Semi-weekly herald., 1912-03-28
DIARY OF A FL1Rr.
(By Laura Jean Libbey.

but for one love, and there are Other
girls whose sole mission in life seems
to be breaking masculine hearts.
1t is most always the girl who is
fair of face who seems to be imbued
with the idea that this is her mission
in life She takes nature for her
guide, emulating the example of the
giddy butterfly which coyly makes
love to not one but score of roses
that would gather, the pretty flutter-
ing thing to their hearts and keep it
there. She notes that it is always
eager for new conquests, that it rare
ly turns back to its first favorite. The
girl wonders how it can give due at
tention to its different loves and imag-
ines that it would keep diary, as she
does, if it could. AS she turns the
pages of the diary she smiles and
thinks what valuable hints it contains
for the girl whose greatest problem in
life is "how to win lover" The
notes read as follows:
"Just Is today. have had my first
beau; that is girl brought her lover
to call on me. smiled every time
she pouted, and l could see that he
soon liked me the best. In smiling
and saying goodbye he whispered TO
me: 'Pd rather be your beau II
he were only year older than /, in
stead of year younger, might like
him. But he'll do to go around with
until / can get some one better"
Eighteenth birthday. 1 don't see
why it is that the girls cannot keep
their fellows when I am around. Last
night when the handsome young man
from town escorted my chum, Nellie,
and me home from the concert he was
in a dilemma when we came to the
crossroads, she living at the far end
of the village in the opposite direction.
What shall ! do?' he exclaimed, look
ing from one of US to the other. L
cannot see you both home at one and
the same time. I'll have to leave it
to the two of you to decide Nellie
dropped his arm and lowered her eyes
bashfully. / tightened my grasp on
his arm and gave him swift, roguish
glance. You come home with me,
Nellie said, but she refused. l was
the one he saw home.
Twentieth birthday. believe to
be popular with the men girl should
know the art of coquetry. | never
say disagreeable truths when few
plish the same purpose. 1t is strange
what an important part a smile plays
in winning mans heart. I've made
a careful study back in history and
have found that the most dangerous
women in the world were mistresses
of the art of two things-looking at
tractive and knowing the value of
smile. Man adores the smiling girl
and he cannot resist her blandish-
ments. He doesn't want to.
"Twenty-fourth birthday. Half a
dozen proposals of marriage all in
one week. There's not one of them
that would accept. / invited Harry
to call to draw John on. He's either
I baShful or stubborn. invited Jim
20 call; he, is such rollicking good
company. He's head over heels in
love with me. OF course I wouldn't
thinl, of marrying him, but when i
have company he is good to help out
a. ,ta rC n N
fellow, but I'd never get along with
his people. They believe that wom-
an should make her own dresses. They
nave a holy horror of furbelows and
frills. AS for Oscar-well, he's cap
ital escort; spends money on girl
like prince when he takes her out;
but-O, welp that's the trouble; his
pocket is like sieve. He can't keep
q cent in it. I'll look further. I'm
sure / cannot fare any worse.
"Thirtieth birthday. All of my old
beaux are married, but I've gained a
lot of experience, that certain. That
goes long way toward teaching a
girl how to attract the stubborn,
sterner sex. In getting a new set
when the others dropped off it does
seem that the new and older ones are
less enthusiastic. If they hear that
one man is coming steadily it takes
a great deal of flattery, coquetry, al
most persuasion, to induce them to
come and spend an evening. If one
has two or three strings to her bow,
so to speak, they call her flirt and
end by limiting that there's nothing
man detests so much as flirt, and
especially an old one at the game.
"Fortieth birthday. My glass tells
me that with good deal of fixing l
ought to be as attractive as ever. But
somehow l seem to have lost my hold
upon the art of fascination. The man
of yesteryear is not like the man of
today. / am conscious now that !
have wasted valuable time. Would
that had married years ago. 1t new
er pays to be what the world calls
n flirt"