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THE SUN. NEWBERRY. S. C, FRIDAY. AUGUST 30, 1940 Kathleen Norris Says: Is This Woman a Fool? (Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.! They never think what it doet to a wife to spend all her waking hours in the presence of three small, restless, demanding children and an Armenian girl of nine teen whose great interest is the Thursday night dance. By KATHLEEN NORRIS HEN I was a girl the burning question was that of franchise for women. In that day everyone— men and women both—thought there was some argument about it. Women were fit to do all the hard work in the world, and the few who struggled through law or medical courses invariably came out ahead of the men in class work, but there was a general impression that no matter how estimable and lovable members of the weaker sex were, they shouldn’t have any authority. Nothing to say about schools, or politics, or business, or hous ing, or morality. The only voices that could speak on these topics were those of men. In the delicate questions of their souls, of their ailments, of in comes and responsibilities, women must be guided by men. Women are not yet awake. They are still being led blindfolded through life by the all-controlling males. But at least they are stir ring in their sleep, and political re sponsibility, being granted a short 20 years ago, has encouraged them to work for recognition in higher positions and in statecraft. Future Holds More Freedom. Twenty years! Biologically one second. In a hundred years they will only have begun to grasp the full power of their shackles and to take their rightful places as a sex, prisoned too long in a world of false conditions; conditions made by men only, and for which both men and women pay. Women are gregarious. They like community life. Generations ago young mothers would have united their interests, gotten together groups of babies, commissioned a few mothers in turn to do the tend ing, cook the spinach, watch the sleepers, and so have freed two- thirds of the other mothers for sev eral days housekeeping, sewing, study and relaxation each week. But man, jealous and monopolis tic, decreed that each woman should have her own little separate estab lishment. His business is run on a cheerful, companionable, group- unit plan. But until some 30 years ago no wife ever touched money of her own; it was doled out to her in dollars and half-dollars, for shoes and gas and meat. She dared not even dream of a Babies club, in which she and her congenial friends and a group of happy children might share the nursery years. No, her man decreed, consciously or uncon sciously, that the only companion she might have in her long tiring days was some ignorant young for eigner. Work Could Be Organized. If women’s work could be organ ized as men’s work is; with centers where small children flourished un der the care of their own mothers; with a garden, a playground, a well-equipped attic for rainy days, reading hours, music, language study, there would be happier homes, less divorce, less nerves, less psychoses. Women hunger for this economic, safe, inspiring solution for the smaU-years problem, 1 but men still frown it down. They never think what it does to a wife to spend all her waking hours in the presence of three small, restless, demanding children and an Armenian girl of 19 whose great interest is the Thurs day night dance. And women, still taking men’s or- EQUALITY Kathleen Norris makes a plea for equality of women with men. She deplores he stale of unconscious vas salage in which many women live. Their lives are constantly being regu lated by domineering husbands who don’t realize they are acting as tyrants over their beloved wives. Miss Norris studies the serious problem raised by this deplorable condition and offers advice on how it can be solved. ders, don’t go quietly ahead and live their lives as they want to. Their only way out is quarrels and divorce. But I believe many a wom an would find herself out of the woods of headaches, depression, nerves, discontent, if she sat down seriously today—or better, took a long walk, while pondering the ques tion, “What changes in our lives would make me happy? What woulc’ I LIKE to do?” Almost always the answer is near er than she thinks. Set in His Ways. “My husband is the best man in the world,” a Philadelphia wife once wrote me, “but he is set. He hates anything out of the way. For ex ample when two summers ago I clipped my little girls’ hair quite short, for their comfort and my con venience in the hot weather, he was so angry and so long resentful that I paid dearly for it, and so did the girls. This year they wear curls, a great care for mother. Our boy is six months old, and as I do all my own work I was glad to get the baby-pen into commission again. But Kent has decided that the pen may curb the baby’s natural daring, as he grows, and he won’t let me use it. “We have a pleasant back yard with maples and elms in it, and I have hedges around the clotheslines and the barrels. Often I would like to serve lunch or suppei there, for the birds do the clearing up and I can rriake a meal a picnic, with pa per cups and napkins. But this con ventional man of mine is always conscious of the few back windows of neighbors’ houses that overlook the yard; some one MIGHT be look ing down on us and our hamburgers! “Kent hands me his pay check every week; he doesn’t drink; he loves his wife and children. We save, and we own a lovely roomy home. But it is trying to be checked at so many turns, and I am won dering if you ever had a problem like mine to solve, and what is the cure. Regimented Living. “I must not send poems to the evening paper, because it embar rasses him. The children are never permitted to see the ‘funnies’ in the Sunday paper. No caller must ever be in the house when Kent gets home. If I telephone a friend he keeps up an undertone: ‘Cut that, dear. You’ve been six minutes— you’ve been seven minutes.’ If I suggest a movie he is apt to say kindly, T don’t think that with all you’ve had to do today you want to sit in a hot movie.’ Never in the nine years since my oldest was born has he stayed at home and let me go anywhere at night. “But we all love our daddy, and this is not complaint,” the letter end ed. “It’s only that if he would be a little less critical, we would all be so happy.” This letter is about six years old. I quote it as a perfect illustration of the state of vassalage in which some women unconsciously live. The man neither knew he was a tyrant, nor the woman that her life was be ing robbed of all its bloom. And of course the result was tightened nerves and half-conscious resent ment on her part, and the encour agement of his messianic complex to an insufferable point. Army Officers Test Helicopter Machine Has Possibilities In Military, Commercial Aircraft Roles. BRIDGEPORT, CONN—Indica tions that the United States army air corps may challenge German de velopment of vertically-rising rotary- wing aircraft were advanced here when two army air corps officers from Wright field, Dayton, Ohio, tested and observed Igor Sikorsky’s helicopter. Capt. H. Franklin Gregory, who was accompanied here by Lieut. Victor R. Haughen, made two flights of five minutes each in Sikorsky’s experimental aircraft. He is the only person, aside from the inventor, to fly the machine and is believed to be the first United States army pilot to fly one. , Pleased by Flight. Flying alone—the helicopter is a one-man machine—he slowly opened the throttle to the 100-horsepower motor and the triple-bladed air screw revolved faster and faster. Each ‘X’ Marks a Future Pilot for Uncle Sam The straps of their parachutes form an “X” pattern on the backs of these flying cadets at Randolph field, Texas, the “West Point of the Air.” Each cross likewise marks another of the 7,000 pilots to be added yearly to the expanding U. S. air corps. Several of the cadets, are shown heading for their planes for their daily flight training. Others are seated awaiting their turn to go aloft. A concentrated course of training is preparing these cadets for service in a minimum length of time. Then, after he pulled a lever which changed the pitch of the blades on the airscrew, the ship rose vertical ly to an altitude of 20 feet. In his brief flights he demonstrated the ability of the plane to move forward and backward and rise and land vertically. Later Mr. Sikorsky made a dem onstration flight and reached an alti tude of 100 feet. “The demonstration by Mr. Sikor sky showed the helicopter to act, in every respect, satisfactorily to the normal operation of an aircraft of its type,” Captain Gregory said. “I think its possibilities are great, both in commercial and military fields.” Captain Gregory said he was greatly impressed by the ease with which the helicopter can be con trolled. There is no need for basic changes in its construction, he said. The officer plans to return for fur ther flights. The two officers flew here in the morning from Dayton and took off on their return trip early in the aft ernoon. Used for Observation. Recent reports from European battlefields indicated that Germany has employed helicopters as obser vation craft, and possibly as attack planes. A news account related that a flyer set an aircraft down in a small area within a fort. Germany is known to possess the only success ful helicopter in Europe, which can rise vertically from a stationary po sition to a great altitude and can land in a tiny space. Mr. Sikorsky was a pioneer in ex periments with helicopters, begin ning in 1909 in Russia. He is en gineering manager of the Vought- Sikorsky division of the United Air craft corporation. Capt. Boris Ser- gievsky, of the Helicopter Corpora tion of America, recently flew a helicopter built by the late Dr. George de Bothezat, a pioneer in rotary-wing aircraft. At the Bald win Locomotive Works in Pennsyl vania, an English-born aeronautical engineer, W. Laurence LePage, is building a helicopter. FARMER BROWN’S BOY MISSES A DUCK “/"kUACK, quack, quack, quack, '-c quack, quack!” Sammy Jay, who had stopped in the big maple tree in Farmer Brown’s dooryard for a minute, shook his head in dis gust. “Did you ever hear such noisy things as those ducks in all your life?” he muttered to no one in par ticular. “Since you ask me, I must say that I have,” replied Chatterer the “One is surely missing,” said he. Red Squirrel, poking his head out of a hole close by Sammy. “I didn’t ask you!” snapped Sam my, who had given a frightened lit tle jump at Chatterer’s unexpected appearance and was provoked, as some people are when they are star tled. “Well, who were you asking?” de manded Chatterer. “I seem to be the only one near enough to hear.” "I wasn’t asking anybody; I was talking to myself!” snapped Sam my. “A bad habit! A very bad hab it!” replied Chatterer, shaking his head gravely. “Some day you will give away a secret that way. But getting back to those noisy ducks; they are no more noisy than you are when you are excited. By the way, Farmer Brown’s boy seems to be troubled about something. I won der if it has anything to do with those foolish ducks.” Sammy Jay turned to look, and right away he forgot his ill temper. Farmer Brown’s boy did seem to be troubled about something. He had driven all of the ducks into a corner of the henyard, and he was count ing them. Three times he counted them, and there was a frown on his face as he began once more. He took off his hat and rubbed the top of his head thoughtfully. "There certainly was one more this morning, for I counted them when 1 turned them out,”'he mur mured. “Quack, quack, quack,” said the ducks. Farmer Brown’s boy grinned. “I suppose if I could understand duck talk you would tell me all about what has happened, but seeing that I don’t understand a word you say I suppose I have got to find out for myself.” Once more he counted the ducks. “One is surely missing,” said he. “Wonder if the foolish thing has wandered off somewhere. I’ll have a look in the grass around the duck pond. Perhaps I’ll find something there to tell me what has become of that missing quacker.” Off he strode to the duck pond, and Sammy and Chatterer could see him looking about in the grass. Then he looked this way and that way in the air. Of course he wasn’t looking for a duck there. What he was looking for was to see if Red- tail the Hawk or any of Redtail’s relatives were anywhere m sight. Not a single member of the Hawk family was to be seen. Then Farm er Brown’s boy began to study the ground. He was looking for tracks. Yes, sir, he was looking for tracks. He was looking for the footprints of Reddy or Granny Fox. He didn’t find any, and once more he took off his hat and rubbed his head thought fully. “I give it up,” said he at last. “That duck has disappeared just the way my lunch did the day I went after berries in the Old Pas ture and met Buster Bear.” Farmer Brown’s boy spoke more truly than he guessed. Old Man Coyote could have told him just why it was that he missed one of his ducks that night. e T. W. Burge—.—WNU Service. Canny Scot Trades Knife For Old Jackknife Island WAUKESHA, WIS.—How an island was traded for a jackknife is re vealed in a musty real estate title in the Waukesha county courthouse. The island is that strip of land in Pewaukee lake about three blocks from the main street of Pewaukee. It is now known as Wilson’s is land, but it has also been called Big island, Rannie’s inland and Jackknife island. The latter name comes from the days when Indians still lived around Pewaukee lake and an Indiana Scotchman, who owned the island, sold it to one of his canny countrymen fresh from Glasgow and the Clydeside. The property is shaped like a jack knife, and that is just what George Rannie, the Glasgow man, gave George Donaldson of Indiana for the island. Refugees Like U. S., But Not Fire Siren WILLOW SPRINGS, MO.—The four young Britishers staying with th^ir aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Armstrong, for the duration of the war think this country is “swell.” Their only complaint is that the fire department’s noon whistle sends them scurrying in search of an air-raid shelter. Indian Woman Defies Courts. Rebuilds Barrier ALLEGANY INDIAN RESERVA TION, N. Y.—An Indian woman de fied federal and state court orders directing removal of a barricade she erected to “keep palefaces off my tribal property” and rebuilt the barbed wire fence after it was torn down by United States marshals. Mrs. Ethia Van Aernam, a Sene ca, built the fence some time ago to keep several white families from using Ten Mile road. She contended that the state-maintained dirt lane was on her land and that neither she nor her ancestors ever had been paid for its use. Before they tore down the barri cade federal authorities attempted futilely to serve the writs on Mrs. Van Aernam. The writs, is sued on petition of the whites, then were nailed to her door. As the marshals left the Indian woman strode out of her house and shouted: “I’ve got lots of wire, and I’ll keep on putting up fences as many times as you take ’em down.” Then she set to work stringing up the new barricade. Hiiuite Make-Ups By V.V. IF YOU are going to a dance, A spray your ankles with perfume before you put on your sheer hose. The perfume will give a very subtle scent from the hemline of your dress. This may be more effective than perfume on your hair. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.,’ Monks Boy Here Monks of Mount Athos, Greece, are now using American flour ex clusively in their celebrated mon astery, exercising one of the privi leges which have made them a law unto themselves for centuries. Be ing exempt from import duties, they find it cheaper to buy from the Unit ed States the 300 tons of flour they consume annually rather than pur chase their supply in the home market. The flour is imported by means of special permits, while the necessary foreign exchange is pro vided by the Bank of Greece in Athens. ‘England Expects Every Man . . . ’ Doing his duty for his country, John Fiske, a 15-year-old lad, takes great pride in showing King George of England his handiwork during a visit by the king to a munitions factory near London. YOUNG GIRL SNAKE COLLECTOR TURNS HOBBY INTO PROFIT NEW YORK.—Betty Armiento has found it profitable to turn her hobby into a business. The 19-year-old girl, who has been collecting reptiles for the last three years as a hobby, is now selling the snakes she captures to Dr. Raymond Ditmars, curator of the Bronx zoo. At the present Miss Armiento has no competition from members of her sex. Tom-boyish in appearance, she lives with her parents in the Bronx. Her love for animals and reptUes, the latter in-particular, dates back six years, when her mother opened a small pet shop in the Bronx. The Armientos run a pet store and, when she is not out hunting snakes, the gir’. is the principal saleswoman. Miss Armiento, who twice has been bitten by non-poisonous snakes, (learned the art of catching reptiles from a friend of the family. Her principal hunting grounds are the Catskill mountains and the Ramapos i around Suffem, N. Y. She sold 100 snakes to the zoo in the last three months, including the dangerous copperheads and rattlers. Non-poisonous snakes, which are harder to catch, are in greater de mand than their more deadly breth ren, the young herpetologist says. Dr. Ditmars supplies a list of snakes wanted by the zoo and she does her best to fill the order. j “This is strictly a business of ' quantity and quality,” she said. “I get $2 for copperheads and as high as $3 for a Pine snake. The price of reptiles fluctuates and never has gone above the $3 limit.” Her ambition is to tour the United States in an automobile collecting snakes for the zoo. If she makes enough money this year she will purchase a car and begin her trav els next year. t Strange Facts ! All One-Sided 400 Trees Apiece Bordering the U. S. C. One-sidedness in a person is shown not only in the use of the hand, but also in the use of the eye and the foot. In other words, a left-handed individual will nor mally use his left eye to look into a microscope and his left foot to kick an object out of the way. <L The quantity of wood that the average person utilizes during the course of his life—in house con struction, furniture, musical in struments, motorcars, sporting goods, pencils, magazines, news papers, books and other paper ar ticles—is equivalent to that of about 400 large trees. C. When the moon is a crescent, the light that makes the whole disk faintly visible is earthshine, or the sunlight that is reflected by the earth. At that time of the month, earthshine on the moon is estimat ed to be 12 times as bright as the light of a full moon on the earth. C. Although the land area of Can ada is nearly 500,000 square miles larger than that of the United States, almost 90 per cent of its population live within 200 miles of the American border.—Collier’s. V nerves? Cranky? Raatleas? Can’t sleep? Tire easily? Worried due to female functional disorders? Then try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound famous for over 60 years in helping such weak, rundown, nervous women. Start today I Learning Another Lesson He went down to the school with a glimmering of another lesson in his heart—the lesson that he who has conquered his own spirit has conquered the whole outw.rd world.—Hughes. For Only 10/Now Less than a dose Dr. Hitchcock s LAXATIVE POWDER Later Learning It’s what we learn after we think we know it all that counts.— W. R. Morris. 1 i CMOICi OP MILLIONS iST. JOSEPH ASPIRIN ^ WORLD'S LAXliST SilUR A1 Till We Meet The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?—Rowe. KENT BLADES Individual Man It is far easier to know men than to know man.—La Rochefou cauld. HANDY Monte Used JARS 5< AND IO< Noble Woman Earth’s noblest thing, a woman perfected.—J. R. LowelL Please to Live We that live to please mub- please to live. MALARIA in 7 day* and relieves COLDS LIQUID • TABLETS - . - . . halvb-nosb drops .Tsssptom. first da. Try *TtaMly-TtaB”—a Wonderfal WNU—7 35—40 • TEACHING A CHILD • • VALUE OF PENNIES • • A child of a wise mother will be • • taught from early childhood to be- • • come a regular reader of the adver- • e tisements-In that way better perhaps • • than in any other can the child be • • taught the great value of pennies and • • the permanent benefit which cornea • • from making every penny count. •