WOMAN'S WORLD
(Conducted by "Eileen.") A HOUSEWIVES' REBELLION. AT INCREASED COST OF LIVIX Some of the housewives of Brook! New York, showed their resentment ;i the increased cost of living by destroying hundreds of pounds worth of meat last month. The price of meat has been rising rapidly in Neve York lately, and joints that were sold at 7d to Qd a pound are now retailed at from Is to Is 4d a pound. Many families have turned to fish and vegetables, leaving meat for their wealthier or less thrifty neighbors, but naturally they resent a condition of affairs that is clearly a result of Trust methods. One Friday morning, about a I thousand Brooklyn women, led by a few determined organisers, proceeded to the markets and demanded beef and mutton at the old prices. The butchers hastily | closed their doors and put up their shutters, but the women were prepared for these steps. They carried axes and crow-bars, and at once made an assault jon the shuttered shops. The doors fell quickly, and the women then raided some oil shops and seized quantities of kerosene, which they threw over all the meat that they could find. The butchers and salesmen who attempted to interfere were driven into the upper storeVs of the buildings. Ice-chests and local cold storage plants were not overlooked, and by the time the angry housewives had finished there was no meat for sale in the lower wards of Brooklyn. The police interfered at a late stage, but did not make any arrests, and the few butchers who had escaped attack thought it best to close their doors before disaster overtook them. The protest of the women served no good purpose, since the retailers' prices are fixed by the Meat Trust, but no doubt the news of wha,t had been done was received with delight j in many meatless homes.
PAPER-SELLER'S ROMANCE MARRIES A MILLIONAIRE. A romance which lias greatly interestI ed the few people who had knowledge of it, ended liappily the other day, when Miss Nancy Corrigan, a young girl who presided at the news-stand of the Hotel f Vanderbilt, was married to Mr. Frank f Bates, of Attleboro, Massachusetts, j Mr. Bates is a manufacturer of jewel- > lery, and is a millionaire, while Miss 1 Corrigan is a poor girl of humble parI entage. J On his visits to New York for business, i Mr, Bates put up at the newly-opened j Vanderbilt, and was greatly attracted by the young girl, who sold him his morning newspapers. The acquaintance ripened • into friendship and Mr. Bates asked her to marry him. She at .first 'declined, uut tne wealthy manufacturer wrote her from Attlfboro that he "was coming to New Yoffcj? and intended to take her home as his wife," she surrendered, and the two were married.
A LUCKY GIRL FIVE FORTUNES IN EIGHT MONTHS. The American newspapers claim that a record has been set up by a Californiaii girl, named Dulcie Farr, who has inherited no .ffewer than five fortunes within a period of eight months. Misft who l is only eighteen years of age, was a fashion'writer on a small monthly magazine published in San Francisco, when a great-aunt, living in Tampa, Florida, died, leaving her the life interest in a sum of money whjph .would bring her in £3OO per .a-nnum. Dulcie journeyed east to interview the lawyers, and upon alighting from the train a telegram was handed her announcing that a half-cousin, whose name she hardly knew, had just died at Oswego, New York State, and had imade her his sole heiress. Two months from this, Miss Farr inherited £250 per annum from a younger sister of her mother, and seven weeks later a very old friend of her late father bequeathed her is 300. "Miss Farr's good fortune ties with the record set up by Mrs. Grant"—were the headlines in a Sunday newspaper, which caught the eye of an elderly bachelor banker, named : Bruce, who, within a few weeks, departed this life, leaving 50,000 dollars "to that charming girl, Dulcie Fair, whom T have never had the good fortune to meet, but <whose portrait I have admired, and who I am, most anxious shall beat the record said by the newspapers to have been set up by a Mrs. Grant."
A PATHETIC ROMANCE "English Jack, the Hermit," -announced in New York last month,, recalls a romance originating in London and ending pathetically in America. English Jack—nobody knew his right name—lived the last forty years 'in <a'4ftWerab!e hut situated in the woods 'a- little way Back from the carriage road near Crawford, within twenty miles-of New York. Everybody knew him as a hermit, and he was visited by many "from motive? of curiosity or sympathy; hut to only a few people did he communicate the main events of his life. His hut was a miserable affair, the ground floor serving as a sittingroom iVtidi kitcliin, from which a ladder to&k. liinii-fAto a pitiful hole in the roof, where-he'slept I ."' 'There he existed for nearly forty years, almost half the full tewnsmf' hts'life. He was born in London, and left an orphan while still a little boy. Wandering about the streets one day. hungry and tearful, he encountered a little girl of 5, who had lost her father. .He helped her to find him, and from that day their interests were one and indivisible. Mary's father, a man named Simmonds, secured a position for the boy on his ship, and at the close of each of several voyages he made his home with Simmonds and little Mary. Before his last voyage it was agreed that the two should marry on his return. He was gone a little over a year, and on his return went to the school where he had placed her, and found that his little companion had just died. His heart was broken. He turned his back on London mid England—one might say on the world—and spent the remaining thirtysix years of his life in aimless, hopeless solitude. Like other hermits, '•English Jack" found solace in isolation, and cultivated a system of mental philosophy which enabled him in spirit, and, to a large extent, in health, to tower above many of the people who visited him. His cure for all ills of the mind and flesh was thought—"new thought''—which means to think cheerfulness, think health, think peace, think success, think happiness,and you shall acquire these blessings. THE SASH
A pretty fashion of the moment is the sash. It is an altogether different affair from that known to us some years ago. Now even the sash is somewhat stiff, and as often as not starts from serosa the shoulder-blades—-there or :i'l full.; in two straight and trbn' • .a;,-3 Lo • I hin twelve inches of the skirt hem. Quite different is this from the sash of the last decade. Still the sash of to-day has its merits, and I, for one (says a irriter in a fashion paper), am quite willing to give it welcome.
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Taranaki Daily News, Volume LV, Issue 61, 30 July 1912, Page 6
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