Judge — October 27, 1917 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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XUM PUSH HERE was once a talented young female who went through col- lege without ing it seri- ously, She did not realize that it was preparation for life, so the sexless spirit of co-education withheld its sacred touch from her. For several years after, she played at biology and bugs and big things, enjoying every moment, until she discovered that she was playing quite alone. Whereupon she considered A little black frock that reveals just a round white throat, and a dimpled white elbow, is an unobtrusive garment, that clashes with no other woman's, and tells no secrets of age; so she bought a large trunkful of simple sable raiment, fluffed her hair, and paid a long-deferred visit to a cousin who was a social light in a distant provincial city. When she arrived, everybody who was anybody was giving the annual series of three dinners each, which settled their social debts for the year; so cousin placed her on the wheel. At the first dinner, she said little to any man, smiled often at evi woman, and whispered to her hostess on leaving, “It was sweet of you, to let me share your charming hospitality!” The women all said, “She's a nice little thing”; and the hostess smiled, “And so appreciative!” At the next dinner, she was sent out with the rector, an earnest youth, with a lovely orotund voice. When he spoke mysteriously of his ‘‘call to minister to a shocking district. outside society's pale,” she looked at him with round adoring 's, and merely breathed, “How you understand life! [The Nice Little Thing A FABLE BALL ee When she left, the women re- ked in, “Such a nice litle thing,” and the rector mused tenderly, “And so womanly!” At the third dinner, though he had not taken her out, the congressman fer the district, attracted by her serious interest in a long story of how his seamanship had saved the ship of state, finished it to her alone. She flashed at him round admiring eyes, and mur- mured, “How you understand life!” The women chorused again, “A very nice little thing,” and the congressman, who was a widower, sighed thoughtfully, “And so womanl. Then the belle of the innermost circle, who was known in the metropol eliminated every dangerous element, and soothed the vanity of the harmless, by giving a carefully se- lected dinner to a captured Englishman with a title which she meant toacquire; and she placed the nice little thing on his left. It may have been the dimpled white elbow, so near his own, that attracted his attention; certainly there was no visible move, to any watchful eye; but the titled Englishman, who was yy, and not very clever, found himself talking enthusi- astically, with a sense of oratory and fine rhetoric, to the nice little thing with round absorbed eyes, who quavered, ‘‘ How you understand life!” It was with difficulty that he waited until the next day to offer her his title; but even the chagrined hostess acknowl- edged that she deserved it. THIS PROV that to be charming, a woman must be so well- educated that she is able to forget it. _—Marishka Von Fouke. comicbooks.com