The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-09-19
Man About To,un

As the Man About Town was making
his daily route through the busy
streets Of bustling Grand Forks, he
became engaged in conversation with
pretty young lass and the conversa-
ton drifted to the subject of brains
and their relation to the feminine
world, as near us the man remembers,
she said this:
when YOU come to reason it out. as l
see you are excellent at forming pro-
per deductions, that physically We
must be the superior Of man, for what
man could stand the exposure of such
vast portions of his anatomy as we?
Take, for instance. these chilly nights;
scan the scanty clothing of the aver
age woman. peck-a-boo waists, no hats.
as a rule; in fact. just simply cover
ing in gauze. SO to speak. Third
street is crowded with thusly dressed
women. Do you see them shiver?
Nein!
But the men! What a difference!
They draw their heavy coats together
and complain of the chill night air.
Have YOU ever witnessed woman
with a babe in arms, one at each side
of skirt, likely basket, satchel or
parcel of some kind. board train car?
| have. And, talk of your balancing,
juggling stunts in our local vauie-
Vile house-why, they are not in it
with some women! saw one with the
number Of small humanity afore-
mentioned. She juggled the 6-month-
old one left arm, had 2-year-old by
right hand and a 3-year-old had a
death grip on her left rear breadth of
skirt. She is some manner had man.
aged to thrust nursing bottle in the
kidlet's mouth and kept it there by the
law of suction on one end and the
pressure of her bose mon the other.
by a dextrous jerk of her head she
kept her hat balanced. and in step
ping on board of the car she gave
another dextrous twist of her body
which Tipped her skirts from off her
feet. stood on the steps of the car long
enough for the No. and No. 3 to
grasp her skirts monkey fashion, and
behold! Mother, babe, kids, bottle,
skirts, hat and bundle besides all
were seated before one could scarcely
say Read the Evening Times. And
there sat beside this bunch of hum
anity and wondered If my hat was on
straight! But you see l never had
been called on to do this Juggling act
/ assure you could have done so had
l been thus placed. ! could not help
but feel that this was an example
of what we women can do at pinch
1t was truly a cOnglOmeration of
hearts and brains-and these usually
come to mutual agreement.
You say mans cunning is as nothing
to woman's intuition. Right you are!
Why, can tell in minute when
But am not going to be too personal.
l can only say We can tell by the tiny
clearing OF the throat, the effort to talk
and look natural, the endeavor to be
too affectionate. is but the result of
being kept at the Office by most pres
sing business; and so long as you
know he was not at the Office, but at
a harmless little stag dinner, you say
nothing and take the affectionate DEM
onstartions-with grain of salt-and
casually mention love of bonnet
you would learly love to have, but you
would not think of asking for one like
it, as it, was really more than you in
tended paying for bonnet this fall.
But you got it, ladies, didn't you-eh
A pure matter of quality of brains
And the man was overjoyed to be let
of so neatly.
OF course, all women do not have the
same quality of brains. Some are SIM
ply cold marble statuary; they never
step down from their pedestal, AMI
the man who passes as her lord is US
ually the man who runs on with his
typewriter. You see, he was sure OF
his prey, he had reached the goal; and
she-she had not the brains to keep
him guessing, as a wife of brains OF
the proper quality will. A wife of
brains will be spring, summer autumn
or winter all in day.
. And the men? Well, We have made
them just as we want them; they
would not have us change, and VIC
would be disappointed would they"