The Washington herald., 1907-05-05
WOMAN ABOUT TOWN
Heard in Washington.

Jane was so charming Mr. Wister
Was quite unable o. resist her.
She scned him. Straight, his heart dismissed her
And Sir. VT kr ST.
Don't talk to me about women going
/ into professions" says "a man / know.
I'm against H. It sp0ils them. 1t makes
them hard as nails. II robs them OF heart.
/ There was T. laid up in hospital along
| about Christmas time, and lad a nurse.
trained nurse; one Of these striped
gingham. ut-of-the-starch-tub Flor
/ enCe Nightngales. She had me down.
and. naturally. / looked up TO her. took
/ to her from the first. She took an inter
est in me; I could see that. I wasn't Just
/ No r to her / was a suffering man.
and her heart went out to me She used
! 10 read TO me- and once / got her to sing
10 me and I got as much attached to her
as If we'd been shipwrecked on a desert
island together I felt awfully sorry for
/ her. There she was. wearing her sweet
young life out waiting on a lot Of people
who didn't even try to appreciate her
used to hear the man in the next room
] AlisaA4AE az lANA III a way k1AlAA stAltA
/ was drawn 20 her more and more, and
could see she wasn't fitted for a hos
pital life. She was too sensitive, Just
the day before / came away / thought
I'd tell her a IttIe about how I felt
wasn't exactly in love with her. you
/ understand. but 1 was headed that way
so much that all 1 needed was a little
shove or two from her 70 set me going
Well, we talked a while, and I thanked
her for the interest she'd taken in me.
60 You're not going to forget me, are
you? I asked, just as a sort Of opener
She blushed.
How could % she murmurcd
I sat bolt upright and got ready to
proceed along that line
I'll always remember you she said.
'You-you won't mind my asking you
something. will you? It's just little
souvenir, but
The half Of my kingdom, I said.
was going 20 say she could have IL all,
and me, too. I'm glad now I didn't.
Oh. no.. she said not so much as
that. It's the first case of the kind I've
had. You won't mind n I keep your ap-
pendiX 10 remember you by, will you?
I've got it in alcohol
That's what a profession does for a
woman. She's got my appendix, and she's
welcome TO it, She'll never get her hooks
on my heart again. though-nOt in a
thousand years"
Speaking Of hospitals, I've been dis
cussing the subject with various acquaint-
ances who had occasion to stay in them,
and I find nobody who isn't convinced
that man always receives more atten-
ton when he's sick than a woman ever
dreams of getting. Any physician will
tell you that a man makes a great deal
more fuss over his ailments than a
woman does, and that he hasn't either
fortltude OF patience but just you let
man go to a hospital and everybody
jumps to wait on him, If you're a mere
woman, the nurse win look at you coldly
when you venture 10 mention that your
head is splitting. She'll tell you it's a
mere trifie, and that il you'll only be
patient it will pass Of in time. But if
you're a NANNY goodness. Mr. Man
has merely 10 hint that his head aches
and he gets in ice bags and cologne and
sympathy and dear only knows what
else. I'm not saying a word against
nurses. AS rule, they're long suffering
saints, and ! don't presume TO say why
they save their sympathy for their men
patients. I know only that they do, and
every woman who has ever stayed in a
hosital knows It.
Il won't 90 so far as to say that the
Washington girl is the prettiest in these
United States, says the man who travels.
Girls are pretty everyvvhere. But I will
say this. The Washington girl walks bet
ter than the girl of any other part of
the country. Chicago girls manage TO get
over the ground after a fashion, but high
winds and muddy ways give them a sort
of utilltarian walk that is anything but
graceful. The New York girl-wen she
struts. There's no other word for it,
used to hear about the New Orleans girl;
but that's all talk. There are more tiny
waists in New Orleans than in any other
town on earth, and the New Orleans girl
dances divinelyi but when she walks
why, she walks as II walking weren't at
all her natural method Of locomotion. She
bitches along, moving a shoulder forward
with every step Mind you, ! m not talk