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REFINEMENT KILL INDIVIDUALITY? THE
DIRECTOIRE GOWN THE MYSTERY OF THE SEX THE
CLOTHES OF FICTION THE BROAD A CHEWING GUM
WOMEN IN CONGRESS SHALL WOMEN PROPOSE? FROCKS
AND THE STAGE ALTRUISM SOCIAL CLEARING-HOUSE

DINNER-TABLE TALK NATURALIZATION ART OF
GOVERNING LOVE OF DISPLAY VALUE OF THE
COMMONPLACE THE BURDEN OF CHRISTMAS THE
RESPONSIBILITY OF WRITERS THE CAP AND GOWN A
TENDENCY OF THE AGE A LOCOED NOVELIST AS WE GO
OUR PRESIDENT THE NEWSPAPER-MADE MAN INTERESTING
GIRLS GIVE THE MEN A CHANCE THE ADVENT OF CANDOR
THE AMERICAN MAN THE ELECTRIC WAY CAN A HUSBAND
OPEN HIS WIFE'S LETTERS? A LEISURE CLASS WEATHER
AND CHARACTER BORN WITH AN "EGO" JUVENTUS MUNDI
A BEAUTIFUL OLD AGE THE ATTRACTION OF THE
REPULSIVE GIVING AS A LUXURY CLIMATE AND
HAPPINESS THE NEW FEMININE RESERVE REPOSE IN
ACTIVITY WOMEN--IDEAL AND REAL THE ART OF IDLENESS
IS THERE ANY CONVERSATION THE TALL GIRL THE
DEADLY DIARY THE WHISTLING GIRL BORN OLD AND RICH
THE "OLD SOLDIER" THE ISLAND OF BIMINI JUNE NINE
SHORT ESSAYS A NIGHT IN THE GARDEN OF THE TUILERIES
TRUTHFULNESS THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS LITERATURE
AND THE STAGE THE LIFE-SAVING AND LIFE PROLONGING
ART "H.H." IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA SIMPLICITY THE
ENGLISH VOLUNTEERS DURING THE LATE INVASION
NATHAN HALE FASHIONS IN LITERATURE THE AMERICAN
NEWSPAPER CERTAIN DIVERSITIES OF AMERICAN LIFE THE
PILGRIM, AND THE AMERICAN OF TODAY--[1892] SOME
CAUSES OF THE PREVAILING DISCONTENT THE EDUCATION
OF THE NEGRO THE INDETERMINATE SENTENCE LITERARY
COPYRIGHT THE RELATION OF LITERATURE TO LIFE
BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH BY THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY. THE
RELATION OF LITERATURE TO LIFE "EQUALITY" WHAT IS
YOUR CULTURE TO ME? MODERN FICTION THOUGHTS
SUGGESTED BY MR. FROUDE'S "PROGRESS" ENGLAND THE
NOVEL AND THE COMMON SCHOOL THE PEOPLE FOR
WHOM SHAKESPEARE WROTE

AS WE WERE SAYING
By Charles Dudley Warner

BACKLOG EDITION THE COMPLETE WRITINGS OF CHARLES
DUDLEY WARNER Copyright 1904

AS WE WERE SAYING

CONTENTS: (25 Short Studies)
ROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUM THE RED BONNET THE LOSS
IN CIVILIZATION SOCIAL SCREAMING DOES REFINEMENT
KILL INDIVIDUALITY? THE DIRECTOIRE GOWN THE
MYSTERY OF THE SEX THE CLOTHES OF FICTION THE
BROAD A CHEWING GUM WOMEN IN CONGRESS SHALL
WOMEN PROPOSE? FROCKS AND THE STAGE ALTRUISM
SOCIAL CLEARING-HOUSE DINNER-TABLE TALK
NATURALIZATION ART OF GOVERNING LOVE OF DISPLAY
VALUE OF THE COMMONPLACE THE BURDEN OF
CHRISTMAS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WRITERS THE CAP
AND GOWN A TENDENCY OF THE AGE A LOCOED NOVELIST

ROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUM
The Drawer will still bet on the rose. This is not a wager, but only a
strong expression of opinion. The rose will win. It does not look so
now. To all appearances, this is the age of the chrysanthemum. What
this gaudy flower will be, daily expanding and varying to suit the whim
of fashion, no one can tell. It may be made to bloom like the cabbage; it
may spread out like an umbrella--it can never be large enough nor
showy enough to suit us. Undeniably it is very effective, especially in
masses of gorgeous color. In its innumerable shades and enlarging
proportions, it is a triumph of the gardener. It is a rival to the analine
dyes and to the marabout feathers. It goes along with all the conceits
and fantastic unrest of the decorative art. Indeed, but for the discovery
of the capacities of the chrysanthemum, modern life would have
experienced a fatal hitch in its development. It helps out our age of
plush with a flame of color. There is nothing shamefaced or retiring
about it, and it already takes all provinces for its own. One would be
only half-married--civilly, and not fashionably--without a

chrysanthemum wedding; and it lights the way to the tomb. The maiden
wears a bunch of it in her corsage in token of her blooming
expectations, and the young man flaunts it on his coat lapel in an effort
to be at once effective and in the mode. Young love that used to express
its timid desire with the violet, or, in its ardor, with the carnation, now
seeks to bring its emotions to light by the help of the chrysanthemum.
And it can express every shade of feeling, from the rich yellow of
prosperous wooing to the brick-colored weariness of life that is hardly
distinguishable from the liver complaint. It is a little stringy for a
boutonniere, but it fills the modern-trained eye as no other flower can
fill it. We used to say that a girl was as sweet as a rose; we have
forgotten that language. We used to call those tender additions to
society, on the eve of their event into that world which is always so
eager to receive fresh young life, "rose-buds"; we say now simply
"buds," but we mean chrysanthemum buds. They are as beautiful as
ever; they excite the same exquisite interest; perhaps in their maiden
hearts they