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artf jo many dwerces tn the United
States is because the men dq not
'know how to make love.
Alas I if this is true- if in seeking the
wherewithal to clothe our wives in silks or
to buy roset for our sweethearts, we have
: iost the oldest of all arts!
i -, They knew how to make love in
, the old times, and some American women
aversome foreigners know now, . Let us
see how art has pictured love-muking in
the f ast.
That I might crash the out of life and dl
Die of thy delight and my delight and be -Mixed
with thy blood and molten Into thee. ,
Swinburne.
A MAN is either a lover or not a lover.
1 Love is a thing that is not lukewarm,
- and lovemaking cannot, be done in, a
' half-hearted way. It is to love or not
to love. Tou can't win a bride by kissing her
on the fingers and you cannot keep , a wife's af
fection by lightly brushing the tip of her -nose.
Love has been the inspiration of some of
the neatest works of art of all history. The
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old, old story has been' delineated in, colors by
the greatest masters of -the world. Raphael,
Titian," Millais,' Eosetti, Alma-Tadema the
greatest artists of all time have, found the eter
nal theme the dominant note "of, art.
- In ' ancient Greece sculptors ; wove their
fancies in stone, ' and the loves of -Eros and
Psyche, Venus and Adonis,- Orpheus and Euryd
ice, were conjured t' of pure marble, as today
Rodin moulds in stone the story (- of burning
hearts. ;
.In art there are, as in music, many notes in
the scale of love ;, but the motif is. the same. In'
one age the lover is the poet, reading impas
sioned verses to his sweetheart a Catullus rav
ing of his adored; in another, he is the ardent
serenader beneath his; lady's window, a Romeo .
courting beneath the moon, ' a Baolo stealing a
forbidden kissin another age he is the gay and
debonair knight,', waving farewell to ' his lady
as he goes to war; and again he is the soldier
holding yarn while Jus lady darns.
But in all ages, in. all art, the love story is :
the lame. Some lovers are diffident in life and -art,
and others, impetuous and bold.', v ,
The Huguenot lover leaving bis sweetheart
loveJ"no differently than the ill-fated Paolo; the
passion4 of ; Romeo, his yearning and pain,:no
diflerent,- perhaps, than the impatience of the
lover of early France beneath 'the eyes , of a
Of course, a gallant lover can make love
just as romantically while he drives in -an4 auto-
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mobile as a gay cavalier of the time of Louis
XVL who would cast ardent glances while
he held the yarn for his demure sweetheart,
who 'sat knitting under the, vigilant eyes, of
the parents. ', Buf bow" many nien nowadays
know the nice little tricks of the art as well
as the " glorious abandon to the tempest that
sweeps, stormlike, oyer the heart t-
Hpw many maids, reading their first love
romance, sigh disconsolately for such lovers
as the heroes depicted ther.e; how many fair
ones read breathlessly the dauntless demi
god of a lover who saves Flossie, the mill
girl, from being swept over the dam, or of
the noble Englishman who pours love ecata-
sies as burning as the summer into the sea
shell ears of - a tremulous Thelmal Oh, those
days when gay knights rode off to war bearing
the ribbons of their ladies!
Do men . m ake love " like ' that nowadays I
Does the young broker, taking Miss Sylvie out
for an auto spin, clasp her in his arms and tell
-her he would ride into the jaws of death for
.such love as hersf Does the gray-haired banker,
returning home at night, take his wife into his
arms and, kissing her, tell her that heaven lies
in her eyes! , v - '.,
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f If they don't, they ought. -From the time
she reads .the first dizzy, strophe of Byron the
average maid looks forward to, and lives for. the
day; when her Prince Charming shall step into,
her life. All her dreams, ; all her fancies weave
about this expected ideal. . -
-And when he comes!:. "I've got ? some
money saved, Adeune; -suppose, we tie upi
Isn't it of ten that way! Or if, after visiting
her formally a year or two he gets up courage
to move shyly toward her and takes her hand v
.doesn t she feel a humiliating shattering of ner
hopes ! Doesn't she ask herself .why. he doesn't,:'
like a man should, simply pick her up from the
floor and tfell her he'll cast her into, the briny
- sea if she won't ' be his, or something : of ' that
sort! . '
Every young woman has dreams of -being
asked to be some one's in the fervid language
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of a Lord Byron or in Borneo fashion. And
when it devolves into a 'meek, uncertain, com
monplace request, with the remark that he
knows where a nice house may he rented"
wouldn't it make any romantio maiden mad!
On the modern stage, modem lovera still
make love in the good old-fashioned way. The
love scene in a popular drama, pictuied here,
" done in true Western fashion, possesses all the
ardor of the romances of the days of the trou
badours. How women flock to see popular actors
play Romeo, and how many, sitting beside their
unresponsive, rather phlegmatic mates, feel a
surge of regret and irritation that hubby never
did it that way!
How many have gazed with delight upon
Rettigs famous painting of "Love and Art1
and thrilled at the story! Here is a woman
one of the first of the really modern women
who rivals men in her art, whose name has been
made, whose fame perhaps surpasses that of
her lover. But when he comes, treating her as
lovers did princesses in fairy tales, with un
speakable tenderness, with unbounded love
then what is fame, what is art! He sweeps all
before him, and love rises triumphant over art,
NOT A PASTORAL AGE
How many men today consider lovemaking
more important than their business ! But then,
you say, this is a prosaio age. How could men
love maidens as they did is the marvelous poems
of Schiller! "
In those days a pastoral people lived in a
romantio and beautiful country. Maidens were
wont to go flower gathering in the fields. And
the ardent swain, with bunches of flower,
would pursue her and falling on his knees pre
sent them, declaring his love. Wonder yon that
the skies sang above them and the birds caroled
of their faith! j
Yes, today many men .send flowers by the
boxes to their sweethearts. But how many
select just the blooms she admires ! How many
men there ire who, at Christmas, rush into a
store and order $10 ... worth of novels--leaving
the selection to Hhe tradesman for the maids
they intend to wed 1 ' - "
What tenderness is depicted in Millais
charming painting of the Huguenot lovers.
They are about to part troubles threaten them;
and the young .woman is endeavoring to save
him from the impending massacre. As he faces
her, what tenderness, what regret, what heart
iching in that glance 1
. That lover, surely, would, not order jewels
or flowers or books by the wholesale, s He'd
netod " his maiden one flower, one . symbolie
Jower, and he'd write a poem a poem palpitat
, ing with the love " beating in his heart to go
with it. . ' '
A CHARMING DELINEATION j
' One of the , most charming delineations of
young love is Vogler's painting, ""Thine is My
Heart." Who fails to see that-the lover has
just asked her. to be his to have and to hold; "
that he has poured into his beloved's ars the
"old, old story"! Her downcast eyes give no
reply, but her : hand her hknd resting unre
sistingly in his tells him thai her heart is hi
In the old days Cleopatra received Marj
Antony in a gilded barge, and the world hai,
sung of that romance. . Hundreds of years' be
fore Pericles began a war because of the love of.
a woman. One of the most wonderful of ro
mances is that of Romeo and Juliet. Who has .
not thrilled over - the balcony - scene, , and who
has not wept at a love ending so tragically! '
" Today, possibly, our romances are not staged ;
so. picturesquely. Our kings and-, queens no
' lomrer . sair the seas in Curnle and eolden sral-
, leons. jnignra no. longer go 10 war zor ineir
ladies , But. is not love just the same! - Our
. age may be commercial; we may lack the fire of
the troubadours. We may not sing beneath our
lady's window. . But does not the same passioa
burn as of old! Some men may court formally
and marry perfunctorily. But there are others
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. love - m the old, old n
change with time! Love, a poet says,
is the same "yesterday, today and forever." i
TbeV-aln who tell tia love can die:
WlthJlfe all -other passlona fly, . k
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Love la Indestructible,. 4 iA . .
Its holy flame forever burneth, ".
From heaves It came, to heaven 1 returoeUk
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