South Bend News-Times, Volume 32, Number 155, South Bend, St. Joseph County, 4 June 1915 — Page 19

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"Here is the philosophy of it all. If you marry a 'poor' man you are the whole thing in his life when the day's work is over he comes home to you; he has nothing else to share his time, his affections and his amusement with him. But if you marry a millionaire you are only one T

toy among his many playthings yacht, his automobile, his club, ray friends." "P tEGGY" HOPKINS. JR., has como to New York to earn her own living. If you don't know who Peggy Hopkins, Jr., is, turn to the Washington, D. C, social register. She Is down there as "Mrs. Sherburne G. Hopkins, Jr." And If you seem unable to place Papa Hopkins, at first thought, consult the recent history of Mexico. He 13 he wellknown Washington lawyer, and more than lawyer. He represents more moneyed interests In Mexico tnan any other man ever represented anywhere. It has even been eahi that he helped start the Constitutionalists in their uprising. That may bo talk but Papa Hopkins has millions and great social prestige. Two months ago "Peggy Hopkins" was riding about Washington In one of her many motor cars, with her own liveried chauffeur and her own precious toy spaniel or her pedigreed Pomeranian in her lap. She is now living in New York in a furnished room. Peggy Hopkins will not be twenty-two years old until next month, but she has been a v?ry busy little woman during the past five years of her life. If you doubt it, please to remember that she has been tho wifo of two millionaires. In fact, she's the wife of one now, young Hopkins, but she hopes the courts will give herjier freedom. Just now she has a message" to "Kverygirl." It is a short message, and she says she has every right to give it out. It is: "Girls, don't ever marry a millionaire. Millionaires make the very worst husbands. They consider their wives only as a minor sort of Incident in their lives. You can never bo happy as the wife of a millionaire. Why, even Cupid hates a millionaire." Peggy Hopkins is slight, decidedly blond, with blue-gray eyes, a sad smile and charming features. Five years ago she was seventeen-year-old Marguerite Upton, a school girl in Norfolk, Va., with her golden hair hanging down her back. Along came Everett Archer, of Denver, Col. He wa3 Millionaire No. 1. They eloped to Pel Air, Md.. and were married. They lived together six months! Then along camo Sherburne Hopkins, Jr. Ho had already had one matrimonial experience, having married Miss Margaret Maury, of Paltimore, In 1909. This was said to have been a "Joke" marriage, bat the joke part was never explained. The marriage was annulled. Marguerite Upton Archer was then nineteen. She thought she could be happy with young Hopkins's millions and eloped with him. Two months ago she ran away from her costly Washington home and came to New York. Millionaires, according to "Peggy Hopkins." may ho interesting from a distance, but as husbands her experience has taught her they are a decided frost. "If I could get all the marriageable girls In the world before me," aid Mrs. Hopkins, "within sound of my voice, and could say but one tiling to them, that one thing would be, 'Girls, never, never, never marry a millionaire, because to him his wife is but a minor incident in his life, while to an honest poor man his wife is all the world.' "It sounds horrible, doesn't it? I am 6ure that thousands of girls who read this will laugh and say, 'Just let a millionaire come my way and watch me grab him!' 1 know that's Just what he average girl will say. How do I know? Because ! said the same thing myself. I grabbed two of Viem and dropped them! I know a iot of people preach a lot of things they know fiothlng about, but I do know what I am diking about. When I advise every ?irl

r 0 you are in competition with his horses, his hunting and never to marry a millionaire I have a right to give that advice, because I married two of 'cm. "Here is the philosophy of it all. If you marry a 'poor' man you are the whole thing in his life when the day's work is over he comes home to you; he has nothing else to share his time, his affections and his amusements with. But if you marry a millionaire you are only one toy among his many playthings you are in competition with his yacht, hia automobile, his club, his horses, his hunting and his gay friends. "They say lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place, but this millionaire lightning struck me twice. I thought that my first unhappy experience as the wife of a rich man was only an accident, but when my second experience proved equally unhappy, I began to analyze things. "Cupid hates a millionaire. I know that Isn't original. But there isn't much that is original these days. I am sure that ninetenths of the girls' who have married for money are unhappy. Whoever said that Cupid hated a millionaire didn't go far enough. Cupid seems to hate the wife of a millionaire more than anything else! Because I am young I will not be twenty-two until next month I suppose some will think I don't know wnat I am talking about, and I can almost hear others say, 'Oh, Peggy Hopkins is talking nonsense.' But if the girls who say these unkind things will only stop a minute and think, I am sure they will realize my situation better. Do you think a young woman would give up high social position and her own beautiful motor cars and a beautiful home, and all the gowns and Jewels money can buy to work for a living unless she was really and truly unhappy as the wife of a millionaire? "That is exactly what I have done. I have left a handsome husband he has gone down Into Central America now, to avoid heartbreaking scenes I have left a very high social position in Washington, left my motor cars, my beautiful pedigreed dogs, my wonderful riding horses, my exquisite gowns and Jewels, and come here, a stranger to New York, simply because, as the wife of a millionaire, my heart was breaking and I determined to be independent. "Perhaps girls will go on marrying rich men just because they are rich, but It seems to me they will become wiser in the next generation and realize, before it is too late, that they want a husband, an honest, faithful, loving man, for a mate, not a money-spoiled clubman, whose wealth and early environment has given him an entirely wrong idea of women. Don't say, 'Why shouldn't I marry a rich man? He can give me everything I want.' That isn't true. "Let me tell you. little girl, whoever you may be, if you are thinking of marrying a millionaire i! you have one tagging at your heels (and how they can hang on!) don't marry him. Millionaires are not cut out for husbands in the true sense of the word. They think they fall in love with you, but it isn't long before they get back to their old habits. These habits are too strong for them to break, even for the sake of a trusting girl. They go back to their clubs and their theatre friends and their sports and neglect their wives. "To a millionaire a woman i3, as Kipling said, only a woman. She is a small incident in his life. After they have married you and the honeymoon has waned, they neglect you. They expect you to remain tied down, to look neither to the right nor .the left, while their liberties

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must be unrestrained. Millionaire husbands seem to say, 'Wife? Oh, yes, to be sure, I can go home to her any time. Let's go have a jolly little lark first.' "But the sincere, honest, poor man, the man who is earning his living by means of his brains, appreciates a good wife, ho is proud of her, he is working for her, ard if a woman is a good woman, a womanly, sensible woman, she will be pioud 01 such a husband, she will realize hib value. The ricii man goes where he pleases, when he pleases, and when he has nowhere else o go he may run home a while and let his wife smile" on him and pot him and entertain him. But the honest, intelligent man who earns his living finds his wile is all

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other millionaires, and would finally go the world to him. H-? is proud to go home back to hi3 old picasure3, but I thought I to her every night from his office, and he CQUld be contented wIth him because of is glad to be able to provide for her. And Ms money His father was the great lawthe woman, whether she was herself rich CaDtain Hopkins, who represents tho

or poor, always appreciates this. She learns what a real, seit-sacrilicmg man is, anu her love tcws Zor him. She knows tha't she is not a mere incident in his life, but his v, hole life. "When I mar: : :. ain oh, I shall prcbibly marry agi.in one time after I get my divorce I shall be very careful not tc marry a millionaire. First I shall want a manlv man who has -von a comfortable position through his own brains and in .elligmce. Then I shall be proud or him because the self-supporting man does not

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marry a girl to secure a plaything, he marries because he loves her. The millionaire sees a girl he fancies, he fellows her and pesters her and finally finds that to win her he must marry her. "Really, my first marriage was scarcely my fault. I was living at my homj in Norfolk, Va. I am a Southern girl, and very proud of it. I was in High School, with my golden hair hanging in a braid when I met Everett Archer, of Denver, Col. He was twenty-five years old, tall, dark-haired and handsome. He was also extremely wealthy. He had an immense fortune invested in oil holdings. "A seventeen-year-old girl is full of romance, but dreadfully shy on common sense. I know I was not to be blamed at that time. Mr. Archer fell in love with me and begged me to marry him. I had a comfortable home and everything I wanted, but our people were not millionaire:!. He told me how happy I would be as his wife, how I would be my own mistress and have my own household, and so I eloped and married him. "Why, we lived together only six months when I left him and went back home to my mother. It was the same old story. I was only a small part of his life. "Oh, dear, that's all dead and past now. I only speak of it to prove that I know what I am talking about. I really didn't want to see another man. I hated them all. But while I was visiting In Washington I met Sherburne G. Hopkins, Jr. Ho v;as about twenty-five and a handsome man, a tall blond with soulful blue eyes. I wish you could know how that man followed mo about I went to Chicago to visit rels.Ive3 and he followed me there. I went to see friends in Kentucky, and he followed me there. I should have known better I should have known that he was like all Constitutionalists in Mexico. It has hern caid his father was largely responsible for many of the political changes in that awful country. At any rate Sherry I called my husband Sherry had millions and I believed I could be happy with the social position in Washington and the things his money could buy. "For a year we lived together quite happy at least he was happy and I was fairly contented. I told him very frankly I didn't love him madiy, but was marry- - lug him because he could provide so well for me. He understood it all and told mo I wc'M learn to love him because I was

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sf"' Mrs. Sherburne Hopkinr, Jr., From a so sensible. But things began to go from bad to worse. "Do ycu know, he wouldn't provide l heme for me by myself. No, he took h lionie to his mother, and there I had tc stay. She watched ovrr r;i evrry minute and wo were so unhappy. I never realized how much bitter truth there was behinc all those old mother-in-law jokes. Ch. girls if the man you marry cannot give you 2 home by yourself, never marry Mm. He put me then- and had his mother watch me like a prisoner, while he could h.o hero and there at all times of day and night and it was all right. That might have been nil right in the dark ages or in the Orient, v. here standards are not what they are hen1, but we are becoming too intelligent to stand for that sort of thing for tho hu.-band to say, There, you stick around the home, mother will watch you, you cannot bo trusted. can ro anywhere, meet any one, do anything and come home and ycu can ask nc questions.' "Is it any wonder I left all my wealth and social position and tame here to Ne Vork to earn my own living and be independent? Is it any wonder I warn all girls to beware of millionaires? Is it any wonder I declare that a millionaire makes the poore.-t possible sort of a husband? "So I told Sherry I was going to run down to Norfolk and sc-e mother, and I racked up Just a fjv tilings and ran away to Ne.v York. Then I wrote him and toll him I was never going back to him. 1 toli him I couldn't because I didn't love him, and I wanted happiness and independence, and ail his money couldrjt buy me that. 1 suppose there's a lot cf excitement in Washington ?ccial circles just now because I have given up so much and run away. "And meanwhile I am goin? to try to become a great actress. 1 shall study hard and stick to the stage until I become a success. I must be indf p--nde-nt, simply must. I ran away this time with nothing at all. I did: even tell mama. I didn't take a picture of my hu.-hand, or a tiling except barfly enough to vaar. I am sure I am hap pi'.-r already than ever I v;as v, itu cither of my millionaire husbands. "If you want to marry, pick out an honest msn who is si-lf-suppc'ting; that means that he has brains. Vou wtli bo everything to him. And, above all. do not run heedlessly aftr tho lur4 of a millionaire's gold for it loses its gUttf-r. and you wili soon be no more to i..m .:a golf sticks perhaps no: as mucu. "If ever I s-jf another millionaire coma my way, I will dodge him and run!"