WOMAN’S WORLD.

Taranaki Daily News, 1 October 1921, Page 6

WOMAN’S WORLD.

PERSONALS. Mrs. Howard Christie returns to Wanganui to-dav. • ♦ # * Mrs. L. H. Perry has returned from Wellington. e> • • • Mrs. T. P. Andeson leaves for Wellington on Monday. Mrs. F. G. Harvie has returned from a trip to Rotorua. Miss St. John Smith is the guest of Mrs. P. B. Fitzherbert Miss Alison Greig has returned from Palmerston North. Mrs. D. S. Millar leaves on Tuesday for a visit to Auckland. # * * • Miss Jessie Home returned last night from a visit to Dunedin. Miss L. Reed returns to Wellington on Monday. Mrs. Kirkby left this morning for a holiday in Wellington. Sister Gill returned to Auckland by Tuesday’s boat. Mrs. M. Gray is visiting Rotorua. Mrs. Maxwell left yesterday for a visit to Wellington Mrs. Wyatt returns from Wellington to-night. Mrs. Denny-Brown returned to New Plymouth last night. Miss N. Wilson, accompanied by Miss A. Wright (Stratford), returned this week from a visit to Palmerston North and Wellington. Mrs. M. Stocker has returned from Hawke’s Bav. < • • • Miss H. Rawson has returned from Auckland. Miss Sale leaves on Tuesday for a visit to Auckland. Mrs. A. L. Moore has returned from Wellington. Mrs. Andrew Thomson (Wellington) is the guest of Mrs. Frank E. Wilson. Mrs. C. H. Burgess entertained Professor Abel at afternoon tea at her residence, Standish Hill, last Monday.

Mrs. Boyes (Wanganui) spent last week-end as the guest of Mrs. H. Greig. Mrs. S. Hoby (Marton) is staying in town for a few days. • • • * Mrs. Noel Fookes (Stratford) and Miss Bay Renaud are on a visit to Wellington. Mrs. W. D. Thomson has returned to Awakino. Miss K. Collis, who has been visiting friends in Auckland and the Waikato, returned to New Plymouth this week. Mr. and Mrs. Alex Prentice (Dunedin) spent a few days here this week on their way to Auckland. YOUNG PEOPLE’S DANCE. On Thursday night Dr. and Mrs. Fookes entertained a number of .Zdiss Evie Fookes’ friends at a dance at their residence. Dancing took place in the drawing-room, whilst the dining-room was used for supper, the tables being daintily decorated with red renunculus. Delightful music was supplied by the gramaphone. THE Y.W.C.A. The Y.W.C.A. headed the procession of women’s organisations in the recent League of Nations demonstration in Hyde Park, London. There was also a massed drill display by the Y.W.C.A. London clubs in the park. VICTORIA LEAGUE. Admirers of Alice Meynell are looking forward to an enjoyable evening on 'Monday next, at the Victoria League Room, when Miss McLeod, M.A., will give a lecture. , On Friday, October 7, the Victoria League will hold one of their popular musical teas, when flowers will be sold for the piano fund and music will enliven the afternoon. The annual meeting of the Victoria League will be held on October 21, Trafalgar Day, and members are asked to show their interest in the league by nominating members for the various offices and sub-committees. All nominations must be in writing, with the names of the proposer and seconder, and must reach the hon. correspondence secretary (Mrs. F. S. Johns) by Friday, October 7, at 4 p.m. FUNCTION AT “RAHUI.” On Wednesday evening Mre. E. Golding, who has been the proprietress of “Rahui” for a number of years, was farewelled at a ga.xh«ring of boarders and friends preparatory to relinquishing the management of the house. During the course of an enjoyable social evening Mrs. Golding was the recipient o r a very handsome presentation from the guests and former residents at “Rahui.” Reference was made to the goodwill existing between the proprietress and those who had stayed at the house and best wishes were extended for her future prosperity and an enjoyable holiday. MARRY A PLAIN MAN. MAKES UP FOR LACK OF BEAUTY. I am pretty. My husband—well, people say when they see us together: “There goes Beauty and the Beast!” 1 married my ugly husband on purpose. Deliberately I singled him out, deliberately I set my cap at him. and with equal, deliberation I led him altarwards. This is certainly the plain man to-day. Women are, I am convinced, coming to realise more every year that a peaceful and happy haven awaits them in the keeping of the ugly man.

I Usually, the unprepossessing male | makes up in brains what he lacks in appearance; an unpleasing personality causes him to be more enterprising, more keen, than he to whom social matters are but plain sailing. With an ugly husband a wife has no heartburnings; she is pinning her faith on a staple article and not on a fickleminded Adonis. No other woman is likely to poach on her preserves, for the simple reason that, on the face of it, those preserves don’t look worth poaching on! As a rule, the very plain man does not shine in society; but he can act as a remarkably good foil to a charming wife. In the frame of his own ugliness she finds an admirable setting for her good looks.

Just take a glance around at the number of pretty girls married to ugly men, and you will see what I mean. Or, if you do not, if you are thinking my views absurd and frivolous; ask some happy wife to reveal to you the wealth of wisdom beneath these seemingly flippant remarks.

And where does one find this admirable mate —the man whose face is certainly not his fo/tune? Look where the bidding’s low, and— But I shall not presume to tell the process to another woman. If she hasn’t the eye for a- good bargain, she isn’t worth the name of Eve! UKRAINIAN JOAN OF ARC. FACES FIRING SQUAD. There was recently in Ukrania, says Le Figaro, (Paris), a strong detachment of cavalry waging war against the Bolsheviks. Fine fellows they were, more than two thousand or them, armed to the teeth and riding like Centaurs. At every meeting in the open field they annihilated their foes. Behind every thicket they formed an ambush; scarcely a night passed when they did not sally forth and destroy some of the Reds. Their colonel was a woman, Marie Nikoforova, the widow of an officer who had been captured by the Russian rene» gades and basely murdered. The daughter of a noble family and educated at an aristocratic college at Petrograd, her thirst for vengeance upon her husband’s murderers overcame all other impulses. She placed herself in the saddle of the head of her late husband’s troops and exacted fearful recompense from her foes.

The men adored her. Her valor and daring were indescribable. She unhesitatingly exposed her own life at the head of the regiment with the sang froid of an apostle and martyr and with utter comtempt of death. At last the Bolsheviks, in a desperate effort to get rid of this deadly foe, sent against her four regiments and completely surrounded her and her troops. A part of her detachment fought their way out. But she chose to stand her ground to the end, shooting until at last she fell to the ground with sheer exhaustion and was captured. The Bolsheviks condemned her to death. But three times the firing squad before whom she was placed discharged their rifles into the empty air, so greatly had her heroism aroused even their admiration. Finally the Bolshevik officers had to place machine guns behind their own men to force them to shoot a woman.

She fell, her eyes unbandaged, looking her slayers in the face with a smile of proud defiance.