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about to get sentimental, but he thinks
better of it and decides to wait until
ne can look your papa up in Brad
street.
The Wednesday night beau is the
candy and violets and theater beau.
Life wouldn't be worth living without
him, and sometimes its pretty hard to
live with him, but he is generally more
interested in a girls appetite than he
is In her heart. He's generous and
whole souled and jolly, and he adores
making women happy, and giving
them a good time, but he has no deep
designs on your heart You never find
sentimental notes hidden in his roses
or candy, or have him whisper impas-
stoned words of love over a lobster.
He loves the sex as a sex, but not as
individuals. If he could marry a
hundred wives he would be a marrying
man, but as he can't he is rather apt
not to marry at all, so when the We'd
nesday night beau hobs UP with his
invitation to do something amusing
and entertaining, wise girl takes his
attent&ls at their face value and saves
her heart for somebody else.
The Thursday night beau is what
may be called. for want of a better
term, the rusher, and his attentions are
equivalent to a certificate of acknowl-
edged belledom. There are certain men
who never pay a girl any attention I'M
til they have to fight their way to her
theater chair, and who would not dance
with her 70 save her life until she is
so besieged with partners that she has
to cut every dance into homeopathic
particles. Once let that happen, how
ever, let her arrive. let her be cele-
brated for beauty or wit. or grace or
money, and they camp in her parlor,
and are hot on her trail from morning
to night. The Thursday night beau be-
longs to this class of sheep. He is fire.
quently very fascinating, and always
dangerously flattering, for he has in
turn, passed upon succeeding genera
tions of debutantes, and he doesn't hes
itate to intimate that you are the queen
CT all the rosebud garden of girls. He
is an adept at making love, at breath
ing VOWS that just stop short of a pro-
posal, at whispering words that might
mean anything and mean nothing, and
if Mama knows her business she takes
her knitting and stakes out her claim
in the back parlor on Thursday even
ings.
The Friday and Saturday night beau
are the universal beaux, the sort of
young men to whom a peach, whether
it is on the top of a tree, or in a basket
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over it, a simple peach is, and nothing
more, and who may be trusted to make
love to every woman under seventy
that they meet. They do this not be-
cause they are in earnest. but because
they are under the impression that you
have to make love to a woman, like you
have to shake q, rattle before baby,
to keep it quiet. Also their converse
tional repertoires are limited, and
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spend the evening, or you sit out a
dance with them under the palms in
the conservatory, they are safe to MUIR
muir the same passionate things about
life being a bowling desert without you,
and you, putting your little hands in
theirs, etc, and it always seems to me
that no woman who wasn't a mean,
graSping creature, would take a man
up on such a proposition, unless he
came and repeated it the next morning
at eleven o'clock in the bald light of
day.
How different from these is the Sum
day night beau, and how he shines by
contrast! Perhaps he began by being
Monday night beau, or even frivo-
lous Thursday nighter, but he has grad
ually worked up to Sunday night, and
even a blind woman can see what is
coming. At last the climax has ar
rived. You have spent nice, quiet,
calm, uplifting hour in the back par
lor, with the red shaded lamp throwing
its benediction over your complexion,
and you have talked of soulful things
and worked up to the crucial point and
he asks you if you won't sing some
thing and you go over to the plano.
Thank Heaven. that on Sunday coon
songs and rag time are barred, and so
you idly turn over the music until you
find "Blest be the Tie That Binds" and
you sing verse and break down and
he clears his throat and
And yet the law says that the Sun
day night courtship isn't valid
Dorothy Dix.