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To a Young Friend who Purposes to Write Plays

My dear dramatist:


it not the fact that Our conversation

our interest in these the other evening has

reprehensible ladies set me thinking, and

was not in themselves with this result: I be

or in their guilty dolieve you are alto

ings, but in the fact gether on the wrong

that at least they tack in making the bad

did something? They woman the motive

were women of acpower of your com

tion, and action even edy. The traditions

in a bad cause is more are with you? Yes;

entertaining than all but at the moment

the passive virtues we are making traditions. Somebody has piled high. It was the villainess that made always had to do that; and traditions are the wheels go round. There was always made by observing and reflecting what one something doing when she was about. observes. I 'll prove it to you.

In her day, the good woman sat in the Not long since there was a revival of corner spinning, or cutting bread and butter. Sardou's “Diplomacy.” The intrigue ap- Even when most put upon she only wrung peared as fiendishly clever as of yore. Baron her hands, dropped a silent tear, and then Stein and Julian Beauchamp belonged to dutifully forgave her enemies and turned generations of playgoers, and the line of the other cheek. We found her monotosuccession has never been broken. Their nous; she made us sleepy, and we turned descendants still hold the stage. But, curi- with relief to the wicked ladies, delighting ously enough, the reappearance of the not in their evil, but in their activity, their Countess Zicka was not in effect that of a competence, their neat ways of manipulating living woman, but of a reminiscence. One

men and events, and of carrying their newas tempted to say: Zicka, beautiful de- farious schemes to all but a successful conmon, where have you been this long time? clusion. That, of course, as the dramatists What has become of your fascinating com- knew, we never would have sat for. panions, those ladies in red or in Mephis- One may ask, Would we not have been tophelian black who, one was wont to know equally entertained with kindred activity on the moment of their entrance upon the the part of the good woman, if it had been scene, up, to something shocking? called for? This seems demonstrable. For, Where are the Lady Audleys, the Forget- in the meantime, the good woman has sallied me-nots, and Les Belles Russes? Where are forth. The virtues have put on their bonthe intrigantes and polite female rascals, and nets and gone out-of-doors. Such a marthat long procession of evil but fascinating shaling on the common of mothers, wives, women who for so long held us palpitant, as sisters, and daughters was never seen before. they set everything by the ears? Where has There is nothing on which they hesitate to the beautiful young villainess gone?"

lay their hands. Their fingers are in every A brief review of later plays shows that pie. No one now ever sees them wring she is no more. The inference is unmistak- their hands or drop a silent tear. Is anyable. She is no longer important; her place thing wrong, do they even suspect anything has been taken, or she would still be here. wrong, they are up and at it. The thing But why is she no longer important? Is it, itself is not so important. It may be a perchance, that we have changed? But drain or it may be a dead prophet; their acwere we ever as bad as that? Was devilrytivities are equally aroused. For, at the in fair form necessary to engage our atten- moment, it is the activity that delights them. tion? Why did we prefer the companion- Life appears to them an exhilarating course ship of the evil Zicka to that of the innocent of ethical gymnastics, and they are all pressDora, when everybody knows that we all ing to join the class. detest wickedness and love virtues.

Does not this account for the change in Some other reason must account for the the personnel of the drama, for which life long and spirited reign of the beautiful in- is supposed to furnish the prototypes ? Pertrigantes of the drama; and it must also haps there is no play more significant in this be some reason that will account equally for respect than “The Deep Purple,” in which their departure, silently and unmissed. Is the villainess has not only reformed, but



places her accomplished powers in the ser- Woman Knows,” Percy Mackaye in “Mavice of the innocent. No, in a retrospect of ter," Vaughn in “Penelope,” Bahr in "The all the prominent plays of the last few Concert," and the list might be lengthened. years, it is plain that the engaging villainess, In each of these plays the good woman is with her trailing robes, her brow of mystery, radiant with humor, and chuckles silently and her hands spinning the fine threads of while she saves the situation. There is intrigue, has been supplanted by the good not one of these, nor of those in other woman in a tailor-made gown gaily uproot- modern plays, if one's sporting blood were ing cherished abuses and choice sins. up, that one would hesitate to enter in a

Good women used to be as solemn as handicap, at large odds, against Zicka, La owls. The virtuous woman, though she Belle Russe, or any one of the shady ladies came as high as rubies, never shone for her who were wont to hold us breathless in humor. Now she bubbles over with it. days gone by. Do I make myself not only “What every woman knows" is that she clear, but convincing ? must be not only good, but gay; Barrie

Cordially yours, illustrates it in Maggie in "What Every

Wilde Thyme.


May 24, 1911.

said, “is seen in Japan, but not I am writing on board a Ger

looked at.” man ship on the Japan Sea

They are a cheery, happy sort midway between Nagasaki and

of people, fat and hearty-lookShanghai. All China and Japan

ing, always animated, and talkseem near each other on the

ing and laughing at their work. map, but it is 1300 miles from

The amount of their manual laYokohama to Shanghai, and it

bor is enormous. They have takes five days constant travel to go from virtually no draft animals and fewer maShanghai to Peking. I have just sailed chines. Men and women push or pull unthrough the Inland Sea, an exaggerated heard of loads on two-wheeled barrows. I Long Island Sound, 300 miles long, and have seen logs of wood three feet in diamefrom ten to forty wide. It is full of islands ter and fifteen feet long thus progressing (the natives say 10,000), and teems with all through the streets of Tokio. It takes sorts of navigable craft. Indeed, the whole twenty men to drive a moderate-sized pile, seaboard swarms with life. Here are the and yesterday I saw the coaling of this only comparatively level and arable parts. ship at Nagasaki by 500 natives, mostly Nine tenths of the land is mountainous and girls and young women. They built a series unproductive, and how a population half as of platforms against the side of the ship large as that of the United States can sub- of graded heights, like stair-steps. On these sist on the remaining one tenth, do so much, they stood in lines or gangs, and passed up pay such taxes (the national debt alone is the coal in shallow baskets each containing $25 per capita), and be so happy, is a mys- twenty pounds at the rate of fifty a minute tery to me.

by the watch for each gang, and there were Certainly there is no danger here of race sixteen gangs of about thirty each. This suicide: children, especially babies, are was 800 baskets a minute, or 48,000 an everywhere in evidence. They are never hour; that is, from 400 to 500 tons. In no left at home; their older brothers often other place and in other way can coal be so carry them, but more often their sisters. I rapidly or economically loaded. I watched have seen girls of twelve or fifteen playing these baskets rolling up like chain-belts till hop-scotch, skipping rope, and running races it fairly made my head swim. with their baby brothers on their backs. As I have said, they are a happy people. These babes are weaned late, -perhaps not It takes some time to get used to being so late as in some parts of Central America, drawn in a miniature hansom-cab by a felwhere, as I have just read, it is no unusual low human being, and more to become accussight to see a child of four or five descend tomed to being carried in a chair, on the from the maternal fount to light and smoke shoulders of four others, up apparently ina formidable cigarette,-but I have seen a accessible mountain-trails, until you note Japanese mother stop on the public street that they are laughing and talking all the and give suck to a boy of three or four walk- time, and end up a twenty-mile run sound ing at her side. And as for the nursing of of wind and in the best of spirits. infants, it is the commonest of sights. Nor Their hotels run by natives on the Eurois this all. The nude, as some one has pean plan are excellent, and fast driving the purely foreign houses out of business; and


great caravan route to Central Asia, little this is not true of hotels alone. I have never changed since Marco Polo passed that way, traveled more comfortably, never been so or Kublai Khan marched through with his packed and unpacked, so escorted to my hordes. The wall itself is in excellent prebath of a morning, so put to bed at night, servation, twenty feet or more high, wide so pushed in perambulators, so coddled and enough for two “chariots” to drive abreast cajoled, so generally taken care of, since I on its top, and as long as from Boston to was an infant. And I like it. It seems to Salt Lake City, crossing rivers and plains agree with me, and I have been steadily im- and zigzagging along the crests of mounproving in health and spirits ever since I tains four thousand feet high. landed.

For Dairen read Dalny, and you will It is beautiful, too, this country, in a know where I am. The Japanese have miniature way.

The temples, the shrines, changed the name of this place, as of everythe mountains, the gardens, the tea-houses, thing else within their jurisdiction in Manthe geishas, the street costumes-all are churia and Korea. Here they are building novel and charming. I like it all, and I a strictly modern city on the foundations so do not believe the people have any desire or extravagantly laid by the Russians. Indeed, are in any condition to go to war with any it has all the appearance of an American one, least of all with the United States, and "boom" town. The broad streets, avenues, such is the judgment of all the foreign resi- circles, and parkways stretch for miles dents I have met.

through sparsely settled areas. Here and The Japanese prints one sees are fasci- there are magnificent banks and administranating. I saw them making modern repro- tion offices, between which are vacant lots ductions in Tokio by hand impressions from and low one-story houses and dwellings. wood blocks, some of them taking as many Through the middle of the town is a great as seventy-five printings to complete a pic- cut filled with railway-tracks, crossed by ture at the rate of 150 impressions a day, a magnificent stone bridge which puts some and then selling them for one yen (fifty of our structures to shame. Indeed, all cents) each.

the streets, roads, sewers, and bridges here I have left my Japanese guide behind. He are wonderfully well done, fit for any was a constant comfort and delight. His European city; but the houses and the popEnglish was especially entrancing, as, when ulation have not yet come. When they do discussing our proposed visit to a mountain come, they will be all Japanese. There are district, he said, “Of course if those weather no foreign concessions here, as at Shanghai, is bad, that cup of joy will not be full.” Hankow, Tientsin, and Yokohama. The But all their English is amusing, and savors Japanese are proceeding on the policy of of a study of synonyms or “The Century "Japan (and Korea and Manchuria) for the Dictionary.” In Tokio we passed a sign Japanese," and they are crowding everybody reading “Honest Sincere and Self Respecting else out. All the old-established merchants Umbrella Store”; and on the bill of fare at in Japan are feeling and complaining of it, the hotel we were rather startled to find the and here they are not to have an opportunity announcement of “Ham and Chawed Eggs." of securing a foothold. Unappalled by this suggestion of prediges- We came here that we might visit Port tion, I found the eggs simply shirred. Arthur, forty miles distant, where to-mor

row we spend the day. This region has the

reputation of being very warm in summer, PEKING, THE GREAT WALL, AND PORT ARTHUR

but so far we have not found it awfully hot. Dairen, June 19, 1911.

The thermometer in my room has not been We found Peking dry and dusty, and the seen over 82. To-day it is 76 at noon, with distances were immense; but taking it all a delightful, cool breeze blowing in from in all, it is the most impressive capital we the water, which is as blue as at Naples. have yet visited. We traveled up to Nan- It is a refreshing change from Chinese wakow, about fifty miles north of Peking, and ters, which in the rivers and along the deltas I was carried in a chair through the Nan- are as brown and muddy as the Missouri. kow Pass up to the Great Wall. I arose June 20. We have just returned from at 4 A. M., and we started at 4:30, just at Port Arthur, where we have had a most indaylight, and went up in the company of teresting day. I have never seen the scars strings of camels returning to Mongolia; of war so ghastly and unhealed. The Japamules, donkeys, and ponies bearing all kinds nese have not attempted to restore the landof burdens; dogs, pigs, sheep, and pedes- ward fortifications, but have left them just trians representing all phases of Asiatic life; as they were after the capture, bones and priests and coolies, Tatars,

Tatars, Mongols, all. Never have I seen a landscape so Manchus, and Chinese--all traversing the seamed with trenches, so pitted with the


pock-marks of shot and shell. No other trenches, tunneling, and the use of dynamite, word describes it. As for 203 Metre Hill determined men can capture anything, even (that is its height) and the North Fort, it if it seems to be on the steepest hill, and is still a mystery how they ever were taken. constructed on the most scientific lines. The The fort, with its subterranean galleries, its harbor is wonderfully shut in by nature, but deep-concealed foss, its massive, concrete it is almost abandoned now. The Japanese walls and arched roof, all invisible from be- are throwing all the trade into Dairen. low, seemed impregnable; but by zigzag

Frank H. Scott.

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I never seen no avenue

That beats what we live on.
I never heared no parley-voo

To beat, "Well, howdy, John?"

I never et no dish that 's worth

What 's served in ma's café.
For me, there's jest one spot on earth:

Smith Sidings, U. S. A.
W Webversight-seed by the hour;

TE 've been all through the British Isles ;
We've took what ma and Jane both styles

A “continental tower.”
We've walked all kinds o' foreign streets,
But this I 'm bound to say:

Oh, I 'd like to be a sinner, a reckless, I 've yet to find a place that beats

ruthless sinner Smith Sidings, U. S. A.

(And indeed my heart is wickeder than

godly folk can see); There's London, where your head is jarred, But I'd like to be more wicked, more And soot comes rainin' down.

wildly, weirdly wicked, I would n't give our big front yard

Though I 'm the parson's daughter, and I For all o' that there town.

must be good, you see. That Colosseum back at Rome? Can't equal, for a day,

No matter how I hate it (and like the The half-mile track we got at home:

plague I hate it), Smith Sidings, U. S. A.

I must always be as pious and discreet and

prim as glass. Ma-well, you know how women be; I must call on rich old ladies, and admire They 're awful fond o'clothes.

all the babies, She's sort o' Austered with Paree,

And always bow politely when the shiftless And talks it through her nose.

church poor pass.

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Or I'd like to thread the city, the sinful,

splendid city, With a face as bold as sunshine and a heart

as free as wind. And in all the shops I'd order, without

conscience for recorder, Flaming flowers and scarfs and jewels till

my dazzled eyes went blind.

Or I'd like to ride the hill-roads, the

luring, leaping hill-roads, With a gipsy colt beneath me and a gipsy

lad beside, To a camp-fire at the crossways, the

autumn-crimsoned crossways, Where the keen smoke blurs the evening

star and crackling shadows stride.

But I 'll never be so wicked, so beautifully

wicked; I 'll never wear my sunny silk nor ride my

gipsy road. I shall always step demurely till my poor

limbs stiffen surely, And my cheeks forget the ruddy, wicked

wrath they sometimes showed.

AWAKE, ye choirs, with tuneful voices sing
The praise of him who set before the king
That pie articulate, whose golden rind
The plumy warblers of the woods confined-

That bold artificer whose subtle art
Before the monarch placed the storied tart.
With hunger-lighted eye the king sits down,
Loosens his waistcoat, lays aside his crown;
His trenchant blade the savory crust

divides, But mocking Fate his destiny derides; For, lo! their bounds enlarged, the feathered

throng Greet the expectant monarch with a song; While from the pasty's cavernous depths

there floats, Instead of gravy, flood of liquid notes. Where many a massy bar and lock complex The enterprising burglar sore perplex, The monarch sits, forgetful of his state, With tightened belt cries out upon his fate, Which sends him hungry from the festive

board, The hapless victim of a jest abhorred. And now he reckons up the minted gold, And now he damns the cook for caitiff bold. Meanwhile, the queen, of sustenance

amerced By that infatuate cook whose jest accurst At one fell stroke the royal feast destroyed, With bread and honey fills the aching void.

I shall always be so pious, so dimly, dully,

pious, I shall always go to meeting and be

perfectly polite. I should like to say, “The DEVIL!and

my decent locks dishevel; But I 'm the parson's daughter, and I have


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