in our
' southwest; likewise the Ivanov ryo
from Russia, now grown in Maryland
< and Kansas; and the Abruzzes rye
from the Italian highlands.
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A Disparity Between Fact and Fict.on §
BY ELLA SCHMITT ^
(CopyriKht, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
"Why, Jean, are vou still up?" ex-1 roommate awoke she found Jean bend-
claimed her roommate, as she came j ing over her desk writing as if she-
into the room wearily throwing her I were driven under the lash. There
evening cloak and hat on a chair. | were two bright spots burning in her
"Yes, I'm in the same position I ! cheeks, but for those she looked hag-
was when you left me, ^Helen. I've
been sitting here three hours trying to
think connectedly," Jean went on, "but
somehow my thoughts won't come. I
never had such a time trying to write
a theme in my life." The girl gave a
''ry, nervous little laugh as she took
« turn around the room.
"uonie sit here by the lire. You are
too tired to think. I told you to cut
that old theme; get it in late, I mean
gard and drawn.
"Did you have an inspiration, Jean?'"
Helen asked, sleepily, rubbing her
"No," Jean replied. "I tossed rest-
lessly all night. You know that theme
must be in to-day, so I've resolved to
write the situation just as it is," she
concluded, vaguely. Her pen scurried
over the paper and she was lost in
■her own thoughts, uninterrupted by
Helen said, in a reproachful tone. "I j Helen's moving about and clicking the
was wishing all evening that you ! various toilet articles on the dressing
might have been with me at the frappe j table.
table. Bessie Merrill took your place ,
and she's unendurable—so silly about
Half Hours with Best Husbands.
The suggestion recently made that
women adopt an arbitrary system of
i social intercourse with their hus-
! bands and set aside a certain propor-
tion of the day for this purpose, has
met with various forms of criticism,
according to the experience of the
critic. On the whole, it may be said
that it is with husbands as it is with
authors. Half hours with the best
authors are frequently unsatisfying,
because if the author is to one's taste
,a half hour is all too short a time to
spend with him, while if he proves un-
suitable, a moment spent in commun-
ion with him is tedious. Generally
speaking, any arbitrary form of hu-
man intercourse is unsatisfying, says
Chicago Tribune. Women who have
regular days "at home" have been
known to confess that tho day some-
times becomes a burden, and. those
ambitious readers who have set aside
certain hours each day for the perusal
of uplifting books have failed at
times to feel the uplift. Of course,
being "at'"home" to a husband is a less
formal and less formidable affair than
being at home to friends, and the
reading of a man always offers a
piquancy unknown to books, but just
because the matter is one of greater
dolicacy and spirituality it should be
removed from the drawbacks of for-
Mr. Schwab, who may know how to
make steel and all about such heavy
work, has plunged into tho woman
question and solved it without waiting
to draw a second breath. When a
man who grabs off a low millions lu
one line begins to contemplate his
money he thinks that he must neces-
sarily know all about everything. Mr.
Schwab says that housework is tl\e
noblest occupation for women and
that they shouldn't do anything else.
The girl who must earn her liviug, in-
stead of studying stenography or be-
coming understudy to a bucket shop
man, should knock at the back door
and see if the family doesn't want a
hired girl. Work like this, says the
steel man, will dovolop any girl and
bring her out as ft perfect woman.
But where is she to get the job? The
women of the household will have read
Mr. Schwab's advice also and they will
■ be keen to do their own work. Mr.
Schwab can see that the scheme will
defeat its own purpose. In fact, many
women now employing help would dis
chargo the girls if they believed what
he says, and there would be nothing
left for the girls but to drift down
town and run the banks and the in
This is the day of the filmy frock
and also the day of the heavy linen
coat and skirt costume, and as for
silk, the latter fabric is made up in
almost every sort of frock, simple or
elaborate. Silks vary so in every re-
spect save their material that in no
other fabric, perhaps, is so great va- j
riety to be found. From the thinnest ;
of Indias and Chinas to the heavy j
faille, silken robes run a long gamut, j
and whether plain, figured, chine, or
brocaded, they may be either heavy or
light in weight as in coloring.
Taffeta is a silk always worn. Of
recent years the improvements in this
silk have been so great that even tho
woman of most modest means may
essay a taffeta gown without fear of
its cracking as it hangs in the closet.
The chiffon weaves are soft and sup-
ple, and while it must be admitted
that the chances are slim for air get-
ting through its close weave, yet it is
thin and cool to the touch and weighs
The black and white striped cloths
in the very light weights, or the voiles,
and also the liberty satins, make up
The blue serges for traveling and
hackabout wear must not be over-
looked. Many severe tailor-mades in
blue serge with no other ornament ex-
cept a few rows of stitching are j
among the smartest of the traveling j
costumes in evidence in the smart j
restaurants and on the avenue and at [
the railway stations. The chic serge ;
with its perfect lines is as remote j
from the client) copy as diamonds j
from glass. If a woman is so circum- |
stanced as not to be able to afford the j
former, let her choose some other ma- j
The long pongee or rajah traveling
coats for train and motor wear are
indispensable, and the woman with a
small income will find one invalua-
ble. Coming from the neck to the
hem of the gown, they protect and
conceal a thin frock suitable for
luncheon or theater wear, and being
light and thin, are not cumbersome to
have thrown over one's arm, or tem-
porarily stored away, and as for muss-
ing, they do not muss easily, and
when they do a warm iron repairs
damage. The heavier rajahs are
more satisfactory than pongees, as
they do not muss so readily nor spot
and crinkle when wot, and anyone ad-
dicted to motoring will sometimes get
caught in the rain.
Striped materials have been so
much tho vogue the past spring and
also this summer In the ready-made
coat costumes that there is little pros-
pect of their being smart for autumn
wear. The shepherds' plaids, however,
will, as for some years past, be worn
by modish women. This particular
plaid or check has for several years
been more or less worn by well-dressed
women, although the great body of
women prefer other costume material.
This is probably because checked
cloths are worn for outdoor, traveling
and formal costume generally by the
smart woman, as well as sometimes in
elaborate gowns for formal wear,
while her poorer Sister must make
one or two costumes take the place
of the dozen of the woman of wealth,
and so selects fabrics that properly
made will look well when she makes
a morning call, or attends an after-
noon tea; one that is suitable for
shopping and for the theater, too.
Really, no hard and fast lines can
well be laid down in these matters,
and the good judgment and taste of
the individual, or the reverse, come
into play when choosing gowns.
As to the three frocks shown in our
large picture, No. 1 is of pale gray
voile with hems and collar of pale
AN ORIGINAL DESIGN.
White Cloth Trimmed with White Mill
tary Braid and Buttons—White
Straw Hat Shaded Green Sati.i
gray cloth, and the gray crinoline ha
is covered with ruches of white tulle
hemmed with gray ribbon.
No. 2 is a lilac-tinted muslin spotted
with white, with a lace vest outlined
with a fichu of muslin; and crowned
with a white chip hat lined with black
and trimmed with white ostrich feath
ers, it says the last word of dainty
But no mere dress may have a last
word—that's woman's privilege for all
time, and I'll express mine—for the
moment—in admiration of that last
sketch of a frock of lavender blue
tussore, with bands of ecru lawn em-
broidery piped with purple silk, the
purple hat which completes it bear-
ing purple plumes with becoming
the men. You ought to have seen her
corner the 'cherub'—"
"Was Dr. Lyman there?" Jean broke
in, emphasizing the name to show her
disapproval of the descriptive epithet
among the girls. "Of course he was
there. I might have known he would
be." She looked absently into the
Now 'fess up,' Jean, aren't you
sorry you missed a jolly tete-a-tete
"Call him Dr. Lyman or Mr. Lyman"
"He certainly is a cherub," Helen
went on. "By the way, he came to the
punch bowl several times—whenever
he saw me disengaged."
"How material! I suppose he drank
a whole glass of punch each time?"
"Oh, dear no, Jean, you're spiteful.
He is too well mannered for that."
"Then you were the attraction,
Helen? I'm glad of that."
"My dear, I can't flatter myself by
thinking that. Shall 1 tell you why
he sought me out?" There was a teas-
ing intonation in the words.
"Well?" came impatiently from
Well—because he wished to talk of
you." The roommate paused, tapping
her tiny slippered feet on the fe'nder
she waited for' the effect of the
And what did he say?" pressed
"He asked why you were not as-
sisting. I told him the only thing
that kept you away was an ugly old
theme that you were writing for his
class. He laughed and said, 'Miss Per-
rin has a conscience, 1 see. I'm sorry
to miss her here. She might have ar-
ranged to get that in late. You can
tell her that I sometimes make allow-
ances on a plea of extenuating circum-
Jean flushed. There was a tired
look about her eyes and her voicc was
a little unsteady as she said: "And
think of it, Helen, 1 haven't written
a word. What excuse can I give? I
shouldn't care if it were any other
Prof, but Lyman. You see, Lyman
thinks I'm clever and that is why I
work so beastly hard for his class."
"Can I help you, Jean?" suggested
the roommate. "I say, girlie, can't
you write up something of your own
"That's just the trouble, Helen. I
have exhausted my experience," re-
plied the girl. - "That is why I am in
deep water now. Lyman has always
praised my narrative work; said my
stories Were so fresh and interesting.
That's because I told about myself—
only he never knew it. I've worked
over every affair I ever had into a
really romantic little story. It's a
mean thing to do, but I haven't a
shadow of imagination. 1 must stick
Helen smiled at her .oommate's
naive confession. "Then that ludi-
crous rejected suitor story and the
matinee hero escapade are scraps of
your biography? Did you really write
a note to the leading man?" She
could hardly contain her glee. "Well,
you do surprise me anew every day."
The twinkle in Helen's eyes was irre-
"I'm wasting time!" Jean suddenly
exclaimed, cutting short her friend's
epigrammatic witticisms. But Helen
was too evidently in a good humor
to be serious.
"Then the trouble,'Jean, is simply
this. You must have some more ex-
periences if you want to keep up the
bluff and have Lyman think you
"That's a bold way of saying It, but
that is what it really amounts to,"
Jean admitted feebly.
"Well, then, girlie, 1 say cut it out
for to-night. Let's go to bed and if
you don't dream of some thrilling ex-
perience perhaps to-morrow will bring
you one to help you out of your trou-
Jean was tired and knew that she
might sit for hours in the agony of
waiting for an inspiration; and then
her waiting might be In vain.
The following morniug when the
A few days later, when the students
of the advanced composition class
were being dismissed, Dr. Lyman
leaned over his desk, saying: Miss
Perrin, may 1 have a conference with
you at 12? I should like to talk w'th
you in regard to your last theme.
Jean tried to appear nonchalant as
she mumbled an assent, but her heart
beat violently within her. .
When she entered Dr. Lyman s office
she found him tilted back in_his chair
looking idly out across the far-stretch-
ing green campus.
"This last theme of yours. Miss
Perrin—" he began, looking fixedly at
the little page of the manuscript be-
fore him, "how did you come to write
it?" He turned back a few pages,
then hurried on without waiting for a
reply. "In some respects it is the
best work I have ever received from
"I—I—was half ashamed to hand it
in," Jean stammered a trifle self-con-
"Why?" Dr. Lyman asked, looking
intently at her.
"Oh, 1 knew you would think It
foolish," Jean answered feebly, look-
ing away to escape the fixed battery
of his deep brown eyes.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of.
Miss Perrin," her professor reassured.
"It was very good. Only—well, 1
didn't like the ending, as school girls
say; and 1 did not like the man in
your story. He was too much like
the professor of conventional pattern
—aloof, self-centered, an absent-mind-
ed dreamer. Can't a professor be a
real, live man?" He paused a moment,
then added: "Why didn't you make „
him in love with the girl?"
' "Because he wasn't," Jean broke In..
But Dr. Lyman apparently did not
hear her, for he went on as if uninter-
rupted. "It would have been mor
real to have him in love with the girl
and have her a frivolous, butterfly
thing that didn't care."
"But she isn't a frivolous butterfly
thing, and she does care!" Jean burst
out, her great eyes dilated with
"She does care?" Dr. Lyman re-
"Why, of course she cares—in the
story, I mean," Jean added, weakly.
"Oh, only in the story? Do you think
she would care in real life, could she
She made no reply, but her lips
quivered and two great tears gathered
in lier eyes. "He cares, too, Sean.
He—has cared always. That is where
your story is wrong. Shall we change
the ending?" He had caught her
hands and was looking down into her
tearful, uplifted face. And in the joy
of the moment their lips met.
BEAUTY'S DEBT TO VACCINE.
Truth About Good Looking Women of
Beautiful women a century ago
evoked the wild enthusiasm of which
you write because they were then so
few. Smallpox had ruined all complex-
ions, and the few women who had es-
caped it, who would now only be
called ordinarily nice-looking, were
then as rare as goddesses, and so wor-
Forty years ago aged relatives used
to tell me stories that puzzled me of
ladies in Edinburgh about 1820—of
ladies so beautiful that crowds always
lined their paths from their carriages
to the shops. I used to regret I had
missed seeing beauties so delightful,
little knowing 1 was really seeing them
daily. The milkmaid, accidentally vac-
cinated in her trade, escaped small-
pox, and so gained the repute for fresh
complexion that some of us who are
older can remember. Vaccination ha*
enabled all women now to equal her in
beauty, and her fame has gone, though
her looks remain as before.
Thanks to Edward Jenner it is that
we men need not rush in inconvenient
crowds when we wish to see a good-
looking woman, for in every gathering
and by many hearths aro women now
as lovely as were the famous and fa
bled beauties of the past.—Fleet dun-
geon Home, In London Graphic.
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