'Woman-handled'
Arthur Stringer
The Saturday Evening Post, volume 197, issue 44
May 2, 1925
A critic writes: "In your New Year's Day post you urged readers to start off 2024 with Arthur Stringer. It's now fall and you haven't reviewed any book by Stringer. Have you even read one?"
I haven't, but smarting from the comment I've since tackled this short story. I'd always meant to read "Woman-handled" because of "Manhandled," a longer Stringer story that appeared in the Post the previous year (11 March - 29 March, 1924). It was brought to the screen by Paramount. Gloria Swanson played the lead.
A critic writes: "In your New Year's Day post you urged readers to start off 2024 with Arthur Stringer. It's now fall and you haven't reviewed any book by Stringer. Have you even read one?"
I haven't, but smarting from the comment I've since tackled this short story. I'd always meant to read "Woman-handled" because of "Manhandled," a longer Stringer story that appeared in the Post the previous year (11 March - 29 March, 1924). It was brought to the screen by Paramount. Gloria Swanson played the lead.
The James H. Crank illustration the Saturday Evening Post chose to introduce "Woman-handled" is an odd in that it depicts the climax.
The opening scene is urban. It's set in New York's Waldorf Astoria, where novelist Baran Bowerman, author of The Passionate Year, has just concluded the third of three talks to various ladies social groups. Amongst the rapt-eyed, fawning female readers he encounters sporty young horsewoman Glerna van Gelder, who ribs him for accepting these sorts of engagements with their pink carnations, hothouse violets, and macaroons.
"Why you're eating it up!" she says. "You love it! And if I don’t get out of the way of this adoring army they're
going to trample me down.”
Baran Bowerman is drawn to Glerna van Gelder. The attraction has nothing to do with alliteration, rather that she is so different than the delicate women who typically attend his talks. Later, whilst walking down Fifth Avenue, Glerna's ribbing turns to mockery:
Baran Bowerman is drawn to Glerna van Gelder. The attraction has nothing to do with alliteration, rather that she is so different than the delicate women who typically attend his talks. Later, whilst walking down Fifth Avenue, Glerna's ribbing turns to mockery:
"You’re smothered in women... You're drowned in them. You’re like that Duke of Clarence who tumbled right into his vat of wine. You're so tangled up with petticoats you can’t breathe.”She later warns Baran that he's being "effeminized without knowing it."
The handsome young author laughed, but his laugh was a defensive one. “Oh, I can still breathe,’’ he protested, with barricading lightness. ‘‘And there’s always safety, remember, in numbers.”
“Is there?” asked the solemn-eyed girl at his side. “Isn’t there danger of getting your soul clogged up with talcum powder?”
“I can’t see that it’s left any knock in the engine,” averred the pink-cheeked author. "I still have my two- hour work-out with my trainer every day.”
“I know stout ladies who do the same.”
From this point on Stringer's story becomes rather silly. The next morning there's an encounter in Central Park, in which Baran seeks to demonstrate his non-existent equestrian skills, which leads to fisticuffs and a runaway horse. The novelist next makes for the west in order to toughen himself up. My interest was piqued in that it was the Canadian west, not the American.
My critic knows that I've now invested nearly fifty-five minutes in viewing Womanhandled, the Hollywood adaptation of "Woman-handled," the subject of next week's post.
My critic knows that I've now invested nearly fifty-five minutes in viewing Womanhandled, the Hollywood adaptation of "Woman-handled," the subject of next week's post.
