The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1905-02-25


credited with the following:
A half educated woman that can al
most think is commonly called a clever
woman.
No woman ever gets beyond clever
ness in this day.
A clever woman is beyond happiness,
because she understands too much, and
without satisfaction, because she can
not understand enough.
A good woman: One who can en-
broider spots on linen.
The ideal woman: A pretty fool.
The kind you marry: A good woman.
The kind that marries you: The kind
you married.
The girls at the club were telling a
line of bedroom stories. The Bryn Mawr
graduate had told that horribly old
why, certainly" one. All the young
things had laughed at it, and the older
ones didn't dare give their age away
by recognizing it. Then Polly started
right in. Polly is the real prim girl of
the bunch.
1T didn't happen at Lakewood" said
she, but it was that sort of place. My
aunt and I were there and it is one of
those oldish-fashioned hotels where
Room 300 on the third floor was just
like 200 below it on the second or 400
above it on the fourth floor We had
changed to the hotel from a boarding
house because of a man. I had not
encouraged him, and-well, anyhow, we
The first night we went down to dinner
there was the man. I simply did not
see him, the horrid thing. Well, auntie
and I made a call that even
broidery bag, SO ran back
for it. The folks were right in the hotel
and I was detained. The elevator was
stopped when I started back, and had
to walk. Luckily I knew just where
the room was. Auntie had left my
room door opened, the light turned low
and her door ajar. I hoped awfully she
was asleep, and I didn't turn up my
light for fear it would shine through
the crack in her door and awaken her.
I let down my hair and took my lace
collar off, and was unbuttoning my belt
when I heard a noise. I looked around,
and my goodness"
Polly sat up rigid at the mere recol-
lection. and all the others showed signs
of fresh interest.
Goodness, there right in the doorway
to auntie's room stood the mani"
He was sort of dressed Polly went
on, but he looked in a way thrown on.
I turned and glared at him. First he
stared at me. and then he began to
smile. I just gripped the hair brush
and spoke at him under my breath.
How dare you be here?' I said. Leave
the room at once OF I shall call my
aunt / can tell you he looked aston
ished viii you allow me to- he be-
gan, but I pointed the hair brush at
Then he began to side to it,
Eleanor took pillow out OF her
mouth.
You goose!" she shouted, ''send him
out of your room that time of night by
the door,
.'Wen, I couldn't keep him there"
Polly protested. '.At any rate. the hair
brush must have scared him. He scut-
tied to the door. mumb1ing fool apology
things all, the time. At the door he
paused, and I Kissed, like you read
about: DO not dare delay; leave at
once!' He ducked. 7 will he within
pered, If you insist, but can't go back
in the other room and get my pa
jamas?'''
MY aunt. my. dear, was not there.
had gone up a flight too far and / was
in his room"
And did he let you out?" inquired
Eleanor, but she is going to be asked to
resign-she always asks such awful
questions, and Polly got mad and would
not fnish.-Calara Belle in the Cincin-
natl Enquirer.