She Does Not Exist

There is really no such person as the new woman. She is nothing but a suppositious fad, a figment of the masculino iinagination. She has no real existence unless in renaotely isolated individual cases. Generically she does not exist any more than the ranipageous mother-in-law, the Vassar bred honsekeeper and her deadly cookery, the flirtatious and designing tpyewriter and all the other items, singular and oollective, of the professional caricaturist's stook iu t:de. The whole world ia moving on together. The new woraan on her bicycle today is uo more "new" than was Di Vernon on her horse of old. The new woman who now seeks mastery of all the arts and scienoes is no more "advanced" f han was her great-grandmother, whose modest intellectaal aspirations so shocked good Mrs. Malaprop. Wheu the wcrld comes to see fully, as it will, that al) the movements of the day which so djisturb some timorous soulsare nothing tut uniform aud harmonious social evolution toward that which is best aud perfect, it wil] wonder how men could ever have been so foolish or so unjust as to make so vast a pother over the burlesque