.Business Dress l\y JOHN W. V. BALLARD THE difference between man's and woman's attire in color is largely attributable lo the difference in temperament and taste. .Men's dress is grave because they dress in accordance with the requirement of their business, and their clothes for full dress and half dress are quiet, principally that the contrast with that of women should be more apparent. From time immemorial woman has been garbed in gayer dress than that of man. This is opposite to the nature of the sexes in the bird king dom, for the male bird's plumage is more brilliant than that of his mate. Then why does woman dress more gaily? It is her nature. It is her desire to dress becomingly. It is her wish to dress in a manner more pleasing to her husband, her lover, her friend. It is also a fact that a few of the fair sex who seem to have little desire to please the eye of man will study attractive dress and bright attire. The adage, ''Beauty unadorned is adorned the most," seems a contradic tion of ideas, but the most beautiful women of the world desire to dress in richest colors and best quality of fabric. Imagine at a grand ball a lady entering the assemblage in the sombre colors employed by the male sex. such an effect would seem ridiculaus. A desirable effect is not always produced in gaudy colors alone, but must be combined with materials of exquisite texture. A new and lovely gown often is conducive to the promotion of a cheerful temperament and in a practical way a fresh and pretty frock has suggested an aid to convales cence after a protracted illness. A great variety of costumes is necessary to the fair sex to meet the requirements of the many festal and other occasions of tlie present day. The church, the theater, dinner, dance, motoring, and sports in general, all require special castuming. We hav6 been asked by one of our large papers to design a suitable and becoming costume for young ladies' baseball college clubs in the brilliant colors of their respective colleges. We are unwilling to acquiesce in the report that the society ladies of our city dress in extremely subdued fashion, for they certainly manifest exceptionally refined taste in the adoption of rich colors and superior fab' rics. So it seems to us that bright and beautiful colors are rightfully » jt employed bv the fair sex 011 nearly every occasion. ~ Working Olit Our Own Salvation By L. H. O'CONNOR people that the majority of men do with their money as necessity requires. There is not much choice for many of ns. Philosophy, economics and frugality are all right in their places, but there is no fixed rule bv which a dog can be made to wag his tail. He is governed by the occasion whether it's a light or a frolic. 1 have mnnv times been in the wheal pit on the Chicago board of trade, where I,UOH men wore yelling, clawing each other like wild beasts, when from the edge of the pit a well known character noted for his keen, shrill voice would cry aloud: "This is a gav life."' Laughter and ridicule sometimes has a quieting effect. Life, if not "gay," is certainly susceptible of numerous variations. We each have our own individuality. Each is himself alone. He can 1»> no one else. No general rule of conduct applicable alike to all can ever be successfully carried out. When Adam and live passed out of Eden beneath the flaming sword they were apprised that the world was all before them. Since then man in his wanderings has made many discoveries, many secrets of nature he has unlocked, but the greatest of them all remains a mystery, that is, man himself, (iod does not intend that his kingdom shall be filled with counterfeit presentments. We must work out our own salvation, crystal lize, harmonize and purify and do it alone. "Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; the proper study of mankind is man." Problem of Saving All Personal Letters By E. P. MELLI.NGER Here, then, arises the dilemma: shall the recipient destroy such a letter, or shall he stow it away, thereby giving himself a chance 1o reread it. but also rendering it possible that other eyes than those for which it was intended may read it ? One type of person solves the question by throwing everything awiy. As he himself avers, he thus cuts himself loose from the riddle. Unfortu nately, at the same time he cuts himself loose from a host of ties by which he may bind himself to the past, lie-surrenders one of 'lie most precious privileges of letter exchanging. The solution by throwing everything away is really no solution at all. That is merely to adopt the method •of one who avoids a sprained ankle by never taking a step, or who avoids trashy novels by not reading at all. Over against him stands the person who never destroys any personal letters. He goes on classifying and preserving, preserving and classifying, until, instead of merely tilling odd corners here and there, he fills whole boxes, drawers and trunks. By traditional custom letters find their way to the attic. They do not always—largely because people cannot afford room for attics nowadays-—but they end by filling an unconscionable amount of space somewhere. Bright and Pretty Colors Worn by the Women And now comes a great writer who says that we are too stingy, that we should spend more money, cat better food, wear better clothes, pay our friends' car fare. That such a course is money well invested. Henry Ward Beecher is reported to have said that a dollar a day was enough for a laboring man. Ingersoll advised young men if they had but a dollar to "spend ir like a god." Every banker will tell us that if we have a dollar we should deposit it with him, and he will make iis rich. I wonder if it has ever occurred to these The line of distinction between letters of business and letters of friendship has become more and more sharply drawn. Broadly speaking, the abrupt business com munication of today is not a letter at all. Yet most business letters are preserved for a time. After what is deemed a sufficient period, such letters are destroyed. But the old, old problem of what to do with personal letters still is as perplexing as ever. A private letter from a friend is a bit of that particular friend himself. Xot cold paper and ink are inclosed in the en velope, but aspirations, fears, opinions, love. POSITION OF BATTERS No Two Players, Handle Them selves Aliku at Plate. Ha' Chase Assumes, (Seeming Attitude of Indifference anj Carelessness— Swings Bat Wiufi Good Deal of Snap, but Not Hard. Similar results in batting—good re sults that is, are obtained from many different styles. Good form, poor form and no form at all get there with the bat, and each contributes its quota to the .300 division. This thing of "form" at the bat is largely a shib boleth based on nothing. In other sports "form" may be more or less of a necessity, at any rate certain branches of sport la/ much stress on "form," possibly laying more on the niceties of physical poise than there Is occasion for. Maybe there is "form" !n baseball, but if many different ex ponents of hard hilling go about get ting good results in quite different ways as to adjustment of body, feet, arms and so forth it is not clear ju3t where any regulation form comes In. No two batters handle themselves exactly alike at the plate, of course, but methods differ so widely as to make each man's "form" his own. Styles can be corrected to advantage; that is, faults overcome and changes made suitable to the Individual, but even then there is no approach to a standard. A few cases will serve to show how different batters maintain a sway among the batting elect, the .300 class with a wide dissimilarity of method. Take Hal Chase, for instance. Many is the spectator who says he doesn't see how Chase hits the hall. Yet he does hit it, keeps on hitting it and always has been a first-class batter. The batter who steps away from the plate is notoriously a poor hitter, but while Chase doesn't step or pull away he is fidgety with his feet and sug gests that he is about to step away. Seemingly careless and indifferent, be really is watching the pitcher's svery movement as well as the whole layout, and no man can hit better with a base runner. His attitude is anything but menacing, indeed con tains a hint of timidity, which really doesn't exist, but with loose wrist and arm action he can adapt himself to any sort of a pitched ball hittabie. He 7T '' ' | / "Si v I A .1 Hal Chase. nscd to be weak on a lw.v curve out-; side the plate, but got over that and now is a free hitter. If he wants to j hit he'll hit at anything, like and Wagner, and he's liable to hit; anything. He doesn't swing hard" in j the sense of having a long swing, but swings with a good deal of snap. Hl3 j eye and arm do the work without much use of the body in adding force to the drive. FLAG WON BY EIGHT LEADERS Struggle for Pennant in American As sociation Already Landed by Various Managers. The struggle in the American aaso ciation for the championship pennant is already over according to the claims of the various managers, as given be iow: Hugh Duffy: It's a cinch. Joe Cantillon: The llag is already; pinned to my piano. Jack Tighe: Keally, it's a shame tc take it. «J1 mmy Burke: Alter deep thought j and careful consideration 1 can freely | predict that the A. A championship i banner will float in Indianapolis next fall. Charles Carr: There's nothing to it l but the Blues. The flag has already I been ordered from my sporting goods house. Topsy llartsei: My Mack style ot \ battle will cop for sure. Mike Kelley: Ditto, only more em 112 phatic. Bill Friel: The same Rival in Points. Certain cities overshadow all rivals in certain departments of play. Great er New York, as a starter, is well fixed for first basemen, with Chase, Daubert and Merkle. Boston can boast of two stanch outlields In Speak er, Hooper and Lewis of the Ked Sox, with Miller, Campbell and Jackson ot rhe Braves. Chicago has always stood Ijigh with catchers in Sullivan anc .jreher. And Philadelphia has thf Athletics UNIQUE POSITION OF CLEVELAND PLAYER TrtOWSOH Pt/OTO Ncal Ball, Naps' Great Utility Player. Neal Ball stands in a rather pecu liar position on the Cleveland club. No one reckons that he has a chance to become a regular in the immediate future. The only thing that may bring that title to him is an injury to Nap Lajoie or a shift of Larry from second to first. But every one reckons Neal a regu lar member of the club just as they do Larry, Gregg and Olson. Neal isn't fighting for a job. He is a star utility man. Before the gong j sounds announcing the opening of the J campaign lie can rest assured that | his name will remain on the roster, no ! matter who else departs. It is doubtful if there has ever been | a parallel to his case in the history ;of baseball. A utility role is a hazard- I ous one at its best, j Forced to rest upon the bench dur : ing the greater part of a season, then | suddenly called upon to jump into a ! breach during the heat of a race, asKed | perhaps, to fill the shoes of a man who has been playing brilliantly, the PiRATES' HOODOO 13 SOLVED Pittsburg Team Find Long-Wanted First Baseman in "Dots" Mil ler —Has Hard Job Ahead. 1 The Pittsburg team of the National : /eague claims to have found its long ■ looked-for first baseman in "Dots" ! Miller, the Kearney, N. J., boy, who ! has been shifted from second base to first. The Pirates have searched dili j gently for a first baseman ever since they traded Kitty B/ausfield to the | Phillies in the spring oi 1905. In the | last seven years the Smoky City ag | gregation has tried cut first sackers i by the wholesale, but never succeeded in landing a high class man. Among (he men tried were Del Howard, Nea lon, Flynn, Swaclna, GUI, Abstein, j Sharpe, Hunter, Keating and Mc | Kechnie, but none of them suited j Fred Clarke or the Pittsburg fans. Last spring and through all of 1910 the Pittsburg scribes were singing "Dots" Miller. the praises of Fred Hunter, said to be by far the greatest first sacker that ever performed in the American as sociation Fred lasted half the sea son. when he was shunted to the side lines, and was released before the sea son was over. Followers of the Pirates now are fans invariably demand that tlie utility player deliver the same high-class ar ticle as the man who preceded him. It's an injustice to expect a man, vir tually out of practice, to do so. The utility player who can do so is one of the rarest things in baseball. By the same token he is almost invaluable. That's just what makes Neai Ball a great player lor the Cleveland club. The folks around the circuit are still ; talking about his performance last year. There was not a better field ing second baseman in the league. A huge number of the critics and play ers believe that Neal was the greatest j fielding second baseman of 1911. Neal is undoubtedly one of the most popular players with his teammates that the club has ever had. It is doubtful if anyone ever heard a Cleve land player criticise the "triple play hero" He's everyone's friend. He's a conscientious athlete On tlie field he gives the club everything he pos sesses. Off the field he takes perfect care of himself. asking themselves whether Miller al so will prove to be a lizzie at first base. "Dots" has a hard job ahead of him, as there seems to be a hoodoo to the position on the Pittsburg team. It is even Intimated in Pittsburg that Hans Wagner would rather not tackle the place, as he believes he might sue- ) cumb to the hoodoo and lose his bat ting eye or his fielding ability. The St. Louis Rrowns send Pitcher Hawk back to Burlington. Rirmiugham has released Charles Bell, a recruit, to Chlllicothe, O. The veteran Happy Jim Crandle will play the outfield with Oshkosh. Stahl, Davis, Callahan and Griffith, all in new berths, are making good with a rush. St. Paul has sold Its giant catcher, Hub Dawson, to the l'eaumont club of the Texas league. Joe Raidy, last season manager of the Zanesville team, has been given his unconditional release. Charles B. Smith will manage the New Castle team of the Ohio-Pennsyl vania league for Owner Leist. Veteran Jack Warner says Amos Ru sle had more puzzling curves and bet ter control than Rube Marquard. Manager Wallace of the Browns has sent a recruit first baseman named Miller to Lowell, along with Wolfgang and Magee. "If you can show me a better out field than Carey, Donlln and Wilson, I'll buy," says Fred Clarke, the Pi- 1 rate's manager. Clark Griffith has his eye on Tal j Pendleton, the brilliant football play er and speedy shortstop of the Prince ton baseball team. "If St. Ix)uis could buy Lajoie for SIO,OOO he would more than earn the purchase price back for them in ten days," says Hughie Jennings. President Comiskey, of the White Sox, has promised his team a training trip to California in the spring of IJHS, the year of the Panama exposition. Big Bill James, the Cleveland pitch er, has the biggest hand of any play er In the major league. A basebal. look like a pea in the giant's band AROUND THE CAMP/fUvjl/' FIRE KISS BROUGHT BACK A LIFE Incident Showing Tenderness of Heart of Martyred President— Scene Worthy of Artist. No story of Abraham Lincoln so well illustrates the great tenderness of his heart as that which tells of the kiss he gave a wounded soldier-hero. In a narrow cot in the military hos pital at City Point Maj. Charles H. Houghton was dying. He had been in ommand of Fort Haskell, a strategic ,»oint in the rear of Grant's lines, against which all the fury of Lee's attack was being directed in an effort to break the Union lines. Against Maj. Houghton, a mere boy of 20 years old, were pitted the science and strat egic knowledge of Gen. John B. Gor don, of Georgia. Shortly after, at 9 o'clock one morn ing, the door at the end of the ward was opened and Dr. Mac Donald, chief surgeon, called: "Attention! The President of the United States." Those on the cots who had the strength sat erect; nurses propped others against pillows. Hands went to pallid foreheads in the military sa lute and weakened hearts beat fast again as in the doorway appeared the form of the man who stood for all that thousands or other men had fought for, died for aid would live for. There outside the <ioor. the sunlight streaming into the room over square, gaunt shoulders, stood Abraham Lin coln. Into the rootn he stalked, bend ing his awkward form ungracefully, for the doorway was low. At cot after cot he paused to speak some word of cheer. At Houghton's cot the two men paused. "This is the man," whispered Mac Donald. With a large, uncouth hand the President motioned for a chair. Si lently a nurse placed one at the cot's head. Houghton did not know; he could not. As though he were afraid it would clatter and Jiurt the sufferer, Lincoln softly placed his "stovepipe" hat of exaggerated fashion on the floor. Gently as a woman he took the wasted, colorless hand in his own/ sinewy one of iron strength. Just suspicion of a pressuio was thofre, but Houghton opened his eyes. Sflow ly, dully he realized who it wa4 be side him. A smile which had forgotten suffer ing answered the great President's smile of pain. In tones soft, almost musical, it seemed, the President spoke to the boy on the cot, told him how he had heard of his great deeds, how he was proud of his fellow coun tryman, how he had saved an army, A few feeble words Houghton spoke in reply. At the poor, toneless voice the President winced. The doctor had told him that Houghton would die. Then happened a strange thing. The President asked to see the wound which was taking so noble a life. Surgeons and nurses tried to dis suade him, but Lincoln insisted. The horrors of war were for him to bear as well as others, he told them, and Gently as a Woman He Took the Wasted, Colorless Hand. to him the wound was a thing holy Bandages long and stained were re moved, and the President saw. "Oh, this war! This awful, awful war!" he sobbed. Down the deep lined furrows of the homely, kindly face hot tears burned their way. Slowly, tenderly, the President leaned over the pillow. Now the tears of which he was not ashamed cut heavy furrows in it and splotched the white sheets on which they fell. While nurses and surgeons and men watched there in the little hospital Abraham Lincoln took the pallid face of Houghton between his hands and kissed it, just below the damp, tangled hair. "My boy," he said brokenly, swal lowing. "you must live. You must live." The first gleam of real, warm, throbbing life came Into the dull eyes. Houghton, stiffened, with a conscious, elastic tension in the cot. With a little wan smile he managed to drag a hand to his forehead. It was the nearest he could come to a salute. The awkward form of the President bent lower and lower to catch the faint, faint words. "I intend to, sir," was what Hough on said. And he did. #
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