Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-02-23
THE BACHELOR GIRL.
TELLS A FEW PLAIN TRUTHS
ABOUT HERSELF.
yhy she Works for . Living-It isn't
because She Likes to DO It nor to
satisfy the Longings Of an Artistic
Soul. q

She was the sweetest thing In the
world and she knew 1t, says the New
| York Evening World. To this very
| satisfactory state Of affairs she en-
| ieayored to bring a pleasing personals
lty, which, according to her lights.
simply meant to gush all over every
one. This combination is to be re-
sisted only by those who are vulgarly
strong-minded. Now, the Bachelor
Girl was strongminded when that in
definite something had a marketable
value. At other times she didn't care
4 fg II she was weak or strong minded.
or If, indeed, she had any mind at all.
| This is a state of mind brought about
by an industrial system condemned by
! sociologists. When the Sweetest
Thing in the World saw the Bachelor
Girl she charged on her with all the
frills Of her elaborate gown set az
prettily as the sails OF a ship at sea-
| The big fluffy feathers Of her hat nod
del In a friendly fashion as she gushed
forth Immediately after the introduce
| tion. "Oh, you dear, clever thing!
I've heard so much about you. and I
think you are just too strong and
brave and noble and all that sort OF
thing, don't you know. Do tell me,
there's a dear, how you happened to
become a bachelor girl?"
"Well. 1 was born that way-at least
I grew into one" explained the Bach
elor Girl. "Of course. How stupid OF
me! And you've come to this great
metropolis all by yourself? Oh, / Just
think you're splendid" And the
Sweetest Thing beamed with enthusi-
asm into the Bachelor Girls eyes,.
Lots of girls come here alone"
humbly offered the Bachelor Girl in ex-
tenuation.
Yes, but they're not like you. They
work In dirty old factories and sell
things in shops, or some such thing.
You paint beautifully; every one says
| So"
mot so well as you do, I think"
And the Bachelor Girls critical eyes
measured the exact shade Of rose on
her tormentor's cheek.
"Oh, I'm sure you do" protested the
fiattered n And you've a cunning
little studio way up in the top Of some
tall building. where you live with your
high ideals and give free rein to your
aesthetic ideas and have too lovely a
time for anything. Do tell me how
you happened to come here and leave
all the Injuries Of a happy home. II
was just ambition. and the desire of an
artistic soul, wasn't it?"
The Bachelor Girl was tired and she
flared angrily. She didn't like Sweet
Things very well, anyway, for she was
plain herself. NO. it wasn't" she re-
torted in self-defense. 81 came here
TO get rid of the squabbles at home and
to rest my eyes from the never-ending
view OF smashed crockery thrown at
my father by my mothers unerring
hfnd. / was tired, too, of having a
tribe OF young brothers and sisters
ransacking my most precious belong
ings. and OF making over gowns and
bonnets for three successive seasons.
l came"-the Bachelor Girl resolved
to free her mind for once-"I came be-
cause I was tired of the never-ending
quarrels at home, Of angry words and
~unprovoked seedlings. / was afraid II
! didn't get into the way OF making my
W living that / might be tempted to
marry some man to make a living for
me. and be as unhappy as my mother
and all of the other women whom I
know. II was not to liberate aesthetic
ideas-I haven't any: nor to satisfy
the longings OF an artistic soul. I pre-
fer broiling a steak any day. but you
see / must arm the money to buy the
steak and the other things, II my vic
tory Of peace Is to remain a victory
Gracious" said the Sweetest Thing.