The Handout (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, May 18, 1921 Page: 2 of 6
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THE HANDOUT
The Student Semi-Muntfejy publication of Texas Woman's College. En-
tered as Second-class matter, January 1, 1917, at the Post Office at Fort
Worth, Texas,under the Act of Congress, -March 6, 1897.
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BOKHEVISM—BITS OF IDEAS.
There seems to be a wild spirit of
unrest pervading the whole world.
No matter where the place nor what
the occasion this tendency to rebel
against authority seems to arise. It
is an after effect of the great war,
or so great psychologists have diag-
nosed it, but whatver the cause the
spirit is there. In nations, in states,
in cities; in the industrial world, in
literature, in art, and in music old
standards are being ruthlessly torn
away—and nothing left to replace
them.
This spirit is sounding a danger
alarm to the deep thinkers of today.
They are striving to combat it in
MY IDEAL GIRL.
(By a Mere Man)
Some believe that true dreams only
come when we are far from the haunts
of man, in the solitude of some migh-
ty forest, or on trackless plains, with
the stars for company and the lone-
some, howl of the coyote to break the
solemn stillness. As for me, give me
an open fire with the embers burning
low and now and then a flickering
flame to chase the shadows on the
wall. The city's traffic may roar, but
with drawn shades, easy chair before
the fire, pipe in hand, I'm off to the
land of dreams. While I. sit and |
muse, idly turning the leaves of fancy, |
ANDOUT
with an old, old man, some twenty-
five or thirty years of age. then
she came as a lady of Colonial days,
dainty and pe*ile, in gorgeous silks
and with powdered hair piled high.
How she mocked and flouted me,
peeping from behind her painted fan,
ever hiding her dear face—the sweet
little maid!
Now she no longer comes m
strange attires as in other days. 1
can onj^ catch fleeting glimpses of
her as she dSflRs in aout of the
flickering ^flames, inigd^Otly blow-
ing a kiss to me bef<$&«nishing in
the shadow* From the crown of Uer
hair to the toe of her dainty shoe,
she is surely modern, the girl of to-
day. Always my eyes are sf eking
hers in crowded streets and ifi shops,
anywhere in the city that 1 may meet
her. She may be tall with dark eyes
like fathomless pools; she may be fair
and only tall enough to reach my
heart. Oh, but the beautiful soul of
hers! Innocent but not from ignor-
ance"-of life, gay but not ashamed
of tears, serene and unafraid of life,
efficient and capable of standing alone
but not desiring it—the dear, sweet
Maid of my Dreams.
Come to Texas! It would
education!
No doubt you deem us t.,,.,,
barians, so far do we dwell -fi-,
City find us dear little .
would find us dear little sava-
j tie Grey Eyes from Jut si:; (jj
Dimples from her tiny farm
sand acres, and Sunny Fa c :■
western plains would show y ,
they wear their war-paint, wl-.iv
their dainty belts dangle tin
many a gay gallant front. Sat-
cisco .Chicago and New York.
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LISTEN PLEASE!
"In a recent work of fiction there
appeared a minute description of a
feminine character who wasjiroughed
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If T. W. C. were given over
to the S. M. Ks every girl would
pay $50 to the Educational
Movement without anyone hav-
ing to ask her. And then—
1. Every room would be fur.
nished in mahogany.
2. Every room would l)e
furnished with a telephone.
3. There would be maids to
clean up the rooms every morn-
ing.
4. Breakfast served at any
time and it would be brought to
the rooms.
5. Each girl would be ; ilow-
ed to have a car and be permit-
ted to go riding any tim<
6. There would be no light
bell or rising bell and most of
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every manner possible. At least if
they are not succeeding they are
stemming the onrush of madness.
In a late edition of the Dallas News
a splendid definition of Bolshevism
appeared. There was a man who had
a cow equal to the one in "Mother
Goose."
"I had a cow, she gave such milk,
I dressed her in the finast silk."
In other words she not only was
self-sustainin but she was worth her
weight in silver to the owner. A
Bokhevistic army, in passing one day,
saw the fine animal and slaughtered
her. To be sure they had one fine
meal but on the next day and on the
days following they were forced to
go hungry.
"Let each day bring what it may; I
care not what," is their motto.
What is the world coming to? Heels
are going down, ears are coming out,
paint is coming off!
I'm waiting for My Ideal Girl to peep
shyly at me from^out the half-dark-
ness.
What a provoking with she is! To
play at hide-and-seek in the shadow.,
when I so long to see clearly her
dear face and to trace her living fea-
tures that I may know her when we
meet. But of this I am sure; in what-
ever guise she comes tonight, in what-
ever fashion she is arraved, the same,
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sweet look of trust and comradeship
lives ever in her eyes—soft,'clear and
full of allure but with infinite under-
standing. It is as though she is say-
ing "Dear lad, I know your faults,
your little vanities, all your egotism,
and man's impatience; but only wait,
for as surely as God lives I shall
come."
Long ago when I was but a lad,
reading history and devouring ro-
mance, she was a princess in dire dis-
tress—I, her true knight who must
save her from a loveless marriage
: and beribboned like a small town!
: belle.' "
So runs the first few lines of a!
j lengthy editorial in a recent issue of
the Saturday Evening Post. In it Mr
j George Horace Lorimer takes the
j author to task for his lack of knowl-
| edge, assuring lum in no uncertain!
terms that the rouged small-town!
belle is found only in fiction. In:
choice language and with all due
courtesy he further informs his pub-
lic that, though the small-town belle
wears her Paris gowns and New-
York millinery with dainty shoon
and silk hosen, yet should she show
her face all rouged, her old-fashioned
mother would send her to her room
to wash away the paint.
Now, we had always believed that
an editor of a great magazine was
necessarily a man of great erudition
and of much worldly knowledge, in
other words, a wide-awake person.
Wake up, Mr. Lorimer!
all there would be no bells at
3:30 a. m.
7. There would be no 1'lpor
proctors.
8. There would be a new
gym with a swimming pool.
9. Slumber parties and mid-
night feasts would be in vogue.
10. Any girl would be allow-
ed to go to sleep in Hist' y if
she so wanted.
11. There would be no uch
thing as term themes.
12. Any girl could get- all
that she wished to eat at the
tea-room FREE.
13. In fact the S. M. Ks
would make T. W. C. a real Uto-
pia.
"Doesn't your History Pro;, say
anything when he catches you - ep
during one of his lectures?"
"Oh, he doesn't mind it. K- a
former minister.
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The Handout (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, May 18, 1921, newspaper, May 18, 1921; Fort Worth, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth771116/m1/2/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 10, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas Wesleyan University.