The reflections of a TBM.; . reshing and colorfulas that of her daughter. Dickey has been her companion and op-ponent at golf since he was twelve, with the The Modern Mother 21 result that his handicap was lower than anyboy of his age. Mary-Bird played the piano, albeit herrepertoire consisted of rag-time music youcould not forget and verses you should notremember; the Shrimp roared out the Sun-day hymns as if he were sitting in the cheer-ing section of a Harvard and Yale footballgame and victory depended upon vocalstrength. We played bridge together, andthe speakers at the womans club meeting
The reflections of a TBM.; . reshing and colorfulas that of her daughter. Dickey has been her companion and op-ponent at golf since he was twelve, with the The Modern Mother 21 result that his handicap was lower than anyboy of his age. Mary-Bird played the piano, albeit herrepertoire consisted of rag-time music youcould not forget and verses you should notremember; the Shrimp roared out the Sun-day hymns as if he were sitting in the cheer-ing section of a Harvard and Yale footballgame and victory depended upon vocalstrength. We played bridge together, andthe speakers at the womans club meetings,usually coming to us afterwards for dinner,gave us a glimpse of the outer world and adesire for knowledge which acted as a spurto every member of the family. Yes, perhaps Aunt Betsy was right afterall in a way. There are mothers and moth-ers, and the modern mother is perhaps dif-ferent from Eve in certain aspects, but theyare after and above all just mothers, and thefinest thing on earth, God bless them! THE LADY NEXT DOOR. THE LADY NEXT DOOR I DO not know the Lady Next Door; neitherdoes my wife. One rarely ever knows theLady Next Door in the city, and in thecountry, as there are no next doors, there areno females of this species. Instead there areneighbors, and this sizes up fairly accuratelythe difference between town and countrylife; or, at least, that is the way my wifegauges it. I am merely a T. B .M., and inmatters social I am scarcely more than whatis known in stage circles as first walkinggentleman. In the coimtry there is a quality of loy-alty either to the town or to the people, if weexcept our relatives (of whom at times theless said the better), which excuses much,but overlooks nothing; whereas in the cityno excuse is adequate and yet much is over-looked, and among other people who are 26 The Reflections of a T. B. M. overlooked are those numerous ladies wholive next door to us and to our friends. Andwhen I say overlooked, I speak with a dualmeaning. I have often
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