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MEN, mean men, a gallery of them,
hare In most eases been discov
ered by women who began the
analysis hi the home and surrendered
their conclusions hi the courts. io
iinMD is not a passing
show; It Is an Irritating daily fact. If
the evidence is to be believed.
TT..h individual piainiui imnas ner
experience is the most unpleasant; she
Is convinced she knows the meanest
man. The latest exhibit was found in
Jersey City, where tne measure was
taken by tne wiie, Jmra j.
Freyer.
Mrs. Freyer told tne court ner nus-
band was an unreasonably jealous sort
of a Derson. who in his tumultuous tor
rent of suspicion not only robbed her
of domestic peace and tranquillity, but
who sacrificed ber personal wardrobe
to his overwhelming desire to cms
and humiliate her.
His excuse was: "Nobody will look
at her if she isn't dressed well, and so,
Judge. I had -io do It."
What did he do?
According to her testimony he cut
off the toes of her silk stockings, rip
ped the trimming off her hats and
threw the new winter shapes Into
the family garbage box; slashed th
laces of her corset, robbed her blouse
of their hooks and eyes, took tne aoo
ble out of her skirt with a penknife
her gloves he made flngerlesa. her coats
became buttonless; and, all in all, the
home and fireside looked no Is the
least like a paradise regained.
She found she couidn t go out into
the park and walk off ber vexatious
spirit, as a modified baiome costume
would neither be comfortable nor un
derstood. And the Salome outfit was
all there was left to choose.
The Jeslons Hnsbftsd.
"He bought them all for me," she
cried, "and now see what has happened
lee what he has done! I tried to tell
him he was the only man in my heart,
but he wouldn't listen. Why, If I take
up a book or a magazine he become:
so angry and Jealous that he snatches
them away from me and puts them in
the coal bin. No book looks the same
after it has been in a coal bin. And
to think I am the mother of all his
children! Ain t that enough to con
vince him I don't want, to go out and
waste my time parading?"
"You can t parade now," replied the
man.
Another mean husband came before
magistrate accused of worrying the
life out of his wife. She was fortified
with complaints.
"When I go to the theater with him
I don't dare look at the stage if the
leading man is on; he tells me I am in
love with him, no matter if the actor
Is one I never saw before; and If I do
glance Just a little bit at him he
pinches my arm so I almost faint.
told him I wanted to go to matinees
alone, and he said he was waiting for
me to admit it, that I could go but that
I needn t come back. He said I was
leading a double life. and. Judge.
haven't spoken to another man since
I married."
The cruel way of a man with the
woman he has sworn to cherish and
adore, or something to that effect, was
also very well exemplified in the pa-
metic uie story or a woman who for
merly lived in Washington, but who
now is an inmate of an asylum for
the insane. Her relatives declare she
is the victim of a man's studied and
persistent cruelty. He cared only for
juvenile Drains In woman; he regarded
all women a dolls and patronized or
scoffed at any sign or token of fem
inine intelligence.
IgBorlBB His Wife.
They married In a Connecticut town
when neither was 20 years old. They
had been classmates in high school.
He became a mining engineer, then a
mine owner. - He met men with brains,
position, power. He grew with them.
He prospered. His wife endeavored
to show him she was in touch with
this growth, in sympathy with this ad
vancement.
The affairs of the world fascinated
her, and her husband's career absorbed
her. She sought time and again to
show him her interest in what he was
doing, but he met all her suggestions
or her attempts at conversation with
patronizing smiles or laughs.
He never asked for or accepted her
opinion on any subject. He treated
her as if she were a child that never
would grow into maturity. He gave
no sign that1 he suspected the existence
of a brain In her, no intimation that he
wanted to discover in her any intelli
gence. Her mentality was obviously
a matter of small concern to him.
In this atmosphere she struggled,
hoping for some indication from him
that she was mistaken In her anal
ysis of his estimate of her. Her en
treaties for real companionship were
met with the same disdain that had so
long characterized his attitude toward
ber. Her endurance of the situation
reached Its limitation; her reason that,
had been scorned so long vanished act
ually, but the man who brought the
tragedy Into her life went on in his
self-centered way, believing his dear
wife Buffered from hallucinations and
regretting his home life had been in
terrupted by, as he said, the "sudden
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change in his wife's physical condl
tion."
It was the woman's relatives that put
him in the mean man class.
"What's the good 'o prayln' for the
Wrath to strike im?
'Mary! Pity women when the rest
are like Mm."
The members of this Congress have
Qualified in many other ways for ad
mittance, and their membership cards
are rarely returned definitely.
I was luncbtng at the Colony Club
yesterday the club, you may recall,
is the most fashionable organization
for women in America, and is support'
ed by the wives, daughters, sisters and
aunts of the well-bred and rich men
of New York.
"Bob has developed a terrible streak
of meanness." said a matron, who lives
one of the big houses Just east of
Central Park. "He decided recently
that it was a deplorable habit to
serve any sort of a thing to drink, on
account of the possible bad influence
might have on Jack, who is now
14 years old. So Bob, in his pompous
virtue, comes home for dinner every
night, carrying full evidence that .he
has satisfied bis own thirst for cock
tails and highballs. He acts as if he
. model husband and father, and
struts about as if he hopes Jack will
observe his good points and grow to
be like him.
"No matter if we have guests for din
er Bob stubbornly insists that the
no liquor rule must not be broken.
she went on, "though he fortifies him
self invariably at some bar on hie way
home. This master-of-the-house busi
ness, under the circumstances, is try
ing to a sense of humor. His own in
dulgences and his arrogance are un
bearable facts, and I am growing
more and more to dread the approach
of the hour each day when he comes
home to demonstrate his prohibition
principles to me and the rest of the
family."
, Husband Who Haunt Clubs.
He has a nature about as fine as
Harry's," spoke up a woman at her
right. "Harry is at the dub most
very night; frequently dines there; Is
cross in the morning; the children are
afraid to speak to hira. He growls and
roars, finds fault with the servants
and is an artist in the making of the
atmosphere so unpleasant that the
whole household Is relieved when he
starts for his office. Last Saturday
night he never came borne at all, but
Sunday morning at 10 o clock In
marches Harry, In his top hat and frock
coat. The first I knew of his pres-
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"Her Mentality a Maftef
of No Concern.
"All T H P Want i W M. .Eytfirtsr Paer : and
ence I heard him swearing because
the children weren't dressed. He was
impatient to take them to church, sit
in the family pew and promenade on
the avenue with them model parent
and all that."
'I don't think either of these men is
teo mean to live with," volunteered
another. "I have been married three
years, and Dick never has got over
an absurd Jealousy that he has worried
me with from the very day that we
were married. I simply can't gs to
dances with him. At the last Assem
bly he began a scene after I had
waltzed with his brother his own
brother, fancy, and a father, of seven
children. He put bis heel on the toe
of my slipper and pressed it so bard
ne utterly crushed my foot.
I wanted to scream, but how could
IT' she continued. "Oh, the mortifi
cation, the humiliation of it, and the
pain as well. He said I liked his mother
better than I did him. I told him he
was a silly boy, and be reached over
to whisper "Lies' in my ear; he bit the
ear, and I jerked away from him. It
was when I started to move that he
planted his heel on my toes.
Rascal Won Heart Coin.
The meanest man I have eaceantered
here," said Miss McOratb, ."was one
who made ardent love to a woman with
so much warmth and sincerity that
she gave him $600 she had saved from
her earnings and established him in
tobacco shop. Then they were mar
ried, the business prospered and she
had visions of a home of their own,
visions which he shared with her in
conversation for about a month. One
day he failed to come home for dinner,
and she went to the shop with food
she had prepared, only to find another
proprietor there, established. The mean
husband had sold out for JflOOO and
gone.
He never came back ana sne was
not successful in tracing htm.
While I was sitting by Miss Mc
Grata's desk, a weary-looking person
with careless clothes, topped with an
animated hat, walked up to register
ner alia.
"I don't dare to go home," she said.
Tie would kill roe or something."
"I will send you to a lodging-house
tonight while I investigate your case,'
said Miss McQuade. -
"You'd better not see him while
you're investigating," returned the wo
man. "When he's mad, he's dreadfuiler
every minute, and he never slacks up
in nis spite."
"We will manage somehow," ' an
nounced Miss McQuade.
"That 'somehow way Ive been try
ing since I married. We live in a
house on the river, and when I came
out today he says: 'If you show up
again and cross the threshold, I'll blow
your face off. Ill sink you and the
darn boat, your face and alL I don't
like your face, and I don't mind losing
the boat to get rid of looking at that
face.' Now, I ain't going back, just
for the sake of being dumped into the
East River. He didn't lie; he don't like
my face any more than he implied."
Drunk and Meanness.
A woman who said she was born in
Finland was another applicant for the
"Help! help!" series.
"When my husband ain't drinking
he is kind and sociable and helps in the
housework," said she. "But when he
drinks, and it is once a day anyway,
he gets what you might call drunk,
be jerks at my- hair, twists my wrists
and pulls my nose. I mind the nose
most. I even put some cold cream on
it one day, so his fingers couldn't get
a hold, and then he hid my spectacles.
can t see without them not as far
as me to you and he put cold cream
all over the furniture, because I
couldn't see what he was doing, and
when the cream was gone he used soap,
and It ain't peaceful like that, is it?"
Those are only two Instances in the
dally grind of unhapplnesa and misery.
There are milder degrees of mean
ness. When a girl says to a man.
"You mean, old thing" she might not
convey the same definition of "mean1
that has been cited above. She really
might be verbally caressing him and
thinking, "You are tha dearest, lovelt
est, handsomest thing in the world, and
If any other girl attracts you for - a
minute I'd fight with all my wits and
cnarnt to noia you.
Oh, yes, and she might use tha same
expression when he calls a half-hour
late to take her to the theater. 8he
might think it also as ha. goes out be
tween the acts, or when he suggests
that they have a little supper and then
when tney are seated among the crys
tal, silver, flowers and music, asks her
"What kind of a sandwich will vou
have?" or "What sort of mineral water
are you drinking?"
Meanest Mast on Earth.
"Mean old thing" may also be heard
in polite homes, when friend husband
has used the shower in the bathroom
and splashed generously over the walls
and floor, the bottles and the windows.
Or when he this same husband or
another fusses when his wife wants
him to play bridge or go to a concert
or lecture, and tells her he is so tired
after his hard day in the office that
all he wants is his evening papers and
cigar; yet when a big light is pulled
off, or the election is being held, he
never thinks of his weariness in body
and spirit, but comes borne in th
early morning, exuberantly aglow with
the fascinations of the night and In
sists upon telling her ell about it.
even to his losses. Somehow, men like
to tell of what they lose rather than
what they win when in friendly con
sultation with the other bead of the
household.
There still exists the story of a man
so mean that he gave his little son a
penny for keeping the flies away from
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i EATS in the front row!" Starrow
said jubilantly, as he detached
himself from the long line of
ticket buyers. "But I wouldn't have
got them If they hadn't been returned
Just as I got to the window. Want to
go in now?
"All right" Peyton agreed.
It struck Starrow that his companion
was not showing the proper degree of
enthusiasm. "It's too bad It isn't your
own game," he went on. as they made
their way Into the little, dingy, dark
ened theater. "Say, wouldn't it be
great to see yourself making that end
run?" "Yes, I'd like to see it" Peyton ad
mitted, unemotionally.
He did not seem to be in the mood
for talking, but Starrow went on un
deterred. "Heavens! You must be a
homesick guy Harvard football in the
biograph and alone In St Louis on
Christmas. Did you get anything in
your stocking?"
"Nothing." Peyton's indifference was
not assumed. There was only one thing
he wanted. Denied that the best gifts
of the magi counted for nothing.
His meager response seemed to si
lence Starrow. They sat without talk
ing, watching the people come in. Over
tha house lay tha quiet of a Christmas
audience the pitiful quiet of forlorn
kremnants of humanity who, simply to
forget fill up a holiday with makeshift
entertainment A woman here and
there, sitting solitary In the stuffy
looking boxes, added a touch of extra
desolation. But gradually, as the "gal
lery began to whistle and catcall its
impatience, the place assumed the su
perficial cheer that comes with noise.
Peyton, swaying mentally In an over
mastering fit of homesickness, tried te
sret a Krin on himself. The depressed.
weak-kneed-looking orchestra crawled
from underneath the stage. Ah, there
would be music! That at least might
take ilm out of himself. But no: his
homesickness Inundated hira in another
weakening flood: for they had begun
to scrape through a medley of college
songs "Fair Harvard." "Boola Boola,"
"The Undertaker's Song," "Up the
Street" "For God, for Country, and for
Yale," "Veritas." He leaned on the arm
of his chair, one hand over his eyes.
The theater darkened. He took no
notice. A cone of brilliant light shot
from the balconv straight at the big
white screen; wavered, and danced upon
it But his attitude did not change, it
stabbed the center in a circle of light
and sip!
Peyton sat up.
There, printed on the white rectangle.
as If by a flash of lightning, towered
the stadium. Empty, its tiered height
rose in a long, gray curve against the
sky. A half-oval of the deserted neia
stretched out to meet him. It looked
exactly as he had seen It one moonlit
night In a "daily" written about it
he remembered he had compared it in
high-flown schoolboy English, to the
Coliseum.
Curiously enough, he did not immedi
ately think of football in connection
with it Class day came back to
hira, and tha incongruous aspect of
the stadium as he came marching in
with '07. Directly in front the students
squatted on the grass. At the right
forming a background for them, the
"set" of the Greek play cut the grid
iron In two. At the left plowing down
over the crimson-hung tiers of seats
from the hot blue sky, poured an
avalanche of girls bunches and rafts
and slathers of girls girls of all ages,
girls of all sizes, girls of all shapes;
blue girls and pink girls, green girls
ad yellow girls, lavender girls and 1
brown girls, white, red, and black
girls; girls in foamy, flouncy, petal
things that were dresses; girls under
huge, rainbow wreaths of flowers that
were hats; hats under huge, lustrous
bubbles that were parasols. He re
membered that Lawrence, marching
by bis side, had looked up and said:
"Close as bonbons in a box." Pey
ton thought them more like that mad
huddle of blossoms In his aunt's old
fashioned garden In Gloucester. Now
the muti-colored throng were ap
plauding '82, Jubilant on its twenty
fifth anniversary. Now be could hear
the cheers of '08, '09, '10. following
'82. Now he could hear the roar that
went up from both audience and
alumni when '07 marched in. He
could hear every sound of It; he would
hear that until he died. And It was
all over now the four most wondenui
years a man ever spent
The picture of the stadium stayed
on the sheet only a short moment but j
la that Unas -he lived over an intense1
afternoon.
.The stadium vanished from the
screen; now the biograph had them
at Harvard Square on the day of a
great game the old familiar picture
ef an old familiar confusion. A pro
cession of trolley-cars unloaded a mob
of spectators, which ran like a flood
through the mob of curious onlookers,
packing the square and overflowing
into its confluent streets. Everywhere
swarmed boys selling score-cards,
flags, flowers, badges, miniature foot
balls, all manner of glzncrack sou
venirs. The sputtering biograph flashed
again. This time it was the bridge.
with the same old crowd advancing
at the same old snail's pace, and fling
ing abroad, Peyton had no doubt, the
same old jokes. The macnine, it
seemed, was following that crowd.
Now the boathouse slipped into the
picture, now the training quarters, and
now the interior of the stadium again.
Not empty this time; the seats were ;
almost filled. But spectators were still
pouring out of the chimney-like en
trances. The ushers . were leaping up
the aisles, two steps at a time, de
flecting the thick streams up, down
across, into scores of tiny currents. At
the very top a row of heads made
black blobs on the sky-line. Above
stretched the aerial banners that al
ways grace a big stadium game.
This was the enemy's side; banners
bearing the word Yale, pennants
displaying the letter "Y" proclaimed
it The girls, beginning to roll them
selves in extra wraps, wore bugs
bunches of violets. As plainly as
though the picture had been colored,
he saw that their streamers and tas
sels were of Yale blue.
The scene shifted. Peyton jumped
again. It was the Harvard side this
time the flags, the pennants, the mon
ster bunches of chrysanthemums, all
shouted the faet to him.
This picture vanished. It was plain
that the blograph-operator had moved
down close to the audience, and was
beginning to present . a panoramic
view of the spectators.
Smooth as a river the old familiar
audience flowed past him; the cheer
ing section crowded with hats, line
pin-cushions studded with black-beaded
pins; proud fathers, prouder mothers,
superior little brothers, excited little
sisters; graduates, ranging from last
year's crop to alumni of thirty yearsf
critical prep-school boys, giggling,
school girls, Radcllffe girls, all Cam.
bridge, nearly all Boston, and a little
of all its suburbs. Hi!
Peyton was on his feet
The panorama had vanished. Into
its place leaped a picture of the Har
vard half of the stadium. And the
whole Harvard side was rising with
the steady movement upward of a tidal
wave cresting to break. All the flags,
banners and pennants had cut
loose to make havoc of the sky-line.
On the gridiron, a half-dozen yell
leaders, megaphones in hand, arms
whirling, looked like mechanical toys
wound up to work together. He could
fairly hear the deep, "Harvard! Har
vard! Harvard;" He knew what was
happening. He had seen that mag
nificent concerted movement many
times. The team had cpme on.
Starrow nulled him back into his
seat
UnheedlnsL Peyton bent forward over
the orrhnstrT ralL bursting with eager
ness. Would the picture ever change?
There they were, running toward him
over the field. Atar orr tney mi6
have been buffalo. Now he could make
out the "H's" on their breasts. He
caught a face here and there.
The herd spread out like a fan and
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