Judge — May 26, 1900 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HIS IDEAL, MY IDEAL maid is a maid of moods— My moods, of course, I mean. I sometimes love a country lass, And then again a queen. My ideal wife I know not of — In fact, I scarce can tell. She must be all my heart requires And suit my fancy well, She must be tall, she must be sweet, And, truth to tell, most fair, With sunlight in her glorious smile As well as in her hair. She must be chic and dashing, too, And drive her trap with vim ; At table she must serve with grace, And be quite in the swim. A goodly fellow she must be, Whom I can trust most true ; And then I only ask in life A comrade when I'm blue. She mustn't be too tall nor short, Not very fat nor lean; Yet sylph-like she must always be And with a stately mien. T could not love a haughty lass, With arrogance and pride, Whose only thought was of herself And no one else beside. ‘She mustn't think that in this world Of wickedness and sin All the angels were sent out And she the one left in. A winning way, a modest grace, Pure as the morning breeze. The world gives much to womankind ; T only ask for these. Her robes might grace a haughty queen Bedecked in golden crown ; But the girl I love must wear with ease Even a muslin gown. La 7 She must indulge my slightest whim, Nor bachelor’s freedom blight ; A smile must greet me at the door, However late at night. It isn’t much for which I ask— In fact, I think it small; And last, but most, she mustn't firt— 7 must be all in all. PANRAYA And thus unto the public press STAt Aw6, T lay my longings bare. Will some one tell me where to find A being quite so rare? JEAN MOOrER PAGE. comicbooks.com