Omaha daily bee., 1916-08-05
Girls Who Are
Dangerous
Bv DOROTHY DIX.


particular type of girl, for, in order
that there might be bachelors in the
world to fill in at dinner parties and
act as godfathers to other peoples
kiddies, and all wise providence has
ordained that the woman who IS as
fatal as angina pectoris to one man
doesn't even raise a futter OF the
pulse in another.
But all girls are dangerous girls to
some man, and that's why men aliN
over the country are humming and
singing these lines from that popular
song success, You're a Dangerous
Girl" ~,
And, brothers, that's particularly
good and appropriate song for this
Season of the year. No wonder you
are having it played "by request" by
the orchestras on roof gardens, and
that you are plunk-plunking it out on
banjos as you loll on the cushions.
of canoes on moonlight nights, and
that YOU whistle, and hum, and roa5
it at the top of your voices along the
shady pathways of mountain resorts,
for the Summer Girl is Dangerous
Girl wherever you find her, and you
need all the help you can get from
music, or anything else, to resist her
enchantment. :,
Here she comes, brother. It's IL
o'clock at night in a make-believe
grape arbor atop OF hotel where
everything is as high as the prices,
and everything is artificial from the
grapevines to the winds that tlutter
the table cloths. Enter the siren.
Gold in her hair. Painted snow on
her brow. Painted roses on her
cheeks and mouth. Look of the hunt
ress in her eyes. Laughter that IS
like the cracking of thorns on her
lips. The foolish have branded her
as a dangerous girl, but she's dan
gerous only to men who are in their
first or second childhood. You can
shrug your shoulders as the cynical
orchestra strikes up the first notes OF
| You're a Dangerous Girl"
\ Then there's the domestic. girl,
brother. Not bit snowy, you know.
No man would ever stop to, stare
after her in the street. She doesn't
know whether cocktail is new
kind of canned goods or war ammu-
milton, but she can make the best
angel food you ever tasted IN yoT
life, and when you go to see her on
Sunday night, she always asks you to
stav to supper, and the things she
does with chafng dish.
az course YOU have no intention
of getting married for ever and ever
so long, and the very reason. thai
YOU fall into the way OF coming TO
see the Domestic. Girl so often IS
because you feel so safe with her,
Nevertheless, when Sunday nights
supper is over, and when filled with
chicken la king, and peace and
, tenderness, you return to the par
llor. rush to the victrola, put on the
"Dangerous Girl' record, and play
it with loud needle.
And there's the girl who works in
the office at the desk next to yours.
Nice little thing. Trim and neat in
her trig little tailor, made suits
and her mannish little flat heeled
boots. Complete, too. Draws
down very nearly as good a pay en-.
velope. as you do. And the best. of
so much is because sheIisn't al
.ways expecting you to pay her COM
pliments. or make love to her.. You
can talk to her as sensibly as you
could to another man, only - er--
with something different you
couldn't say to another man, if you
get what | mean.
r She isn't dangerous. Oh, dear no.
I'll, ,,,1> Of foil
t: love with her than you would with
your little brother. It's friendship
e YOU feel for her. Nothing buy
S friendship that makes you want to
e kill that fool of a Smith who's
taken to hanging around her desk.
: and makes you so figety,. you
can't settle to your work until you
see her sleek head bending over
: her ledger of morning.
: OF course you're not falling in love
with her, oh, dear, no, but Just as a
: precautionary measure~you'd bet
}, ter hire hurdy gurdy to- play
n you're Dangerous Girl" under
e the office window three or four
q times during the course of the day
n Then there's the girl who's just
{ girl, and looks as harmless as a
Il kitten. She wears white, fluffy
II things, and she looks up at you as
d if YOU had hung the moon and made
good job of it, and she's so little,
r and clinging, and helpless, that
man begins to pet her as instinct
=" lively as he would child.
e And, of course, you can't help see
ing that you've made an impression
= on her tender little heart, and then
you begin to think that all things
considered, you'd better be getting
out of the radius of those big, blue
eyes, and you tell her you've come
to say goodbye, and she begins to
weep, and
Come on. brothers. Join in the chorus.
Now, all together:
Cause you're the sweetest girl In the
world.
You're wonderful, just marvellous
But you're doggo dan ger Gus Girl!'