When a writer of genial philosophy is surrounded by a genial family is the inference to be drawn that his -attitude toward life has created the harmonious expression or has his happy family made his optimistic philosophy? Such queries could' not but arise when meeting Mrs. Frank Crane, the humorous, kindly wife of the "'sugar-pellet philosopher," as Dr. Crane has been dubbed, and Mrs, Daphne Drake, his doughter. Are they the cause or the effect of the pithy little paragraphs which furnish intellectual and spiritual pabulum to so many thousands of readers all over the United States?
In the interests of the Woman's Page a representative of the "N.-C.D.N.'"" sought out Mrs. Crane and her daughter, who were staying at the Astor House prior to their departure for America, After the usual 'How.do you like Shanghai?' and commiserations upon the weather the next questions normally is "And what are you doing in your clubs in America?" We cannot give the statistical answer awaited because Mrs. Crane astonished us by saying she was in no sense of the word a club woman. We took her word for it, but at the same moment we want you to know that she is precisely the sort of person referred to as the typical American Club Woman—a magnetic presence, clever conversationalist, with executive ability tactfully backgrounded.
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