The sun., 1919-07-13
Girls or Trlgonometry?


Our colleague The EVENING Sun
prints letter from an honorably dis |
charged soldier who is so disabled |
that he cannot dance, and who COM
plains that for that reason he is a |
wall flower in society. 1t Is his be- |
lief. he sadly says. that there is no
woman who is or will be or can be "a |
companion, a sweetheart and, above |
all, pal" He adds this as his I'M !
happy conclusion from his experience:
II find more romance in trigonom-
etry book than ! do in the girls Of
the United States
Here Is n man, we are forced to
believe from not a few printed letters |
OH this subject OF Unreasonable i'm !
portance, who must listen and give
sensible heed to reason. He has
jumped to untenable conclusions from
indefensible premises. 1t is within
the temperament Of every woman
worth single glance from q man
who has without fiinching faced dan
ger and death to be a companion,
sweetheart and pal, and If he needs
slstering she'll be sister to him I'M
Ill he discovers that she must be more.
We think our hero. disabled in such
manner I cannot dance" looked
with untaught eyes when he dotted
his uniform and donned civies. 1t is
true, lamentably, that there are girls
who have no eyes nor feet for non
dancing men, but there are more girls,
many more, who have warm glances,
pleasant smiles, hearts rich and sweet
as honey, who will bestow these
blessed possessions on the right sort
Of fellow. Our man did not look
about him enough. He Is to be blamed
for that. He had eyes only for the
him. Is that not just like a man?
He should have moved his good
broad shoulders away from the wall
where he was making mighty poor
substitute for a flower, gone over 10
the piano where the girl was who al
ways plays for others to dance, waited
his opportunity, taken her to some
quiet corner, and overcoming his con-
fessed reluctance to talk about 1t told
her, for she would be sure to want to
know, just how he got his wound. Be
fore he'd finished his story she'd be
| pal Of his, and sweetheart within
a week II he had the gumption to
carry on in peace as he did in war.
Why did not the stupid fellow-we
cannot refrain from scolding him a
| little-go to where the refreshments
were served, find the girls who made
the sandwiches and tossed up the
salad, and talk to them? There were
/ the girls with the kind hearts, the big
hearts longing, for all he knew, to be
pal, sweetheart and companion for
any honest fellow who had stopped IN
enemy bullet with q good leg. We
are near to losing patience as we
think Of the opportunities the fellow
missed. Had he walked into the H.
| brary he would have found a girl
who couldn't dance very well, but with
as honest and merry a pair Of eyes
as any doughboy could wish to see,
and she'd very soon drop her pretence
Of reading BROWNING II, even very
haltingly, he explained to her the es-
sential difference between getting a
machine gun nest and a robins.
BROWNING? Rubbish!
But that's the way with some men.
The girls with the snowy fallals and
nimble feet won't look at them and
straightwny they crouch at all girls.
Look about you, lad. The girl with
the spryest toes Is not necessarily the
girl with the quickest sympathy; the
first to laugh may not be the first to
smile charmlngly at a nOn-dancing
male; she who never plays for others
to dance, who's a Stacker when II
comes to sandwiches and salad max
ing, may not be the most companion
able for fellow with limp. II you
think, We will say to our friend, that
only the girls with the prettiest faces,
the smartest frocks have sweetheartly
instincts, forget it.
We do not deny that there is ro-
nance in trigonometry. There may
be. But this We say to YOU, sir: Look
for wholesome, honest eyed girl and
don't be too long about it, and do not
care II she be not very pretty nor
very showily dressed; when you find
out, as you very soon will. that she's
| jolly, companlonable, matey and lov-