The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-20
SUMMER FROLICs

] tewhom drst we 1oveawe seldom wed, Time rules us all and life, indeed, is not
 The thing we planned it out ere hope was dead.
 And then, we women cannot choose our lot.
 Some are too cold at times, and some too gay and light;
 Some griefs sink deep and some are hard to bear,
 Who knows the past and who can judge us right?''
 It isz wonderful how this summer madness gets in the head of the aver
 age human being and makes him talk, think and act like another person, lit tie comedies one comes across, at the country hotels, and homes where there are bevies of girls, as well as at the seaside Young men, taking vacations and others who have aaved a, snug nr- tie sum to have a good time on. enjoy the advantage of a long period-of leis- ure before them, in the summer gay ety, which they employ. by making themselves absolutely indispensable to the young women. It is hard to pick and choose the prettiest girls when each whom they run across is more attractive than the other. The gi1ded youth who changes his costume half
 a dozen times a day, and with. Scarf- pin of diamond haunts by them with admiring glances, receives cold looks, ! instead of encouragement, from those to whom he has reckoned he would have every chance of an introduction Young Walters is just the opposite | type of summer sojourner He never misses the little dance affairs, on lawn or porch. There are no wall flowers 1 when he's around. He wa1tzes divine 1 ly, and though he blunders at it, he picks up the new tango that warns l the hearts of the merry whirlers at 1 summer froMcs. One of the smart
 baseball players has earned. for him self the sobriquet of beau for the
 sprightly effective blonde as well as the brunette beauty, whose plain, sim pie costumes turn the heads of the single devotees. eff life were always
 summer. and women all like some." is what one may hear, while passing young men in their cool flannel suits, who are strolling about and exchang- | ing condolences, some of which are very interesting. Well, I presume you have proposed?' breaks in one of the trio, to the '4Beau Brummer' of the party. You'll have to buy her an other diamond engagement ring to | match the costly one she flashes on her fingers It will take a good bank l account to wed her. After thought
 fuI silence and a rolliczing laugh the truth is out. 'sBy Jove!T he acknowl- | | fasten the wrong woman in an en- gagement with me. The one I have noticed and taken a deep liking to is
 not the bedeckIed, handsomely dressed city girl, but the simple maid, who
 wears a fetching little muslin frock,
 with blue ribbons. She is perfectly adorable; is one of the poor but honest village girls, who walks with some fair
 companion down to the shady poplar 1 trysting place, or dances hand in hand
 with fun-loving girl chum, along the walk of a forsa41en-looking arnusement ground, where passers-by 1oiter. Esv- cry afternoon, in rural communities,
 as well as city pleasure places the rus
 tic seats are dotted with natty eos-
 tuned women, who make up a bright l scene, attractive to the opposite sex.
 Their husbands are. standing not far | off, brothers or lovers. It is the single
 young women who are mostly in evi- ] dence during summer rarnbles. They prance around in the morning, in sim
 pie inexpensive toggery their hair
 blowing. wind-tossed, hands and face brown as berries. Afternoons and eve
 nings they seem to come out of their conservative shells, a bundle of con tradictton, and beautiful as young
 women always are. In those hours of
 companionship many a young man has I realized he has met the only girl he ever loved. He realizes the bAssfuI
 fact when she accepts him. t@The we'd l ding bells, the sequel tel1s,''