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Hettie Fithian Cattell, writings
 

This page is devoted to a directory (and selected transcriptions) of some of the writings of Hetty Cattell (1887-1976) — who also wrote as Hester Cattell, Hetty Cattell Parker and (from 1925) as Hettie Fithian Cattell. The material is arranged chronologically (as far as I can determine) —

Crossing the Plains in 64   (historical sketch; 1909)
A Dog’s Meal at Fifteen Dollars   (historical sketch; 1910)
a poem and an epigram or two   (1911-12)
Pose in Nude? Lillian Ellen Harrison enthuses over her art   (1913)
‘Kid Politician’ election factor   (on political campaign; 1913)
Love Hopeless at 40, Woman Embraces Death   (1913)
‘Passing Show of 1912’ a Scream   (vaudeville review; 1913)
X-ray skirt Is founded on gospel of hygiene   (1913)
“Fat Ladies,” Marjorie Hamilton Cunningham... “Weight” of Evidence at Federal Trial   (1913)
Say, boys! school! clip hair short!   (hygiene, 1913)
‘Nick Carter’ lands in jail   (1913)
Hetty Cattell spends day in Canon City prison cell   (report on conditions in women’s jail; 1913)
Abundance of fun on Orpheum’s bill   (vaudeville review, 1913)
book reviews, Rocky Mountain News   (1913)
Gym club for girls, a Denver wrinkle   (1913)
U.S. needs ships to get benefit of [Panama] canal   (1913)
Naughty! Double Slit! Lands pretty girl in jail   (1913)
Convict murderer has genius, architect for penitentiary   (1913)
book reviews, Rocky Mountain News   (1913)
Christians unite? No — Yes — Mostly no   (1913)
Suffrage can’t kill chivalry; it’s dead   (1913)
Pale faces shunned by Indian maidens   (1913)
book reviews, Rocky Mountain News   (1913)
Memory   (“Forget it!”; 1914)
Jackies snubbed at rooky dance   (naval base story, 1916)
The anthology of a boarding house   (humorous sketch, 1919)
On Punctuality   (humorous essay, 1919)
The Voice of Marie   (paragraphs 2 & 3, personal?' 1919)
Sensorial Sketches of Women   (verse, in The Pagan, April-May 1920)
For the love of Pete   (drama, published 1925)
Watch this space   (short verse-y letter to the editor, 1926)
Fanny Brice, Her Story   (3 parts, in Panorama, New York’s Illustrated Weekly, 1928)

A second page is devoted to her life/career, and includes a condensed timeline : 2573b.

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1. Hester Cattell, “Crossing the Plains in 64,” in The Trail 2:1 (June 1909) : 11-13
   NYPL copy/scan (via hathitrust) : link U Wisconsin-Madison copy/scan (via google books) : link

   On Joseph H. Estabrook, taking his family from Fulton, Illinois to Living Springs, Colorado, the dangers being not the Civil War but “only the predatory Utes, Arapahoes, Cheyennes, Sioux and lesser tribes of murderous savages, save now and then a ‘stage picker’.” The party is saved from massacre by providentially missing a cut-off/short cut that would have brought them into ambush and death.

2. Hetty Cattell, “A Dog’s Meal at Fifteen Dollars,” in The Trail 2:8 (January 1910) : 22-23
   NYPL copy (via hathitrust) : link
   U Wisconsin-Madison copy/scan (via google books) : link

   a funny story about returning from the gold fields, arriving safely at Ogden after avoiding road agents, and the cost of a meal at a Mormon Bishop’s house (involving his six wives).

   note :
   The Trail describes itself on its cover as “A Magazine ‘for Colorado;’ Official organ of the Society of Sons of Colorado,” and on its masthead as “A Monthly Publication ‘for Colorado’ and devoted to the interests of the Society of Sons of Colorado.” The Trail had earlier (1906-08) had the title “Sons of Colorado;” the change seems to have been effected to broaden the journal’s outlook, to follow trails into the future. (see editorial note to Volume 1, Number 1 (June 1908) : link)

   something on the society at wikipedia : link

3. “a poem and an epigram or two” in Satire,
   a short-lived journal (1911-1912) founded and edited by Walter Pulitzer. Mentioned by Cattell in A. C. Haeselbarth’s profile of her at The Editor and Publisher (November 29, 1913).

   A partial run at NYPL (not yet seen).

   Walter Pulitzer (1878-1926) was writer, publisher and chess composer (wikipedia); also a prodigal nephew of Joseph Pulitzer. On the masthead : “A weekly commentary on everyday things, human beings and others..”
    

   

   Colorado / Rocky Mountain News

   Cattell’s earlier writing for The Rocky Mountain News, as well as some notices about her career, can be accessed via the search function of the Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection :
   for Hetty Cattell (279 items, some about her) : link
   for Hettie Cattel (six items) : link

   What is presented below are some of those 285 items in The Rocky Mountain News that interested the compiler of this page.

4. Hetty Cattell, “Pose in Nude? Yes! Begin Early, Advises Gibson Girl
   But Before Young Men? No! They Are Too Susceptible;
   Lillian Ellen Harrison Enthuses Over Her Art and Declares It Is as Great as Acting.”

   The Rocky Mountain News 14:95 (April 5, 1913)
   Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

   

   MISS LILLIAN ELLEN HARRISON, former Gibson girl model and now model at Denver Fine Arts club, who says girls may make honorable living by posing. She has been a model for Charles Dana Gibson and Edwin Abbe. This picture was posed by Bruce Wiswall, News staff photographer.

         Miss Lillian Ellen Harrison turned the profile which Charles Dana Gibson used in many of his pictures, and with wondering, blue eyes, looked at her questioner. Would she advise young girls to serve as artists’ models? She would, certainly. Why not? But she would add the proviso that ’twere better to pose for established artists than for students. The reason — that the latter are susceptible. Lillian Harrison, whose Romanesque features attracted even the famous Edwin Abbe, Sir Alma Tademan, Francis Millet and Solomon J. Solomon, spoke in praise of the profession which she loves. It was Sir Tademan who recognized in her an unusual model.
   Says Posing Is an Art.
         Posing, according to Lillie Ellen, as she is known in artist circles, is essentially as much of an art as acting.
         “Had I never had training when young in posing in the nude,” said she, “I should not attempt It now, and I think that one does not look at it in the same light when one grows older. I should say to the girl who has a good figure, and wishes to pose, ‘Do so while you are young, or else pose always for head or costumed figures.’”
         Lillie Harrison posed in the nude for Tademan. With Sir Edwin Abbey it was her features that attracted. Abbey had the reputation of being more accurate than any other historic painter. “The Flag of Truce,” by Tademan, a bust picture, is perhapus the best known painting for which she posed. With Millet her work was costume work. With Charles Dana Gibson It was full face views.
   Poses for Classes Here.
         While in Denver she has posed for some of the classes of the Fine Arts college, 32 East Eighteenth street. She is about 5 feet 6 inches In height and her complexion is wonderful.
         “It takes all the conceit out of anyone to know that one’s beauty Is merely an abstract thing to people, to great people,” she said. “It comes to be more of a bore sometimes than a great pleasure.
   That Moral Atmosphere.
         “As to the moral atmosphere about the model. It Is no worse than about the clerks In the dry goods stores, or the theatrical people. With the older painters, their work is more serious, but the younger men — the younger men are very, very susceptible. I consider that ‘The Common Law,’ by Charles Dana Gibson, a very good idea of what the life of a model is.”
         Lillian Harrison is decidedly English, and though she has adopted this country, is stamped indelibly with English customs of speech and manner.
         American girls, she declares are so much older than English girls. And as long as so many American young women earn their own living, she thinks perhaps it were much better that the American girl have the independence and the wisdom for her years.

   —

   The Common Law (1911) was illustrated — and prodigally so — by Charles Dana Gibson, but written by Robert W. Chambers. It figures in one of my putterings extracts : 414
    

5. Hetty Cattell, “Kid Politician” Election Factor
   Tunnel Cause Stirs Civic Pride
   Youthful lusty-lunged campaigners electioneer for Moffat Amendment and “Votes for WEMEN” and their favorite candidates.”
   The Rocky Mountain News 54:141 (May 21, 1913)
   Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

   

   An enthusiastic young politician who worked yesterday for the tunnel project.

   THE “kid-politician” was abroad yesterday. Working, of course! The “kid-politician” is the latest outgrowth of woman’s suffrage. He has come to be a factor in Denver elections not to be ignored. Candidates have found that a husky little kid can dole out campaign cards, and carry out other necessary points of detail in an election, sometimes to greater advantage than older people.
         The “kid-politician” came into his own Tuesday. Heretofore his services have been rewarded with boxes of candy, sweet smiles and bright promises for his future. But yesterday he drew down in many instances a compensation not to be despised.
         The greater number of the youngsters who worked about the polls yesterday were campaigning for the tunnel project. Hundreds of them were over the city, two and three at each polling place. They were provided with megaphones, white caps, and plenty of campaign literature. And how they did the work!
         The man who succeeded in getting by these politicians of tender age, without being loaded with literature, probably walked down the middle of the street.
         MRS. KATHERINE M’GOVERN, candidate for commissioner of social welfare; had any number of ardent enthusiasts with good lungs and well-developed sprinting ability using both in her cause. The “kid-politician” was abroad in some instances to help his father. For example, Frank Shrader, son of William Shrader, worked about the polling place at Seventeenth and Williams as ardently as any man.
         Then there are those who must be recorded although their work was of the nature that was born to remain unheralded — the kids who carried lunches, dinners to the judges and watchers in the various polling places, the kids who took care of the home, while father and mother and big sister were engaged in distributing campaign cards, acting as judge, or taking the part of watcher.
         IN SOME instances the youthful politician forgot his predilections and adorned the front of his blouse or coat with the campaign tags of numerous candidates, sometimes divulging such a democratic spirit that it was hard to believe such a thing may exist in a world made up of nothing but prejudice, to say nothing of political preferences.
         A “kid-politician” who can wear badges for three or four candidates out for the same commissionership shows a breadth of mind foreshadowing an interesting future.
         Some of it was good advertising at that. Hat bands showing commissioner preference had to be recognized. A false front of a conglomeration of badges which had served their purposes elsewhere, perhaps, could not help but be gazed upon by the thoughtful eye.
         “So you are working for rhe tunnel project, and you are also supporting Mrs. McGovern?” was asked a Kid politician.
         “No!” he shouted between breaths. “I’m just working for the tunnel. I just found this badge.”
         ONE school child wore this upon the band of his hat: “Vote for WEMEN.”
         Jimmy Donovan. 314 West Fourteenth avenue, was stationed with a megaphone at the polling place, 1401 Williams street.
         Hubert Taggart was working at the polling place, Fourteenth and Glenarm. Lewis Butler of 1643 High street was stationed at the polling place, Seventeenth and Williams street, distributing cards for William Shrader. Leslie Van Nest “megaphoned” for the tunnel. Leslie lives at 1653 Williams street.
         George Hopkins, 1739 East Twenty-second avenue, distributed cards all day for Mrs. McGovern. Richard Reidy of 3107 Stout street was an energetic worker for James Markey. Fred Shultz, 813 Thirty-first street, and Lisle Vinland, 3037 Stout street, were among the distributers of cards.
         THE day saw few of the young girls out. Occasionally a young girl might have been seen riding about in the automobiles, gathering voters to take to the polls. This was rarer, though, than in some past elections. The “kid-politician,” however, is in, Denver to stay. His presence is too valuable to dispense with it. Principals of the various schools of the city recommended the youngsters who served for the “tunnel cause” yesterday.
    

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   The “tunnel” would have been the Moffat Tunnel, an important railroad and water tunnel completed in 1928. wikipedia : link

6. Hetty Cattell, “Love Hopeless at 40, Woman Embraces Death
   ‘Wavering Age’ Seeks Peace With Poison
   Russian Author’s Arraignment of Middle Life Again Justified by Deliberate Suicide.”
   The Rocky Mountain News 54:158 (June 7, 1913)
   Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

         ANOTHER link in the chain of evidence forged by Michaelis Stangeland, the great Russian author, against the woman of 40 and 50, was added yesterday when Stella Randolph, a seamstress of middle-age, finding herself torn with the sorrow of an unrequited passion, died by her own hand. Thursday morning in her room at 1721 Welton street, she took bichloride of mercury, and succumbed Friday morning at 7 o’clock. For hours she lay on a bed of pain, refusing to confess she had taken poison, thwarting the physician’s diagnosis. She chatted pleasantly with roomers who stepped in to see her. When confronted with the wail of loneliness concentrated in a short letter she had written and left lying on a nearby table, she only smiled.
         It is believed that Miss Randolph, finding the antidotes administered to her to have effect, procured more of the poison when left alone in her room, and continued doses throughout the afternoon and night.
         Thursday morning, the landlady of the Welton street rooming house was called to Miss Raldolph’s room. It was evident that the woman was very ill. A physician was summoned. Miss Randolph insisted that she had taken nothing, though the symptoms were those of poisoning. Antidotes were given her. Twice the doctor was recalled when her condition seemed worse. At 7 o’clock yesterday morning the landlady went into the womans room and discovered that death had occurred.
         None admit having found a bottle of mercury about the bed, though it is the belief of doctor and coroner that this was the method by which she killed herself.
         Miss Randolph kept up a pretense of cheerfulness. Though suffering intense agony, it was seldom that a sign of pain was allowed to be observed by those who gathered about her bedside.
         Days before she had evidently made preparation for suicide. The letter of pessimistic philosophizings is dated June 1.
   Author’s Words Proved.
         Michaelis Stangeland, in the famous book, “The Uncertain Age,” developed the eccentricities, the unaccountable actions that the “wavering” age brings. In this, he showed physiologically the susceptible affections of the woman of 40 and 50, and the psychological terrors awaiting her. Time and again, his theory has seemed to have substantiation.
         For several months Miss Randolph has lived the uneventful life of the woman who sews day in and day out. The gray of maturity sudenly became lighted with a great passion. It flickered, failed and with it went the life of the quiet little dressmaker. She complained to no one. Occasionally she stepped in to see other roomers in the hotel, and several times mentioned that she was lonely. For some of the roomers, she did sewing. She was reticent and said little about her own affairs to strangers. She told that she had been married before.
   Kept Great Love Secret
         She had procured the divorce, she declared. Also, she told her landlady that her husband was eager to have her remarry him. She was never known to mention her infatuation for the Denver man, who is known to be Henry Robinson, a bartender in the Carlton hotel. He rarely visited her during her stay in the Welton street hotel.
         Letters in her room indicate that he had grown tired of her. One requested her not to meet him any more. Several made excuses for not being able to come to see her. A letter from a friend, also warned her:
         April 10, ’13.
         Dear Stella: — Just a few lines to let you know that Henry is not acting square with you. A word to the wise is sufficient.
         A letter from Louis Smith, Spokane, Wash., dated July 18, 1912, stated that Perrin, her former husband, was In Spokane, and that the writer would "put her next” to where he was staying, if Miss Randolph would go to Spokane.
         Miss Randolph was a resident of Cripple Creek prior to a few years ago. She resumed her name of Randolph when she came to Denver.
         Evidently she desired not to make known the name of Robinson, believing that it would come to light any way.
         “So I am content to leave this happy world of ours,” she wrote, underlining ours and bracketing the words “Do not betray your best friend.”
         She called the blessing of God upon the friends who had made her suffer and died with the declaration that “it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
         The pitiful story of an ignorance in the philosophy of living is told in the following note in the little dressmaker’s cramped handwriting:
   Letter Cries Loneliness.
         “I am just lonesome, tired of living alone, no one to love or care for, no one to cheer me when things go wrong. I have tried to be a good fellow with all my so-called friends. I love the fellow who will shake your hand when you are all in, down and out, and the fellow who knows all about you and likes you just the same. Fair weather friends are plenty, but give me the one who will call on the rainy day, stay and be cheerful till the clouds pass away.
         “There is only one to blame for this rash act, one who I thought was true and loyal, one who I would have bet my life on. I have found him unfaithful and disloyal. I mention no names. Time tells all things. Lost confidence is never fully restored.
         “Trust no one. The American dollar Is your only friend. People think you are weak-minded or crazy when you commit a crime or kill yourself. I say no; you have tried to please, tried to make those happy that you love and care for and have failed. I think those we love are weaker and less prepared for the hereafter than those who deliberately take their lives. For we find those we leave behind so frivolous and foolish.
         “So I am content to leave this nappy [sic, intentional or not] world of OURS. Do not betray your best friend.
         “These lines may not be wrote properly, but one with a broad mind can get the full meaning. It Is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. True love is precious. Love is like rain to the flower, and without It the flower withers and dies. Sunshine is the blessing God sends to us, and without the bright rays of the beautiful ball of fire we all fade away.
         “For each and every pain my socalled friends have caused me I wish them happiness and joy. God bless and protect them from all harm. I am just an unfortunate CREATURE.”

   caption :
   MISS STELLA RANDOLPH, who took bichloride of mercury in several doses yesterday and fought efforts of physicians to save her life.
    

7. Hetty Cattell, “‘Passing Show of 1912’ a Scream; Picture an Explosion of Nature
   Pretty choruses and scenic effects delight audience at Broadway; Trixie Friganza in gorgeous gowns and jolly jigs.”

   The Rocky Mountain News 54:160 (June 9, 1913)
   Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

   “THE PASSING SHOW OF 1912,” at the Broadway this week, concentrates the follies and foibles of a year into two hours and a half and throws them upon an iridescent screen. The picture is an explosion of nature. A mass of frothy spray gushes up like a geyser. And the result is a beautiful, marvelous, surprising and threatening representation.
         “The Passing Show” is a conglomeration of everything that has occupied the public mind from baseball to divorce. It treats them all from the comic side, and, baring the frivolities, the artificialities of a globe, saves the day by rousing nature’s corrective — laughter.
         In color, pretty choruses and scenic effects the production is one of the best that has ever come to Denver. If one keeps his mind strictly upon the fact that the purpose of the “passing show” is that of curing errors by pointing them out, as well as entertaining, the evening is enjoyable.
         “The Passing Show of 1912” has the advantage of being frank, to say the least, for nothing in it totters on the brink of suggestion. Whatever is to be said is said. Profanity creeps in now and then and is not smothered.
         THE ancient satirical plays and their eminent popularity prove that the spirit which is so manifestly enjoyed in “The Passing Show” is the survival of what was. The satirical note of the production is its charm. That viewpoint lost, and there is left nothing but a group of pretty choruses and some things that verge onto the unspeakable.
         “The Passing Show” must be viewed with a mental attitude, which, at times, must be fought for to be maintained.
         Andrew Carnegie, the Laird of Skibo, Teddy Roosevelt and political lights are made fun of, as are the plays that have attracted public attention this year. Scarcely an actress of any note is passed up. They are all there in name and gowning.
         The gowns in the choruses are beautiful. The girls in the choruses are bewitching, and the show, being directly from New York, is excuse enough for its proving to be too large for the stage, the choruses invading the house on a miniature Brooklyn bridge. This idea seems quite the thing in the comic opera. The music, gowns, scenic effects and pretty girls make up for a lack of voices. Many of the songs are catchy and pleasing.
         THE staging of Act I. of the production is to represent a wharf. Theodore Roosevelt and Andrew Carnegie hobnob in the throng, Roosevelt declaring that he feels he will remain idle for a long time.
         “My hat is still in the ring,” “I feel bully,” and other references to his political experiences of last year are numerous and prove very palatable.
         The harem scene is exquisite in coloring and arrangement. The girls smoke cigarettes. Here a bit of dancing is well done, but out-Salomies Salome. A take-off on the dances that have become popularized is given. Ivan Pavlowa and Mordkin, the great Russian dancers, come in for their share of ridicule. The Greek dancer, Isador Duncan, is not forgotten.
         The part that the name of Belasco takes in any production is treated well. The spirit of David Warfield appears and asks that Belasco give him his rights, and presents him next time as anything but a “dead one.”
         THE Trixie Friganza is Trixie Friganza, and there is no one else like her. She appears in some gorgeous gowns, sweet smiles, pretty jmses, rough lines and jolly jigs. But she is pleasing.
         “The Spark of Life,” a peculiar dance, looks like the rushing together of threads of magnetic ore, of the purposeless movements of amoeba. The spark of life, wielded by the Hindoo, colors up a perfect — physiologically, in that it has two parts — heart of the maiden, who is saved from the hands of the Hindoo by a power from heaven.
         The fashionable status of divorce, the dictagraph, the invention of the year, soul mates, the rag, the tango were ridiculed.
         Some of the characterizations were as good as have ever been seen on a local stage. Willie Howard as Peter Grimm, a waiter, and in other character roles, was a revelation. Texas Quinan, in several roles, proved bewitchingly pretty and a splendid actress. As “Bunty,” in the take-off of “Bunty Pulls the Strings,” she was a dream of coquettishness, and revealed that she is a born soubrette.

   

   THREE OF THE QUAKER GIRLS, demure but bewitching, who appeared last night in “The Passing Show of 1912,” at the Broadway.
    

8. Hetty Cattell, “X-Ray Skirt Is Founded on Gospel of Hygiene Hearkens to Eden, Adam and Eve Not Ashamed
   Unpetticoated Garb Charms Eastern Girls; Limbs Shift Freely; Hips Shorn of Burden.”

   The Rocky Mountain News 54:229 (August 17, 1913)
   Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

   THE X-ray skirt, which, according to the St. James version, is the unpetticoated gown, the slit skirt — in fact, all abbreviations and contractions of garb — should have the official sanction of those who devote their lives to propounding the gospel of hygiene. That is, according to Wilbur F. Cannon, former state pure food commissioner, and now chief of the bureau of health of the Fraternal Union of America. He has returned from the East, where he not only promoted a big project with Thomas A. Edison, but thought a whole lot about slit skirts, X-rays, and the abbreviations which Eastern ladies exploit more than their Western sisters.
         Cannon becomes wildly enthusiastic about the present styles and deplores the fact that the West, which he proves by logical formula, should be the home of the slit skirt and similar species of gowning, does not adopt the Eastern rage more readily.
         Cannon’s contention is that the present styles are not prone to induce immorality, and he refers to the second and third chapters of Genesis for spiritual guidance in the assertion.
         WILBUR CANNON has delved into the analysis of articles a great deal more intricate than ladies’ garb, so that his conclusions of the hygienic elements in the present fashions should be taken as of moment.
         Cannon, who doesn’t believe in shaking hands any more than he sanctions kissing — because of the possibilities of free travel for germs — sees five reasons why the slit skirts and X-rays are about the most healthful form of garmenting yet devised by the fertile minds of fashion dictators.
         1. The X-ray, the slit skirt, affords freer circulation of air about the body. Air is a tonic and stimulant to the skin. (Conclusion to be supplied.)
         2. Absence of so many underskirts makes less weight upon the hips, and may be called a prophylactic measure in kidney troubles. It may save backaches.
         3. Absence of the usual amount of clothes necessitates more frequent bathing, thus opening the pores and causing freer perspiration. This means less burden on the kidneys. Here comes in the argument that the West is the natural home of the X-ray. It is in a climate like Denver that sufferers from kidney diseases are more numerous. Where there is much humidity these troubles are fewer, owing to much perspiring.
         4. The latest fashion permits of freer movement of the limbs and conserves energy therefor.
         5. There is less labor required in ironing, washing and taking care of clothes.
         He elaborates upon the idea of the healthful effect of air reaching the skin. Fewer woman than men have pneumonia, he says, simply because of low-neck gowns. The skin under a microscope appears like a sponge. The more it is exposed to the sunlight and the air the better.
         NOW, against this array of argumentative proof in the case of the slit skirt and X-ray gown versus the general public, what the prosecution has brought forth amounts to nil. Biblical proof of the morality of such gowning is right at hand with the former food commissioner.
         Short skirts are anothe/delight to the eye of the health bureau chief. Long skirts are the paradise of the pathogenic bacteria, he says, and shudders at the thought of the enemies to health that are carried about by the ladies.
         Now, as to the moral issue in regard to the question- i able skirts. Cannon hearkens back to the garden of Eden (Genesis, 2:25, and 3). First, Adam and Eve were not ashamed. Second, the voice from heaven asked “everybody’s ancestors” what person or thing had told the Garden of Eden Inhabitants that they were not dolled up. And the lady told on the serpent.
         As to the conception of what constitutes a seemly garb for ladies, Cannon says that Allah directed women to conceal their faces. Allah doesn’t change his mind as often as fashion changes the styles in Christendom, and so Turkish ladies still wear veils even when they are not in mourning. Revert for a moment back to the Chinese fashion. No “lady” of China could warrant that coveted appellation if she continued to trot around on the feet that nature provided for her. Unless tied into strange shapes, feet were a disgrace, an immorality.
         Men overdress as well as overeat, according to Cannon. “It is only a pity that men cannot dress as sensibly as women. Their clothes today decrease vitality and dwarf strength.
         THE tendency of the lines of fashion now in vague is the trend of styles that will continue as long as ladies have a “reasoner” and a sense of hygiene. Ladies who have not been provided with these special senses will continue in long skirts, “the invention of the devil, corsets,” and will drape the human temple in bolts and bolts of weaving at the expense of their husbands.
         The old Greek styles of dress weren’t so bad, but Cannon does not favor bare feet, even in dancing. Feet are ugly, he says.
         The health bureau chief, who represents a wholesome recoil from ideas that are out of perspective in regard to the changes in women’s dress, will speak September 9 in Colorado Springs before the American Society for the Promotion of Public Health, having been asked by the famous Dr. Evans to appear upon the programs. He goes shortly upon a lecture tour over the United States, promoting his ideas of health.

   caption : WILBER F. CANNON.
    

9. Hetty Cattell, “‘Fat Ladies’ U. S. Living Exhibits
   ‘After Taking’ Scorns Beauty
   Marjorie Cunningham With Husband Faces “Weight” of Evidence at Federal Trial.”
   The Rocky Mountain News 54:172 (June 21, 1913)
   Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

   

   MARJORIE HAMILTON CUNNINGHAM, who will explain to a jury in the federal court how she was helped by her own anti-fat cure.

   Marjorie Hamilton Cunningham and her husband, Walter C. Cunningham, sat in the Federal court yesterday while Uncle Sam began his probe of their anti-fat secret. Marjorie Cunningham, imperturable, turned her almost perfect profile to the irate fat ladies who have gathered from North, East, South and West to testify that the obesity reducer advertised by the Cunninghams failed to do the work.
         In a soft black dress and a white hat twined around with little roses, Mrs. Cunningham remained close to her husband, defying the rumor that the recent federal indictment has alienated her affections, and confirming her statement after the first session of this trial to the effect that the present case is hers and her husband’s jointly.
         She will not desert him in his trouble. “Perfectly ridiculous, the story of our separation,” said both, simultaneously, Mrs. Cunningham giving the feminine state seal to the remark — a rare smile — as both went from the courtroom, arm in arm.
   Fat Women Glowering.
         But Marjorie Cunningham has other trials besides the ordeal through which she now passes with her husband, as the Federal court endeavors to prove that she and her husband have used the mails to defraud by promoting their obesity reducer. Rotund forms, and globate faces with nary a smile visible, crowd into the courtroom.
         These, the prosecution lines up on one side of the room, while the ladies with the “chic figgahs” take seats far distant, making a study for the impressionist, the question being which can best demonstrate force of anger, curves or angles.
         From appearances, the “weight” of the evidence is against the Cunninghams. And in spite of well-padded nerves, the ladies grow peeved and disgruntled, and are ready to tear the hair of the beautiful lady who occupies the center of the stage.
         All during yesterday afternoon there were fat ladies’ conventions in the hallway, the courtroom and the first floor of the postoffice. Doting husbands lined up with the prosecution and cast angry glances at the defense. Clouds rolled up on the faces of the prosecution until it seemed that a cyclone were imminent.
   Fat Ladies Sensitive.
         Besides, the fat ladies are sensitive. Every time one enters the room, the grinning male portion of the audience gives a knowing glance and the situation becomes embarrassing. Smiles and knowing looks and whispered communications time and again drove several of the disgruntled ladies to the hall. The prosecution can be recognized by its shadows, so why offend by looking up?
         It was not until after 4 o’clock that the United States versus Cunningham case was called. Since early morning Mrs. Cunningham and her husband had sat In the courtroom awaiting the Judge’s decision upon a freight case. As early as 9 o’clock large ladies had puffed into the federal building, and waited here, there and everywhere.
         Indications are that there is going to be some difficulty in getting a jury. Twelve veniremen [“a person summoned for jury service under a venire facias”] have qualified. There are twelve more who will be examined today, and orders have been issued for the summoning of twenty more.
   One Juror Is Dismissed.
         Only one man was dismissed from duty yesterday. The Cunninghams would have to show him that they are innocent, he said, and he was dismissed promptly. Most of the jurors summoned, though they have been brought from different towns through- ' out the state, have [ ? ] of the Cunningham anti-fat secret. Not one juror whp has [ ? ] would belong to the class of oleaginous individuals. Up to date there is not a fat juryman on the roll.
         The Cunninghams have brought to Denver W. Knox Hayes and William S. Forrest of Chicago to assist Thomas Ward. Assistant United States Attorney Butler Disman and Special Attorney Fred Maynard are in charge of the prosecution.
         Witnesses who have been summoned from other parts of the country are Mrs. Ida M. Bigler, Salt Lake City; Miss Bertha Wheeler, Lane, Kan.; Mrs. Harry Clement, Clear Lake, S. D.; William Cross, Johnson, Neb.; Mrs. T. T. Page, Findley, Ohio; Mrs. W. J. Donnan, Kan.; Mrs. Fred Johnson, Good Hope, Ill.; Mrs. Mary Dickman, Dorchester, Neb.; Mrs. J. W. Haslam, Neb.; Mrs. S. A. Shellenberger, Hinsdale, Iowa; Mrs. D. N. Oliphant, Kingsey, Neb.
   Living Exhibits Produced.
         What Uncle Sam wants to know is why the gods were particularly favorable to Marjorie Hamilton Cunningham and her husband in divulging the secret which ranks next in importance to the Ponce de Leon ideal. The federal authorities would also learn what is the reason that the obesity cure did not work in the several cases now living exhibits in the court. The federal authorities have gathered evidence for the past two or three years. But the breathing evidence is going to be the part that “tells” (all it knows, too.)
         This part of the evidence was under orders, so it is said, not to divulge the treatment for removing obesity. But now it will tell how it rolled, bathed, “gymed,” starved, and then continued to put on adipose tissue at the rate of four pounds a week.
         Uncle Sam, prying up the edges of the anti-fat secret, becomes principal character in “The Fat Ladies’ Revenge.”
    

10. Hetty Cattell, “Say, Boys! School! Clip Hair Short!
    Session to begin Sept. 2; and listen fellahs: If you don’t want to keep combed, go to barber; more sanitary.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:234 (August 22, 1913)
    Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    A BURDEN as heavy as some of the chronicled trials of Job begins to weigh upon the shoulders of the small boy. Under his very nose, which for three months has been inhaling long draughts of the air of freedom, preparations are under way for the opening of school. If there isn’t bustle in his own home, the little girl next door is called in the house time and again to try on a new dress. Bobbed hair, in many instances which the small boy will point out, has been shorn to manly length, in that the “kindergartners” are ready for first-grade glories. In the grade schools and high school buildings vacuum cleaners are wheezing and panting over floors and walls. “A fellah” can see these asthmatic machines every time he passes that prison which he left behind three months ago. Teacher is occasionally visible in a new dress. All of which tolls a resonant, disastrous message to the small boy — the school doors will open Sept. 2.
          And there is one other who suffers simultaneously with the small boy — Superintendent of City Schools William H. Smiley, who is working from 5 o’clock in the morning until midnight these days that the mechanism which sets new brains in the lines in which they should move shall be in entire readiness by the first of September. And listen, boys! If you don’t want to keep your hair combed, have it clipped. Teachers say it’s more sanitary.
          SCHOOL will open with very few changes this year. It is expected that there will be as many, if not more, children enrolled in the city schools than last year. There will be few changes, because the financial conditions are not sure, since $700,000 have been spent for new buildings within the last two years.
          The $90,000 Robert W. Steele grade school will be the only new school opened this fall. The building is just a few blocks north of Washington park, Mrs. R. W. Steele, having presented 500 books to the school, a room has been set apart especially as a library, and will be thrown open along with five rooms in the building, September 2. There are nine rooms which could be used, but the overflow from Logan and Sherman schools, which the Steele school alms to accommodate, will require no more than five rooms.
          The principal of the new school will be selected shortly.
          Although the Twenty-fourth street school was sold some months ago for $52,000, the city will have use for the building for two years, so that pupils will enroll there as heretofore. The sale of this building helped materially to decrease the overdraft made necessary by the erection of the three expensive and large new buildings put up within the last two years.
          High school pupils are not going to be asked to sign the pledges which they have signed for several years, promising that they will refrain from joining secret societies.
          “WE BELIEVE,” said Superintendent Smiley, “that the community is law-abiding, and that such a step will no longer be necessary, In that the anti-frat statue [statute ?] is now in force.”
          The manual training, domestic science and technical courses will be maintained in Longfellow school for freshmen from South, East and West Denver. The second year these pupils are permitted to attend North Denver High school.
          Only a few days now, and the toll of school bells — metaphorically speaking, of course, in this day and age — will concentrate the rising generation into the spic and span, renovated rooms of the schools. From mountain resorts, tanned faces and arms which have browned under the burning rays of mountain sun and hillside wnds, will gather.
          But even now the joys of entire freedom are being blurred by the thought of the few days that remain before school opens, when, for nine months, algebra, “Caesar Crossing the Rubicon,” “amo–amas–amat,” the abc’s, long division, the principal cities of the Eastern states, and cold lunches will be the joys of childhood, for which the old folks spend years in repining.
     

11. Hetty Cattell, “‘Nick Carter’ Lands in Jail! Nabbed by Secret Service!
    Authorities disbelieve white haired author, but figures prove identity.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:235 (August 23, 1913)
    Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    NICK CARTER himself, in the toils of the police. That is the mammoth paradox which confronted the United States secret service agents yesterday, and which, in spite of- the appealing protests of him who claimed to be the old Nick himself, these unimaginative detectives of Uncle Sam refused to believe. So last night they put on an eastbound train Frederick Van Rensselaer Dey, stoop - shouldered, white - haired claimant to the honors of the idol of at least two generations of American boyhood. And he who professes that his is the pen which has thrust more culprits into prison than the combined detective agencies of the country, left Denver ignominiously, thrust into a train by the officers of the law.
          In the old man’s pockets were letters from some of the leading publishers of the East. On his face was a deep red flush. On his lips were the continuous assurances that he had not intentionally represented an officer of the United States secret service agency, but that he had said “rash things,” when the imagination, whose annual crop has netted him some thousands of dollars, was wandering without the curb of will and with the aid of spiritous liquors.
          THE old man was arrested Wednesday charged with impersonating a secret service agent. He claimed that his connection with Uncle Sam’s detective agency vested him with the authority to offer ambitious young men positions in the West from which they would be guaranteed at least $lO,000 per year. All that was required from the young n^en was that they leave their present positions. Dey claimed he would land them immediately in the secret service. Someone telephoned United States Secret Service Agent Rowland K. Goddard about the position, being suspicious of Dey, and the arrest followed. Dey was under the weather when Goddard reached the Oxford hotel, where the writer was staying.
          “Hello, my boy!” he cried to Goddard half stutteringly. “You don’t know who I aip. Why, I'm Nick Carter.” Then he continued to narrate his calling and made the secret service position offer to the operative, whereupon the aged writer was immediately taken to jail.
          TWO days he spent reviling the ambition of his life, which was to become a secret service agent, and the few drinks which he took with a group of strangers Wednesday morning. The ambition and the few tastes of liquor combined to his downfall late in his life, he said.
          Dey had not succeeded in getting anyone to take advantage of his offerings, as on the face of them they appeared so palpably impossible. Operator Goddard concluded that Dey’s assertion that he was drunk when he made the offerings was true. He exacted a promise from Goddard that the writer would leave Denver and the claimant to the Nick Carter stories was released.
          Dey is a man of distinguished appearance.
          He had as hard a time proving his identity as Nick Carter ever had in landing his criminals behind the bars.
          Dey was waylaid by newspaper reporters before he left the Federal building. Standing uncomfortably and continuously saying that he had not the time to talk long, he told snatches of his writing history.
          THIS was to the effect that in 1888 or 1889 he created the character of Nick Carter. At that time, he had been writing adventure stories for several magazines, he declared, and during the twenty years that he kept the Nick Carter stories going he made a record of about 30,000 words a week. Dey hereupon brought forth letters from the publisher of the Writer’s Guide, addressed to himself, care Munsey, New’ York, and showed a letter from the editor of Munsey’s.
          “The Nick Carter stories which I wrote some twenty years ago are now being reprinted,” he said. “Of course, you know, that in later years many of the detective stories were written by others, because the demand for the stories became so big that one man could not fill the orders. “The first Nick Carter story I ever wrote was ‘Nick Carter, Detective.’ The name ‘Nick Carter’ is owned by_an Eastern publishing house now. Others have contributed to these stories, but I was the originator of the character. There is no reason why I should make such a claim, save that I am proud of my efforts.
          “I’ve never made my living any other way but by writing. How long have I written? All my life. I have sold stories to many magazines. I have done nothing very pretentious. The story which is coming out in Munsey’s, not, however, under my own name, I consider the best work I have ever done. It is to be called ‘The Return of the Night Alen.’ ”
          WHILE many were not loath to express their doubt of the identity of Dey, some convincing evidence was brought forth from the public library. There it was discovered that as Dey made assertion, “A Gentleman of Quality,” by Frederick Van Rensselaer Dey, was published by the L. C. Page company in 1909. “The Princess and the Pirate” a short story by Frederick Van Rensselaer Dey, was published in the Munsey magazine. August of 1900.
          Dey claimed to have published under the name of Ross Beeckman, two books. These were the “Lost Woman,” and “Princess Sara,” both of which are listed in the public library records, as publications of Watt’s company, 1909.
          After telling so much of his history, Dey refused to talk longer.
          “Well,” he said, "I am not particularly anxious to have my history known. A story on my work appeared in the 'Literary Digest last April.’ ”
          The suggestion was made that Dey might have been trying to get copy for a new book by the act which landed him in the toils of the secret service officers but could not convict him.
          When Dey left the federal building there was a wide smile on his face.

    

    caption :
    Frederick van Rensselaer DEY, who claims he is the originator of the character of Nick Carter, and who found himself in the toils of the law for two days in Denver. He was released by Secret Service Agent Goddard yesterday.

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    Nick Carter, fictional dime novel private detective : wikipedia : link
     

12. “Hetty Cattell, that clever writer who is making the whole state take notice, spends one day and one night as a prisoner in the state penitentiary in Canon City, eating and sleeping with the female criminals just to get a story. Well, she got the story — its a dandy, too — and it will be one of the big features of tomorrow’s Sunday News”

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:249, (September 6, 1913) : 1
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link
     

13. Hettie Cattell, “HETTY CATTELL Spends Day IN CANON CITY PRISON CELL”

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:250, (September 7, 1913) : 1
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    A fascinating (and disturbing) article of 2,693 words, illustrated by line art and halftone photographs, including the portrait of the author, whose cover is “Ella Lee... guilty of forgery, sentenced to three to five years.”

    
    caption:
    Miss Cattell in Prison Garb
     

14. Hettie Cattell, “Abundance of Fun on Orpheum’s Bill
    Irene Franklin wonder in songs and impersonations; Hayes master of banjo.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:252, (September 9, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    SELDOM has so much genuine fun bubbled up in one vaudeville program as in this week’s Orpheum bill. Besides a spontaneity, there are an abundance of originality and a blessed lack of the rawness of so many vaudeville numbers.
          It was nine years ago that Irene Franklin was here. With Burt Green she reappears and gives a repertoire of songs with different costuming for each. Her impersonations are of the broadest character, but well done. She takes a series of parts adapted to show her versatility and she is a wonder. Each character is clear-cut and exceptionally clever. In a white frock, with her luxuriant auburn hair down her back, she sings “Nobody’s Baby.” The child impersonation is unusual, । and one is perfectly willing to forgive a nasal voice. She appears as a quick-lunch waitress — which is capital — as an Irish chambermaid, and as a character from the slums. Her makeups are splendid, her facial expressions unusually clever , and her act is a way above the ordinary.
          Brent Hayes, “the master of the banjo,” who plays everything from classic to rag music on the instrument which is supposed to have the least possibilities for interpreting real music, picks out the “Miserere,” and “Annie Laurie” in as soft chords as the violin will give. He demonstrates well the value of the banjo for dance music for the ease with which accentuation is obtained. Hayes is an odd character, but he is no more strange than Robins, billed as the humorous imitator of musical instruments. The imitations are — some of them — clever, and not wholly incongruous with his burlesque. The one-act play, “In Sentence Suspended,” was omitted owing to the absence of one member of the company, and Fred Watson, on the program last week, filled in with a singing and dancing “stunt.” The playlet will be ready today.
          Pat Rooney and Marion Bent, in the most difficult place on the program — following an act of the quality of Irene Franklin’s, not only succeeded in keeping the bill from dropping at this point, but finished their act in a whirlwind of fun. Rooney is a dancer beyond the usual and puts much originalty into the latter half of his act.
          There is a surprising opening to the seventh number on the program when the curtain rises upon the Rose Valerio sextet. The act is lively, a little noisy, and full of daring tricks. The speed of the act never runs down. The “lightning aerialists” are also good.
          Altogether, the Orpheum has an enjoyable bill. With new features, good music, fun and plenty of activity, what more could one wish?
     

15. Hettie Cattell, “Books
    The Morning’s War, in Verse, by C. H. [sic] Montague, a Book that is Beautifully Appealing
    Out of the North, by Howard V. Sutherland, Pictures, in Twenty Poems, the Gray-Gloom of the Northern Silence.
    M’Cutcheon’s Latest Is Another Extremely Improbably Tale.”

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:258, (September 15, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    reviews of :
    C. E. Montague, The Morning’s War (1913) : link (longest, and favorable)
    Howard V. Sutherland, Out of the North (1913) : link
    George Barr McCutcheon, A Fool and His Money (1913) : link
    Annie L. Diggs, Bedrock, Education and Employment, The Foundation of the Republic (1912): link
    Priscilla Craven, Circe’s Daughter (1913): link
    Patience Bevier Cole, Dave’s Daughter (1913): link
    Marjorie Patterson, The Dust of the Road (1913): link
    Jane Bunker, Diamond Cut Diamond (1913): link
    H. L. Sayer, The Airship Boys as Detectives, or Secret Service in Cloudland (1913)
    Edwin L. Sabin, Treasure Mountain, or the Young Prospectors (1913): link
    James Otis, Airship Cruising from Silver Fox Farm (1913): link
    Garrard Harris, Joe, the Book Farmer : Making Good on the Land (1913): link

16. Hettie Cattell, “Gym Club for Girls / A Denver Wrinkle
    Philanthropic women of city will teach how to punch mashers, make slit skirts, wield batter spoon.”

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:260, (September 17, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    EVERY young business woman her own manager, and every prospective wife, among the business women, manager of her own and her husband’s affairs — if necessary. These are the laudable ideals which have been incubating in the heads of some of Denver’s prominent clubwomen — philanthropic aims which will reach a degree of realization when the basement of the Womans club building is turned into a gymnasium this winter. The establishing of such a place for the working women of Denver was an ambition of Mrs. Frank Anderson of the club.
          Already a bank account sufficient to launch the good work reposes in the club depository to the credit of the special committee in charge of the equipment of the gymnasium, and this winter will see the first place where women of the city, young and old, may go to be equipped to fill the special niches for which Nature seems to have prepared each.
          For those young women who wish to develop their muscles along with their minds, to increase their sprinting ability along with their conversational Marathons, to learn to wield a batter spoon as well as to run a typewriter, there will be opportunity a-plenty. She who would fit herself to cope with civilization’s flowers, the "gentleman” mashers; she who would learn to make her own slit skirts and X-rays, or who would worry her gray matter with the study of history, English or the beaux arts, will find her wants satisfied.
          DENVER is one of the few cities of its size which have no gymnasiums, no general gathering places for working women, or those outside of the bread-win-wing [winning?] circles. In some cities the Young Women’s Christian association affords such a place. In Denver the association has never been able to go to the expense.
          The basement of the Woman’s club building has never been finished. It will require some hundreds of dollars to put the walls and ceiling into proper condition for a gymnasium, to install shower baths, to wire the rooms, to put in apparatus for athletic exercises, and to provide places where domestic science may be taught. The cost of these improvements will mean about $1,200, almost half of which is already in the club exchequer.
          Further, it is hoped that this movement may eventually lead to a girls’ home, where everything may be carried out in the style which will serve as an irresistible magnet for the working women of Denver, young and old, who make their homes in 12x4 bedrooms and have no place to meet coworkers. The Woman’s club, however, I will not restrict membership in the “Business Woman’s Extension,” as the society already organized has come to be called. Many women of the Woman’s club have daughters whom, it is expected, will take advantage of the new gymnasium and the home to be built later, probably.
          No chance to install a swimming pool in the present building exists, as the walls are not in condition to admit of it.
          The Business Woman’s extension now has sixty members, every one a young woman who is earning her own living. Last year they took advantage of the classes in domestic science, the literary classes, the English classes, and enjoyed themselves — and some attached spouses and set up homes of their own, just through this material help. The girls pay $1 per year. That entitles them to enter the classes and to take advantage of every opportunity placed before them by the Woman’s club members.
          THE classes to be formed will be many. There will be physical culture classes for those who wish to correct physical defects, or who wish to develop their muscular power, and consequently their power of endurance. There will be many domestic classes, so that the young business woman subsisting upon fudge and rarebit, cooked upon a gas plate in her own room, may change her diet occasionally, and also may be skilled in the art of the frying pan and the dishrag when love calls her to the kitchen.
          This club venture is going to be full of good times for the girl who is going to develop, perhaps, her talent for writing, for the languages, for general business. The idea is to give the girl a chance to develop physically and mentally, and to provide at the same time a place of recreation — a gathering place that is pleasant after the day’s labor.
     

17. Hettie Cattell, “‘U. S. Needs Ships to Get Benefit of Canal’ Captain Nixon, Chief of Supplies, Theorizes
    Army officer visiting Col. S. E. Campbell faces problem of disposing of machinery that cost $15,000,000.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:262, (September 19, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    Unless Uncle Sam begins to acquire more commercial ships, that nice little engineering feat, the Panama, canal, will not avail as much to this country as to some others, according to Captain Courtland Nixon, now in Denver visiting his uncle, Colonel L. E. Campbell, 950 Logan avenue. Captain Nixon has been in the Panama region for five jears, in charge of the engineering supplies.
          Theorizing upon the canal, Captain Nixon sees the beneficial effects to be many. He sees the Western coast of the United States lining up to equal the Eastern coast. He believes that he can see the Middle West profiting by the biggest engineering feat of the world and the expenditure of $360,000,000 in changing the physical features of the Western continent. He can also see a reduction in the prices of iron in the West and lumber in the East.
          These forecasts. Captain Nixon counts modestly as mere “theorizing upon a theory,” quite unauthentic inasmuch as the fathers of the big engineering problem are undetermined even as to the number of docks to be built, preparing for the making of five, but finishing only two.
          YET, in view of other things, he thinks his suppositions anent the trade that will be pulled toward the Panama canal are not entirely beyond the bounds of reason.
          So much has been written in magazines and in books anent the Panama canal, that Captain Nixon feels that when he touches upon the subject there is nothing for him left to say upon the subject. Others already have coined livelihoods out of descriptions and forecasts of the future of the canal, and the public ought to be educated now about the project if it is possible the canal ever will be comprehended, he believes. Those who have gone to the equatorial zone to see what has been accomplished in the matter of sanitation, to view the building of twenty-one towns and the switching of a big city to a spot adjacent to the canal, and have come back to the United States to shout the glories of the place, haven’t staid long enough to feel the irksome side of canal life. Captain Nixon sees little beauty in it, little of pleasure except what the work itself offers. This perhaps, however, because he hasn’t a fondness for a sameness of weather conditions and a population mostly negro.
          A BIG future for Panama itself, he believes to be problematical. The country, however, has been made about as sanitary as any other place is naturally, he thinks, and lays the cause of most of the illness in the canal zone to the fact that many who go to the district do not take exercise, become anemic and are incubators for bacteria. In 1906 and 1907 the rate of illness in the canal zone was 700 and 800 per 1,000 and today it is 75 per 1,000.
          The United States used 30,000,000 cubic yards of the work done by the French in their attempt to cut through the isthmus and 218,000,000 cubic yards of work for the, United States government.
          Captan Nixon considers the building of the canal no tremendous engineering feat, presenting no more difficult engineering problem than any number of other canals that have been built. The size of the undertaking is its feature, he declares.
          At the height of the work on the canal, dirt trains transported material every two and one-half minutes. The steam shovel work is completely finished. There are 2,000 cars to be sold.
          Dry excavating equipment that cost $8,500,000 must be sold for Uncle Sam. Dredging material that was bought for $6,500,000 must be gotten rid of. and part of the work of dispensing of this is to be handed over to the captain.
          September 25, the first ship will sail through Culebra cut. The ship will be used for transporting material for the completion of the canal. The trackage to Culebra cut is now being torn up.
          Captain Nixon returns to Panama in a few weeks, to complete his work for Uncle Sam.

    

    caption :
    View of Gatum Dam and Locks, Panama canal, Gatum lake in the background. Gatum dam and locks are completed and are situated on the Atlantic side of the isthmus.
     

18. Hettie Cattell, “Naughty! Double Slit! Glimpse Lands Pretty Girl in a Cell”
    ‘But was he ultra-prim?’ Matrons of city discuss question and formulate rules for safe and sane ‘Denver Gown.’”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:263, (September 20, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    

    OFFICIAL ban was placed on the extreme in slit skirts yesterday. Mrs. Dorothy Funke of 1518 Curtis street, who appeared upon the streets yesterday attired in a maroon-colored tailor suit slit almost to the knee, right and left, her legs encased in ivory stockings, was sent to the county jail. She protested that the question of garb is one that concerns the individual only. That which caught the official eye was locked up, and it was night before bond was procured, buttons were sent to the matron’s quarters of the county jail, the slits sewed up primly and Mrs. Funke given her liberty.
          And now it is known that the real slit which makes “Paree” flash like one big ballet chorus these evenings, is to be officially expelled from Denver streets. Denver clubwomen are willing to give their ideas of what constitutes modesty and taste for street dressing so that a “Denver gown,” having general sanction appears with the “Chicago gown.” For be it known, that Chicago women got together and decided hastily upon a Windy City garb, after a similar explosion of official indignation.
          MRS. FUNKE, her lips curled into an aggrieved pucker, stormed for several hours at the insolence of Denver police and at the idea of Denver women attempting to declare for a “decent gown.” Mrs. Funke had lost all the buttons off each side of her skirt; otherwise it never would have been flapping about as it was when a blue coat cited her, she explained. She has been in Denver only one week, and she and her husband, who is a railroad man, are going to shake the dust of Denver from their respective suede pumps and leather boots, as soon as her trial is over.
          The policemen who arrested her weren’t one bit respectful. They jollied her about her alabaster stockings, and oh dear! what would husband say when he heard all about it? Mrs. Funke was perturbed.
          Now the official quietus has been put upon hilarious displays in feminine costuming, the extent to which the ban will go is problematical. Therefore, it is safe to say that a cautious slit will be the boldest thing to appear in Denver’s city streets for a short time, or until the Funke tragedy has been erased from feminine consciousness.
          For those who wish to avoid police censure or maintain a dignified garb merely for the esthetic pleasure derived therefrom, clubwomen, generally, recommend a gowning of these broad characteristics: skirt, medium in width, from three to five inches from the ground: waist, with a collar or a round neck — avast with the V-shaped collar — long sleeves, high shoes in winter and low, leather slippers in summer; medium length coat.
          SUCH a GOWN would be the embodiment of modesty, good sense, and good taste, declare its exponents, and they point to it as the garb devoid of the qualities which would call forth police court fines, or the gown warranted to be as safe and sane as a twentieth century Fourth of July.
          Mrs. Dewey C. Bailey’s ideal in the matter of a gown for street wear, she declares, might be called very conservative.
          “Voluminous skirts, according to my mind,” she said, “are the height of the ridiculous. The narrow skirt of today is much more sanitary. The skirt should just clear the ground, say three inches. Skirts that are cut to the ankle are not graceful. Around the bottom the skirt should be wide enough to permit of easy locomotion.
          “I am not fond of low-necked waists for street wear. I think the medium height of collar is preferable. I am a sticker for long sleeves. The footwear should be prim I do not care to see slippers on the streets, though half-cut shoes in the summer time would not be objectionable to mv mind.
          “Mind. I am not speaking of evening gowns. Then the coat should be short or three-quarter length. I prefer the material of the coat and skirt to match. Such a garb would be beyond the reproach of the most fastidious. It is neat and attractive, as well as dignified.”
          Mrs. Newton Barkalow of the Mothers’ congress believes that Mrs. Dewey C. Bailey’s idea for the “Denver dress” is a very good one.
          I CANNOT say that I ever favor evening gowns for the street,” declared Mrs. Barkalow. “Too many women attempt to put on full dress wear for shopping, and this is poor taste.
          “I may be old-fashioned in my opinions, but I like to see a medium width skirt, one that will give comfort in walking and stepping from cars and machines. Our mothers’ styles were too monstrous and unsanitary. I like to see skirts about five inches from the ground. That will keep one from catching a great deal of the bacteria about the streets.
          “I do not care for a waist that may be seen through. I like a lingerie waist prettily embroidered, with a high collar, though I do not mind a collar that is not too low. I like to see long sleeves. I think that satin slippers are entirely out of place on the streets, and think that leather slippers for the summer and high shoes for the winter are preferable. Under no consideration would I advise low shoes in the winter.
          The coat is a matter easily decided upon, though I do not care to see them too long. I suppose that I am old-fashioned, but this mode of dressing seems to me dignified and certainly never could be objectionable.”
          Mrs. Barkalow declares that most of the mothers of the citv prefer this general style of dress.
          So the “Denver dress” becomes as definite a thing as the “Chicago gown” and is warranted to be as safe and sane an adoption, as the ten commandments.
     

19. Hettie Cattell, “Convict Murderer Has Genius
    Architect for Penitentiary
    Youth sent to prison for life learns draughting.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:271, (September 28, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    

    IN the state penitentiary is a young man, who for six years has worn prison garb. Today he is only 23. I His crime was murder. His sentence January 31, 1906, was for life. Since his incarceration he has studied architectural drawing. He took a correspondence course, and today, he Is planning every building that is put up at the state penitentiary. So far three large structures stand as examples of his genius, and a third is in the process of erection. The boy is Leslie Francisco.
          Leslie Francisco is convict 6515. It was in the summer of 1906 that he and a young friend, their heads full of the adventures crammed in between yellow covers, started out upon a lone highway in El Paso with the intention of becoming “bold, bad men.”
          The boys carried revolvers. They met a stranger, made him hold up his hands and the result of the night’s escapade was that murder in the first degree was returned against both boys.
          During his confinement in prison Francisco acquired a liking for architectural drawing and in the prison school he was given every opportunity to develop his talent. Warden Thomas Tynan helped the young fellow to take a course in a correspondence school. Today he is as well-equipped as any professional to do architectural drawing.
          THE big greenhouse just completed, in which vegetables are being planted and ferns and flower cuttings set out, was the work of Francisco. The hospital building, completed about two years ago was designed and laid I out by Francisco and the vestibule and stairway are artistic in the extreme. The cow barn, which was erected at a cost of $9 to the state was planned by Francisco.
          At present a beautiful office building to take the place of the old one now in use, is being erected. This Francisco planned, and it will be a monument to his hours of study.
          Warden Tynan is greatly interested in Francisco. It happens occasionally that genius bursts out in the close confinement of the prisons of the country, but seldom has such unusual ability been shown as is displayed by Francisco. Already in the drawings he has made, he has saved the state thousands of dollars.
          He was sent up from El Paso county.

    aside —
    Hetty Cattell’s account is incorporated into a story about “Convict 6515” in the monthly promotional magazine of International Correspondence Schools, which concludes :

    “The story of Convict 6515 has been duplicated often in the prison work of the I.C.S. What a challenge such stories are to young men free and unhampered — what a challenge and what a rebuke.”
    Ambition (“A Journal of Inspiration to Self Help”) 9:7 (July 1914) : 7 : link
     

20. Hetty Cattell, “Books
    Chambers in His Latest Novel — ‘The Business of Life’ Exploits Brand New Theory of Standards
    ‘Lot Barrow,’ by Viola Meyneil [sic], While It Is Not Considered a Great Book, Yet It Indicates Big Motive on Part of Writer.
    Three Books of Poems Show Varied Styles of Several Authors But Nothing Extraordinary From the Muse.”
    

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:272, (September 29, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    reviews of :
    Robert Chambers, The Business of Life (1913) : link
          (1865-1933) : wikipedia
    Life Dreams : The Poems of a Blighted Life, attributed to Princess Mathilde of Bavaria; *
          translated from the German by John Heard, Jr. (1913) : link
    William Lowe, Poems * (1913) : link
    Albert Joseph Heil, Cornucopia * (1913) : link
    Viola Meynell, Lot Barrow * (1913) : link
          (1885-1956) : wikipedia
    Virginia Corry, Leaves from Virginia’s Journal * (1913) : link
    Margaret Cameron, The Golden Rule Dollivers (1913) : link
          (1867-1947) : wikipedia
    Louis N. Parker, Joseph and His Brethren : A Pageant Play (1913) : link
          illustrations by (daughter) Dorothy Parker; Louis N. Parker (1852-1944) : wikipedia
    Jeanette Lee, The Taste of Apples (1913) : link
          (1860-1951); see putterings 112
    Jacob Fisher, The Man Who Saw Wrong (1913) : link
    Max Rittenberg, Swirling Waters (1913) : link
    Edna Parthenia Halloran, The Way Out * (1913) : link
    Mrs. Ambrose Madison Willis, The Social Rubaiyat of a Bud † (1913) : link
          illustrated and decorated by Elsie A. Harrison
    Frances Aymar Mathews, Fanny of the Forty Frocks (1913) : link
    Robert Wallace, Behind the Garden Wall † (1913) : link
    Florence Finch Kelly, The Fate of Felix Brand (1913) : link

    *
    published by Richard G. Badger, The Gorham Press, Boston
    †
    published by Paul Elder and Co., San Francisco
     

21. Hettie Cattell, “Christians Unite?
    No – Yes – Mostly No
    Denver clergy and laymen divided on feasibility of Cardinal Gibbon’s plan.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:274, (October 1, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    WHEN Cardinal Gibbons yesterday publiely expressed his hope that all Christian churches ultimately would unite, and announced that the first essential for such an alchemy of faiths is the recognition of the supreme pontiff of Catholicism, he pricked at the scab of a half-healed wound, if one may judge by the expressions from the laity and the ministerial ranks. Some of those sought for opinions of their own as to the “consummation devoutly desired” by the cardinal writhed under the prelate’s words, and gave voluble vent to feelings over a question, a phase of which has made more martyrs and more books than any other subject in the world. Some individuals diplomatically requested that the edges of interviews be dulled by careful wording.
          The supposition is that differences in religious opinions are no nearer settled than they were as far back as history will take.
          Among the Catholics are those who believe that the church may never predominate. Others are sure that ultimately there will exist one shepherd, the pope, and one flock, the Catholic church. Others declare that unity of faith may mean stagnation in civilization rather than the marked advance prognosticated by Cardinal Gibbons. Some Protestants are of the belief that one faith would bring about the human progress desired. Still others think that where such a merging of faiths might be felicitous, yet there is the smallest kind of a chance for such a thing to happen.
          “One religion for all,” cry the majority, “but a broader religion than ever before. The Catholics must change their dogma with the rest of the creeds, and then — the dawn.” And as against this opinion, Rabbi W. S. Friedman believes that as long as brains are different opinions always will be divergent, and as long as heredity has much effect in forming the brain there will be different sizes, shapes of brains and quality of gray matter — hence, no unity of opinions.
          ONE and all take issue with the cardinal’s statement that Roman Catholic women make the best wives, and declare that women with any religious faith always make better mothers.
          Catholics point to the fact that the Protestants are losing hold, while the Church of Rome is gaining. Protestants claim that such statements are false. The Baptists name a general gain of 55 per cent in ten years.
          About a question which has been a predominant one since the time of Henry VIII., Father McMenamin of the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception says:
          “The founder of Christianity longed for a day when there would be one fold and one shepherd, and I confidently look forward to the time when there will be one shepherd, the pope, and one fold, the Catholic church.”
          “Why,” he was asked, “do you believe in that outcome of religious activities!”
          “Because,” he declared, “truth is one; truth is immutable. We cannot conceive of different doctrines claiming the same origin — Christ — being absolutely convinced of the truth of the Catholic doctrine. Any movement, therefore, toward uniting must necessarily come from without. It is that conviction which forced the cardinal’s expression about the attitude which must be held toward the pope.”
          As opposed to Father Hugh McMenamin’s statement that the change must come from without, are expressions to the effect that the metamorphosis must be from within.
          Father McMenamin declared, anent the cardinal’s views of women: “I cannot but believe that in the eternal order of things it was never intended that woman should engage indiscriminately in commercial and political pursuits. She has her proper sphere, the same as man. Hers is the home and education. Man’s is business, politics and war.”
          THE REV. GEORGE VAN ARSDALL, pastor of the Central Christian church, declared that each denomination would like union if such could be brought about on the principles of its own creed. “Those who now bow to ecclesiastical authority eventually will go into the Catholic church, I believe,” he said, “and those who do not recognize ecclesiastical authority will assert spiritual independence still further than is done today. The ultimate end of the difficultes, I believe, is that ecclesiastical authority will fade away. Now, of course, it has a use. Of course, I cannot believe what Cardinal Gibbons says about the Roman Catholic women as wives.”
          “In the long run religion is only love to God and love to man.”
          The Rev. David H. Fouse, pastor of the First Reformed church, is of the opinion that union of the churches, would be beneficial. “The Protestant churches never will unite under the Catholic dogma,” he said. “No man is superior to another, and there could be no recognition of one ‘shepherd’ for the ‘world religion.’ Recognizing the pope is out of the question. The conception of the ‘world religion’ is totally at variance with Protestantism.”
          Father William O'Ryan believes that a divergence in creeds causes distraction and weakens faith. “All religions arc closely related, but if a union of 'Christian churches ever is brought about it will not be in your or my day. The tendency today seems to bo to show the similarity in religions rather than the differences. This is promising. Of course, I hope that the cardinal's wish materializes, though the prospect today seems very distant.”
          THE REV. ALLAN A. TANNER, pastor of the First Congregational church, said: “A good result might be accomplished through the union of Christian churches. It is a question whether the Protestants are losing ground.”
          The Rev. Joshua Gravett, Baptist, laughed when his opinion was asked.
          “The history of the Baptists has been a constant struggle between the uniting pf church and state. I hardly know which we may fear more, however, the claims of the Roman church or the looseness of Protestantism. It is not true that the Protestants are losing ground. The Southern Baptist church gained 93 per cent in the last ten years, and the church generally noted an increase of 55 per cent. Tho churches never will unite under Cardinal Gibbons’ program. Of that, you may say, I am very sure.”
          Rabbi Friedman believes that there will always be separate denominations. “I cannot see a universal religion any clearer than I can see a universal tongue,” he said. “The idea is a beautiful dream.”
          Halsted Ritter of the laity believes that there will be a world religion. “It will not be Protestant nor Catholic. Those things which we have been taught were essentials we shall throw aside and the new doctrines will be a tremendous change over what we believe now.”
          Warwick M. Downing, attorney, sought among the laity, said: “The Romans will have to change their beliefs, the same as the Protestants, eventually. The denominations will unite more liberally, under two or three heads, eventually I believe, though I am not much versed in these matters.”
          CHANCELLOR HENRY a. BUCHTEL said: “The best things in the history of the Christian church have been the movements which we call the reformations. Breaking up the church into various bodies has enriched the ethical life of the church in a notable way. Martin Luther not only served the cause of Protestanism, but he also enriched the Roman church, in that he stimulated the counter reformation under Ignatius Loyola.
          “There will never bo a reunited Christendom. It would be a calamity. You have an united Christendom in Mexico and in South America and in Spain. Those countries now need nothing else as much as they need a divided Christendom. The great Roman church can never dissolve or disband. The mighty English church, with its enlarging ministry, will never be absorbed by any other Christian body; and the great Protestant families will continue to live with their distinctive characteristics.
          “All the great Protestant bodies are growing. Hospitals and orphanages and old people’s homes and other charitable institutions are now maintained by all the churches, whereas a few years ago the great Roman church and the Episcopal church were almost the only churches which carried on extensive work of this character. These educational and philanthropic movements have given the various churches a certain stability in enlarged outlook and in adaptation to the needs of the world.”
     

22. Hettie Cattell, “Suffrage Can’t Kill Chivalry; It’s Dead
    Frisco judge just, not chivalrous, in placing woman on equality with man, is opinion of Denver women.”
    The Rocky Mountain News 54:275 (October 2, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    CHIVALRY died a natural death in the eighteenth century. Noah Webster wrote a very nice obituary and put it in his dictionary. Yet in spite of this, suffragists are continuously told that the old gentleman is still alive and that the women who want the ballot are feeding him doses of poison. Every time that a man in a street car does not give his seat to the woman who is standing up. some one who secs the incident goes home and weeps at an imaginary bier of chivalry.
          A San Francisco judge recently was asked to divorce a man and woman. The two had lived together seventeen years, and the wife had helped her spouse in the accumulation of $2,600. So when Judge Cabaniss tore the legal bonds asunder he ordered that half the “savings” go to the wife; that the children be given to the wife. In a divorce of the nature of this one, the “precedent” had been to deprive the woman of half the community property, but Judge Cabaniss couldn’t see why the wife was not deserving of some of what she had helped to earn.
          Citing this case, the Woman's Journal, a suffrage magazine, announces that here is chivalry.
          Here is justice, cry Denver women.
          And while many of the women voters of this city feel that they still wish some of that salve which is an especial product of the South, yet many are very positive that justice is quite a sufficiency for the women of today.
          WHEN one blows away the smoke which surrounds the word chivalry, he discovers that the quality in its outward and visible expressions takes the form of helping women remove or put on opera coats, bowing after a dance is finished, lending the aid of a hand when a woman alights from a carriage, or throwing a coat over a mudhole that milady may pass dryshod. When one queries the woman exponent of chivalry as to just what acts she believes constitute chivalry, her answers are as vague as the principles of astronomy expressed by the average person.
          But there are Denver women — and not so few of them — who shout, “Down with the buncombe and up with justice.”
          Noah Webster defines chivalry as “knighthood: the mediaeval system of military privileges with its peculiar honorary titles and aristocratic limitations of honorable position to the possessors of those titles founded upon the several degrees of military service rendered on horseback. Wherefore chivalry was out of date a long time ago. Even the second definition isn’t much better for the twentieth century. It reads: “That which pertains to knighthood, the ideal qualifications of a knight, collectively as courtesy, generosity, valor and dexterity in arms; the ideal of knighthood.”
          To those who have their own twentieth century interpretations of chivalry, it appears to be a vague state of mind anent the general weakness of women and the attitude which strength must assume even in the matter of picking up articles dropped by the better half; also it includes the opinion that the better half is not capable enough to know bow to push the bell on a street car, or to take its own ice cream sodas from the fountain counter.
          MRS. GERTRUDE LEE, a suffragist and woman politician of whom many outside of Colorado have heard, was asked her opinion as to chivalry. “I don’t know what chivalry is,” she said. “If you mean justice, why, I think Colorado women get that. Chivalry — the old-fashioned kind — isn’t any compliment to women. It is an indefinite deference to sex. I don’t want it. It’s a mere old-fashioned habit. I always associate it with something ancient, and, of course, I don’t want abstract antiques around. Women want absolute equality. That is more than chivalry.”
          Mrs. Fannie R. Dove of the Woman’s club laughed merrily at the idea of chivalry, man’s premium joke on woman. “Chivalry.” she said, “is one of those high-sounding words that people like to hear. Men and women today are comrades. Chivalry is dead. Comradeship is supreme.”
          Dora Phelps Buell believes that the time has come when the women arc perfectly willing to abolish the carpet knight.
          “Chivalry is a high-sounding, old-fashioned expression," she said. “What women want today is recognition that they are human beings. Justice and opportunity are all that we ask. If we get only one tittle of that, it’s enough.”
          MRS. MARY C. C. BRADFORD, state superintendent of public instruction, wants to see chivalry interpreted in terms of modern life.
          “Chivalry,” she declared, “is the outward form of what justice is to the soul. The old-fashioned chivalry was not based on respect, but was all outward. Also, I might say that the men in Denver offer women seats three times as often as the men of the East. Because I like to have figures to substantiate any remarks I may make, it has been my custom to count the number of times I see men offer seats to women in street cars. In the East the occasions are very rare.”
          Only once did Mrs. Gertrude Lee see a man in the East give a seat to a woman, and the man was a Westerner.
          “The chivalry of today means equal opportunities with men, and complete freedom with a touch of old-fashioned chivalry,” continued Mrs. Bradford, and then she added that being part Southerner accounts for her desire for a touch of the old-fashioned “gentlemanly quality.”
          MISS ANNA L. FORCE thinks that comradeship is taking the place of chivalry. “I have studied it closely, and I think the men of the suffrage states equally as chivalrous as the men anywhere,” she said.
          “We do not care for the namby-pamby chivalry of the past,” she said. “The new chivalry is something entirely different.”
          Mrs. Fannie Galloway, member of the Woman’s club, said: ‘For twenty-five years I have beard that equal suffrage is sounding the death knell of chivalry. Personally, I am well able to look out for myself. I don’t want seats in the street cars if tired working men are already filling the places. The spirit of helpfulness or protection is chivalry, and a young girl may have the quality as well as a young man.”
          Mrs. J. B. Hyder, prominent member of the Jane Jeffersons, believes in the real old-fashioned chivalry. It isn’t artificial, she says. To some, it is innate, too, she declares. And Mrs. Luther M. Goddard believes it would be a distinct loss to civilization if chivalry really were dead. Most of the women interviewed believe the San Francisco judge was merely just with his divorce ease, which became conspicuous because a suffrage paper called the judge’s action “chivalry.” Chivalry, of course, doesn’t rant around in courtrooms very often.
          And it would appear that even though Noah Webster buried chivalry once, its ghost stalks abroad.
     

23. Hetty Cattell, “Pale Faces Shunned by Indian Maidens on Trail of Husband. Amalgamation of Races O.K., They Assert, but Red Men Legends All End Unhappily for Brides — Tribe Women Add.”

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:288, (October 15, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    White men — viewed in the light of prospective bridegrooms — are about as popular with Indian girls as babies at tea parties. Mayby it is because legends of every tribe, from the Alaskans to the Senecas, deal with romances between Indian girls and palefaces, and the closing chapters of these racial tales slide the mahogany-tinted maidens into eternity.
          According to all the laws of the white man’s drama and the Indian’s legends, the forgotten Indian girl must seek the happy hunting grounds via the knife, the lake of the Society of American Indians would put her offi [?] guides the opinions of Indian women. Whatever it is, out of a group of Indian women, ranging from very young to middle aged, not one attending the gathering og the Society of American Indians would put her official O. K. to the theory of amalgamating the two races. Even the half-bloods prefer to marry full-blood Indians.
          Each woman approached yesterday was quite positive that a white man always uses his wife’s Indian ancestry as a whip over her head. It will never be otherwise, they aver, because the white man looks down upon the Indian. These were the only reasons against marriage with the whites. But each woman was sure they were sufficient. For instance, there was Mrs. Joe Pete, full-blooded Pottawatomie, who sits stolidly beside her husband, chews the palefaces’ gum, but has refused to don the white woman’s clothes. Mrs. Pete’s spouse interpreted his wife’s views, and the lady after considerable thought upon the matter, announced through her contented-looking speaking-tube, that Indian girls ought not to marry white men. “Why? Because the white man thinks he is better than the Indian.”
          Mrs. Pete was not at all disturbed about the question, taking it as calmly as if she had been asked the time of day, whereas others of the Indian women grew quite positive and excited about the matter. Mrs. Pete sat like a statue. The dark blanket, of spring weight, slipped from her shoulders, but her arms, hung with innumerable heavy silver bracelets, and her fingers, covered with heavy silver rings, did not move a muscle.
          Then there is Mrs. A. V. Crotzer of Darlington, Okla. She is a fullblooded Sioux, and she tells the legends of her tribe — stories that go to prove why Indian maids should shun the wooings of the pale face suitors.
          “There is a story of a Sioux girl who fell in love with a young buck who owned few ponies and fewer rich skins. Her parents had in mind for her a buck with much of this world’s goods. So it was decided that the two young Indians should run a race, the winner to get the girl. And it happened that the undesired lover won the race. The Indian maid went back to her own tepee and she cast aside her poorer garments. She arrayed herself in the best that her station provided. She crept at night to the edge of the river. She sang the death song, and ended her life in the stream which flowed near her home.”
          “And that girl,” said Mrs. Crotzer, “has gone down in the history of the family of Birdie Brown Williams.”
          Mrs. Williams, who shows very little of her Indian blood, sat and listened for the first time to a legend of her own family. Mrs. Crotzer concluded her story by declaring that no marriage of a white and an Indian had ever been a happy one.
          The mothers and fathers used to make the marriages and be proud of a daughter’s selecting a white man. That day is past and now that the Indian girl has her own choice of a life companion, intermarriages are few. But Mrs. Crotzer believes with the other Indian women that the amalgamation of tribes is the correct thing.
          Mrs. Crotzer could not speak a word of English until she was ten years old. Up to that time she knew the straying life of the Indian. She is a high school graduate.
          Mrs. Birdie Brown Williams married a full-blooded Seneca, who is now “somewhere in the East; maybe in New York, maybe Philadelphia.” She wouldn’t marry a white man. She would marry a half-blood. She is a musician of ability, having been graduated from a New York conservatory. She also studied in Europe. Her husband is a musician.
          Miss Minnie L. Prophet, with soft, curly, black hair and an adorable profile, is French-Indian. She teaches school in Wind River, Wyo., and traces her ancestry back to the warrior, Tecumseh. She would not marry a white man.
          Mrs. Vasha Stutsman, an Alaskan Indian, married a white man and, of course, believes that it is well to do so.
          Miss Elvira Pike, who prides herself on the “orneriness” of the Utes and the fact that she is the only one of that tribe registered at the Indians’ convention, hasn’t one bit of use for a white man as viewed from a matrimonial standpoint. She doesn’t believe in mixing the races. She is of the opinion that women should choose the men to marry. She would like to see the tribes intermingle.
          Miss Pike has the Ute eyes and the Ute profile, though her father was white. She has taught among many of the tribes in Arizona and has confined much of her work of recent years to teaching the Indians about the care of the tuberculars.
          And so on, goes the story from the Indian women, who now crowd the Denver hotels. Beside an Indian woman garbed in the blanket and decked with silver rings and bracelets will sit a dark-skinned beauty in a satin gown with ruching used profusely and a hat chosen with as excellent taste as any that may be seen topping the heads of society’s elect. Beside her may sit a light-skinned Indian man, puffing a monogramed cigarette and holding in plain sight a cigarette case of silver. He wears the newest thing in ties and suits.
          But, no matter how far they may have gone in adopting the white woman’s styles, Indian women think not so much of the white woman’s sons as husbands.

    —

    the article above neighbors another (same issue) under the following head:
    “Indian Millionaires and Heiresses Thick at Big Denver Conclave
    Gov. Ammons as First Speaker Lauds Aims of Red Men’s Society
    ‘Too Much White Man,’ Is Wail of Roman Nose, Veteran Comanche Chieftan.”
    link
     

24. Hetty Cattell, “Newest Books : Their Makers and Publishers
    ‘The Point of View,’ by Elinor Glyn, Symphony of Quivers, Shivers, Tremors, Tingles of Pleasure and Some Humor. Handbook for Suffragist, Near-Suffragist and Anti-Suffragist Gives Status of Australia, Where Women Vote.”

    The Rocky Mountain News 54:293, (October 20, 1913)
    via Colorado Historic Newspapers Collection : link

    reviews of:
    Eden Phillpotts, The Joy of Youth (1913) : link
    Elinor Glyn, The Point of View (1913) : link
    Margaret Deland, Partners, illustrated by Charles Dana Gibson (1913) : link
    Norman Duncan, Finding His Soul (1913) : link
    Mathew Woods, In Spite of Epilepsy; being a review of the lives of three great epileptics, — Julius Caesar, Mohammed, Lord Byron, — the founders respectively of an empire, a religion, and a school of poetry (1913) : link
    W. R. C. Latsun, D. D., Secrets of Mental Supremacy (1913) : link
    Jessie Ackerman, What Women Have Done with the Vote (1913) : link
    Nelson Lloyd, David Malcolm (1913) : link
    Arthur Hornblow, The Argyle Case (1913) : link
    Margaret Vandercock, The Campfire Girls at Sunrise Hill and The Campfire Girls Amid the Snows (1913)
    B. M. Bower (Bertha Muzzy, 1871-1940 *), The Gringos : ; a story of the old California days in 1849, with illustrations by Anton Otto Fischer (1913) : link
    Ralph Stock, Marama, illustrations by Henry Roth (1913) : link
    William Schmeisser, Are You Going to College? (1913) : link
    Marcel Tinayre, Madeleine at her Mirror : A Woman’s Diary, translated by Winifred Stephens (1913) : link
    H. H. Powers, The Message of Greek Art (1913) : link
    Rowland Thomas, Fatima, or, Always pick a fool for your husband : being the strange adventures of a woman who was the most beautiful creature, and quite, quite the cleverest creature ever was, and knew it; illustrations by Joseph M. Gleeson (1913) : link
    Henry Cabot Lodge, One Hundred Years of Peace (1913) : link
    Helen Keller, Out of the Dark : essays, letters, and addresses on physical and social vision (1913) : link
     

    

    Chicago
     

25. Hetty F. Cattell (“reporter, special writer”), “Memory”
    The Memory Book : wherein the members of the Illinois Woman’s Press Association have written bits of feminine philosophy and fancy, and wherein you may write your own (Chicago, 1914) : 84
    U Illinois Urbana-Champaign copy/scan (via hathitrust) : link
    same (via google books) : link
    LoC copy/scan (via hathitrust): link

    EXISTENCE has given us a few sublime fabricators like Memory, Poetry and Dr. Cook. They are inaccurate as art and aged pianolas. But we are slaves to their untrustworthiness and find entertainment in their moonshine.
          Age accumulates a peculiar fondness for the mental relics that are classified by the psychologists under the name of Memory. Even before one is thirty, Memory becomes a sentimental companion with some other function than those of spelling correctly, hoarding telephone numbers and keeping statistics on the birth rate in France.
          It begins to give us those beatific revivals of the past such as are embodied in “The Old Swimmin’ Hole,” “I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls,” and “The Old Oaken Bucket.” It systematically lies to us about our experiences. Its unwritten fiction is as pious a fraud as Chambers’ tales of reality.
          Besides winning spelling bees and making inaccurate histories, Memory has to its credit a few songs in minor keys, innumerable painful-looking mausoleums and the correct ages of a few of our women friends.
          That the use of Memory means retrogression is proven by graduation orations , the drama and political speeches .
          Each time one uses his Memory he steps into the past. It is a waste of time. To browse around in the mental debris of a fellow traveler or to learn ancient history are, therefore, putting blocks in the path of progress.
          The Moral — Forget it !

    —

    Frederick Albert Cook (1865-1940) — “sublime fabricator,”
    and explorer, physician and ethnographer
    wikipedia : link
     

26. Hettie Cattell Parker, “Jackies Snubbed at Rooky Dance? Nice Row Pends;
    Seaman rejects loving gift; ‘treated like flunkies,’ he says”
    The Chicago Daily Tribune (September 16, 1916) : link (archive.org)
     
27. Hetty Cattell Parker, “The Anthology of a Boarding House”
    poetic portraits of the inhabitants (landlady; Maid Mercedes; third floor back; second floor front; vocal student; Miss Weeks, clerk; janitor; professor)
    Judge (September 13, 1919) : 32
    hathitrust : link
    google books : link
     
28. Hetty Cattell Parker, “On Punctuality”
    humorous essay, begins : “Punctuality is the thief of time. It goes without saying that it is a public nuisance as well.”
    Judge 77 (October 4, 1919) : link
     
29. Hetty Cattell Parker, “The Voice of Marie”
    Farm Home (December 1, 1919) : via Illinois Digital Newspaper Collections : link

          One might still find old men and women in some of the small towns of the South who remember well the robust, red-cheeked gypsy girl who appeared in villages with her youthful husband, remaining only a few days in each place while he mended kettles and ground scissors for the housewives. He was distinguishable, even in those days, by his cart. It was noticeable because of a trunklike arrangement close to the driver’s seat. In it, Pierre Matchnik kept the meager implements of his trade, the coal oil stove on which his wife prepared their meals, and whatever of provender they were able to afford as the result of his labors.
          Their lives were full of romance and beauty, but it was Pierre who appreciated intelligently the benefits of their lot. Marie was to the open born. She gloried in the out of doors because she knew nothing else. It was Pierre who worshiped the changing beauties of each day, to whom the life of a nomad appealed as the nearest thing to personal freedom, as the opportunity to view a vast gallery of water color pictures, as the ideal existence for the artist-philosopher. He was at heart a poet. He had been well educated. But he was morose and quiet. He approached people as infrequently as possible. He was full of caprices, and little obsessions. He would never talk about his own history, even to his wife, and the story of his early life is missing. He would never revisit a town. He also kept away from the larger communities. Even in his very youthful days, when he stayed long enough in one village to court and marry Marie, he was looked upon as peculiar and many did not favor his determination to make Marie his bride.
          Marie was attracted by the mystery in the character of the stranger though she could not have analyzed her preference. She knew that he was not of gypsy blood but this lent only added interest. She fell in love, accepted his offer of marriage, and set out with high heart on the road of deep uncertainties with Pierre.
          For sometime they were very happy. Pierre’s peeularities did not assert themselves so strongly the first two years. The beginning of a series of quarrels was Pierre’s chiding her for leaning so much toward her family.
          “Can’t you forget them? You are always thinking of them. You have me. I have you. You are all I have, all I want. Am I not enough for you? You do not love me as you ought, as I thought you did when I married you,” he stormed.
          Repetition of this finally had its effect upon Marie. She fell into neglect of her father and mother. In conversation with some gypsies at a country fair later she learned that her parents had died of cholera. She sorrowed about her loss but she only mentioned the facts of the deaths to Pierre. She dared not express her grief to him.
          So now they were all alone in the world. Pierre gloried in it. Again and again he told her that now theirs was the ideal life — almost perfect freedom. His pleasure in their new liberty, as he saw it, did not restrain frequent display of the irrational side of his character. And as more and more his peculiarities began to show themselves, Marie endeavored to fill, with quiet little flirtations, the emptiness creeping into her life.
          It was sometime before Pierre realized that Marie was drifting from him. Then he became almost an insane man. Deep in the woods, he cursed and lamented, that first day of his discovery. He returned to Marie, pale but calmer than she had even seen him before. She thought nothing of this, however.
          His feelings were bound to betray themselves eventually, and it soon enough happened that a flash of Marie’s eyes, showing any momentary interest in the frank admiration all faces could not help but express for her sumptuously healthy beauty would [ send him into a fury
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    by only the trees, the soft turf, and the waking birds. Many a gossipy old brook might have related stories of hair-raising threats, of frightened weepings of a very lovely gypsy girl, of long cursings and moanings, and of strange reconciliations.
          It was at Aniwert that Marie came upon one of the numerous adventures which would mark the life of any attractive young nomad. She met Henry Possard and he talked to her, not quite properly, and he put into words what his eyes said. Marie rebuked him, but as she was leaving on the wide, tree-lined Westward road out of Aniwert, she glimpsed Possard watching the little cart with its queer burden setting out for new fields. And she gave him a delicious smile, full of friendliness, and enticement — and temptation.
          As she turned her head, the smile dying from her lips, Pierre looked her full in the face . She knew he was angry and she was sorry she had not been more considerate of his feelings.
          When Pierre reached Euendale, twenty miles farther on, Marie was not with him. The old gray horse, who knew the entire story of Pierre’s and Marie’s adventurous life together, was feeling rather frisky, and was besides bothered by the new canvas top which Pierre had adjusted over the wagon.
          The horse soon ceased his nervous actions, the rain stopped, Pierre took down the canvas top, and drove about to solicit from the housewives enough work to finance his moving in a leisurely way to the next village .
          Alone, he proceeded from village to village, from month to month.
          The absence of Marie began to tell upon Pierre. Six months after his visit to Aniwert ho one would have recognized him. He occasionally saw faces which seemed familiar but they gave back no answering [ ? ] recognition. His eyes grew s [ ? ] and worried. He never left his cart out of his sight. In fact, he [ ? ] spent most of his time in it [ ? ] fell ill and did not recover ra[ ? ].
          In time, he looked so gaunt wild that the housewives who might have helped him out with a bit of grinding or kettle mending were fearful of him. He became accustomed to receive no answer to persistent knocks at kitchen doors, which just before his arrival had been wide open to the world.
          Sometimes he would be heard chanting as his cart traveled down a tree-bordered road. It seemed half a lamentation, half a prayer. Those who happened to hear the words reverberating over the fields said that he mentioned a woman’s name, a lost woman, and seemed to pray to the Holy Mother Mary.
          A brave youngster one evening followed the mysterious, unkempt stranger, ventured even into a glen where Pierre took his cart to spend the night. The boy returned to tell a weird tale of Pierre lying down on the floor of his car , calling Marie incessantly, wailing and weeping, and darting cautious glances about. Nobody paid much attention to the boy’s story only remarking that “children are imaginative.” The boy visited the glen the following afternoon with other voungsters, but the cart was gone, though there were fresh tracks of wheels to verify in part, the story of their comrade.
          It was a few months later, as Pierre was approaching Bicknell that he heard clearly and distinctly his own name called in a woman’s voice. It echoed over the valley in Marie’s own, characteristic way. He turned a startled glance toward the farmhouse in the distance. There was nothing to be seen there. The call sounded again. This time there was no mistaking it.
          It was Marie , calling him petulantly, provokedly.
          Anyone near Pierre at that moment would have seen that he turned a deathlike pallor. His voice shook and half paralyzed his words.
          “Marie ...... O, Marie ...... Have pity ...... Marie,” he mumbled incoherently.
          He did not see a moment later, a blue calico skirt flutter out of the farmhouse and a young rowdy in overalls come scampering from a near-by field as the call became almost threatening in its insistency.
          Pierre knew nothing more of the life around him.
          He arrived in Bicknell only by accident. He was walking beside his cart and when the sheriff of the little town offered to take him from his small possessions, he grew violent. He was sent to the only hospital the town boasted, and he died a few days later, raving and crying for Marie.
          The old cart was sold to one of the farmers who, overhauling it to drive to town, discovered a false bottom to the little trunk on the back of the cart. He opened it, and to his horror discovered the skeleton of a woman. Death had evidently resulted from a blow on the head. He hastened to the sheriff to tell his grewsome finding.
          It was Marie.
     

    

    New York

    Cattell was writing for the Mirror — on crime and anything else — from the 1920s well into the 40s, and apparently as late as 1960. I have not looked at microfilms of that paper yet, however (20240327).
     

30. Hetty Cattell Parker, “Sensorial Sketches of Women” in The Pagan (April-May 1920) : 9-10

    transcription (from scan-and-delivered document) and some context at : 2573
     

31. Hettie Fithian Cattell, For the Love of Pete
    (Summit, N.J., N. L. Swartout, 1925), 16 p. 18 cm.
    LC classification : PS3505.A89 F6 1925 : LoC permalink

    described (in google books snippet), The Lyceum Magazine, 1931) as : “3 women; 12 minutes; royalty. $5.” : link
     

32. Hettie Fithian Cattell, “Watch This Space!”
    a short verse-y letter to the editor
    Life (April 1, 1926) : 36 : link
     
33. Hettie Fithian Cattell, “Fannie Brice, Her Story”
    Part 1 : Panorama New York’s Illustrated News Weekly 1:1 (October 1, 1928) : 12-13
    Part 2 : Panorama New York’s Illustrated News Weekly 1:2 (October 6, 1928) : 10
    Part 3 : (have not seen)

    other numbers of the apparently short-lived journal are at NYPL : link
    will provide scan (at least of first two installment) in due course.
     

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