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A WORD WITH THE WOMEN

(By Elia W Peattie)

Miss Grace Ford, daughter of Mr and
Mrs F F Ford, will return from Wellesley
tomorrow

Mrs Benjamin of Michigan, the national
parliamentarian of the Women's
Christian Temperance union, will give
a free address a week from Saturday at
the Woman's club room, at 8 o'clock.

There is one thing that marred the
otherwise auspicious banquet given to
General Coppinger at the Omaha club
the other evening. This was the speech
of Mr Rosewater as reported in the
morning Bee. The making of a speech
in which the occupation of the general
was unfavorably compared with that of
Mr Rosewater certainly showed but a
sorry idea of courtesy. Mr Rosewater
said that while the new rifle might
shoot a mile and the new fangled cannon
might send a projectile five miles the
projectiles from the press carry infinitely
farther--in substance that the pen
was mightier than the sword and that
after all army trappings were only fol
de rol. It must be remarked that General
Coppinger is the last man in the
world who deserves to have such a remark
made in his presence, for under
no circumstances would he ever abuse
an occasion of hospitality Mr Rosewater
will never hear any invidious remarks
concerning his profession from
General Coppinger. General Coppinger
is a gentleman, with whom courtesy is
a fixed habit and he probably did not
even permit himself to reflect that such
a speech as Mr Rosewaters was flamboyant,
spread-eagled and far from the
point. The occasion was one on which
the career of General Coppinger might
well have been mentioned and the career
of Mr Rosewater forgotten.

Some one said the other day:

'Why is something not said about the
Cleveland baby? You ought to be patriotic
enough to make some remarks
about the baby of the president."

Now to tell the truth, in a republic
the baby of a president is of no more
consequence than the baby of anybody
else, and as there must be several new
babies every day somewhere over the
country--tho' I do not often hear of it--
it is evident that I cannot keep up with
the course of events and congratulate all
the people who are so fortunate as to get
them. No one would ever feel like being
tions where Mrs Cleveland
was concerned. there never was a
woman with more tact, with better taste
--excepting in one instance--or with
more dignity and sweetness. May she
have many daughters to sweeten her life
and fill her heart! For she was made to
be a mother. There is a fair, maternal
light in her face, and all her personality
breathes of domesticity. One wishes that
she might have shared that domesticity
with a young, amiable, handsome and
charming man, instead of a man with an
ambition for power, a passion for epigrams,
and an inscrutable obstinancy.
This refers to Mr Cleveland, the man.
As to Mr Cleveland, the president--but
that is another story, as Mr Kipling
knows very well, and one takes off one's
hat though it consist of nothing more
than two fluffs of chiffon and a red, red
rose. Women can say things, if they
please, which are not logical. They have
the discredit of doing such things, and
might as well have the amusement which

attaches to it. It is therefore, no breach
of patriotism--or of confidence--to say
that there are men--one mentions no
names--to whom one would much rather
be married than to the president of the
United States. We do not congratulate Mrs.
Cleveland--on the baby! May it nestle
close to her heart "with the touch of a
flower" and perfume her life.

A WORD WITH THE WOMEN

(By Elia W Peattie)

Miss Grace Ford, daughter of Mr and Mrs F F Ford, will return from Wellesley tomorrow

Mrs Benjamin of Michigan, the national parliamentarian of the Women's Christian Temperance union, will give a free address a week from Saturday at the Woman's club room, at 8 o'clock.

There is one thing that marred the otherwise auspicious banquet given to General Coppinger at the Omaha club the other evening. This was the speech of Mr Rosewater as reported in the morning Bee. The making of a speech in which the occupation of the general was unfavorably compared with that of Mr Rosewater certainly showed but a sorry idea of courtesy. Mr Rosewater said that while the new rifle might shoot a mile and the new fangled cannon might send a projectile five miles the projectiles from the press carry infinitely farther--in substance that the pen was mightier than the sword and that after all army trappings were only fol de rol. It must be remarked that General Coppinger is the last man in the world who deserves to have such a remark made in his presence, for under no circumstances would he ever abuse an occasion of hospitality Mr Rosewater will never hear any invidious remarks concerning his profession from General Coppinger. General Coppinger is a gentleman, with whom courtesy is a fixed habit and he probably did not even permit himself to reflect that such a speech as Mr Rosewaters was flamboyant, spread-eagled and far from the point. The occasion was one on which the career of General Coppinger might well have been mentioned and the career of Mr Rosewater forgotten.

Some one said the other day:

'Why is something not said about the Cleveland baby? You ought to be patriotic enough to make some remarks about the baby of the president."

Now to tell the truth, in a republic the baby of a president is of no more consequence than the baby of anybody else, and as there must be several new babies every day somewhere over the country--tho' I do not often hear of it--it is evident that I cannot keep up with the course of events and congratulate all the people who are so fortunate as to get them. No one would ever feel like being tions where Mrs Cleveland was concerned. there never was a woman with more tact, with better taste--excepting in one instance--or with more dignity and sweetness May she have many daughters to sweeten her life and fill her heart! For she was made to be a mother. There is a fair, maternal light in her face, and all her personality breathes of domesticity. One wishes that she might have shared that domesticity with a young, amiable, handsome and charming man, instead of a man with an ambition for power, a passion for epigrams, and an [inscamtable?] obstinancy. This refers to Mr Cleveland, the man. As to Mr Cleveland, the president--but that is another story, as Mr Kipling knows very well, and one takes off one's hat though it consist of nothing more than two fluffs of chiffon and a red, red rose. Women can say things, if they please, which are not logical. They have the discredit of doing such things, and might as well have the amusement which

attaches to it. It is therefore, no breach of patriotism--or of confidence--to say that there are men--one mentions no names--to whom one would much rather be married than to the president of the United States. We do not congratulate Mrs. Cleveland--on the baby! May it nestle close to her heart "with the touch of a flower" and perfume her life.