Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1920-09-12

Everyone always wonders why
an eligible" remains a bachelor.
He must have some reason for so
doing; and thinking on this the girl
reporter started out to get some
real reasons from some real bache-
lors. Here is what one of them
says, and more will follow. This is
interview No. l, and he called it:
My Ideal Woman.
found him crouched down on
the middle of his spine, in a big
comfortable leather rocker, pulling
contentedly on an iold mellow pipe
whose carvings bore evidence of
associations with a large eastern
university and national fraternity.
A glance about the room, most of
which was in semi darkness, owing
to the heavily shaded reading lamp,
showed an assortment of books
and magazines scattered about in
an attractive confusion, giving the
whole place an atmosphere of com
fort seldom found by men except in
bachelor quarters.
You've seen such roomsi The
inevitable glass jar of tobacco, q
half dozen smelly pipes, an ash
tray, one of those cigar band af-
fairs, filled with everything except
ashes, a hammered copper desk set
mute evidence of Christmas and
a girl-on the table, because there
was no desk, or if there was, be-
cause he didn't care. A graphic
phone, with records that showed
love of real music, as well as jazz
ones to put tickling in the toe.
Sofa pillows that had withstood
humiliation and looked battle
SCARED, were there, piled invitingly,
carelessly on one of those sink
way-down lounges. An open closet
door displayed to my stolen peeps
what were to him articles of price
less rainment, relics of days long
gone, yet worthless when shorn of
their associations.
/ looked at his reading matter,
hoping to get some idea of his likes
and dislikes in literature, but in
this l was disappointed, as his col
lection was too conglomerate to be-
tray any particular taste. Conrad
We'd with Shaw, Tolstoi, Nietschke,
and sh-sh-sh Elinor Glyn was
there, while the array of maya
zines ranged, as he put it, from
high brow stuff clear down to the
gas house" One lone silver cup
bore testimony that its owner once
played golf. In short, if rooms may
be so described, his was endis-
habille, but with the latch string
hanging out, and welcome written
all over everything he owned.
That, dear reader, is his side of
1t. He has means, sufficient in
even these days; he is young, and l
believe his carelessness can be
curbed, and his disposition mould
ed, but listen
well, you've asked for rather
great deal when you come to me
for description of my ideal wom-
an, for ideals are not easily eX-
pressed, much less to be found in
the flesh. But had / the power
tonight to make woman, to
breathe into her the life / would
want to link with mine, to give her
the qualities l would have her pos
sess, the brain to attract me, the
subtlety to hold me true and stead
fast, I'd begin by making her a
brunette, a Latin type, with fire
and sparkle in the eye. alive to her
finger tips, without giving one the
impression that she had st. Vitus
dance.
'Id make her tall enough to look
well with me, about five feet seven
or eight inches, l should say, and
just enough adipose to enable her
to wear her clothes well. And into
the cells of her brain | would place
q sufficient sense of humor to en-
able her to get my stuff, the abil-
ity to stimulate me to the highest
ideals, and enough strength of
character to stick with me If the
going ever got rough. Expecting to
be, after marriage, one of Upton
Sinclair's Essential monogamists'
myself, I'd give her this trait, too,
for / believe more in congeniality
between participants in a marriage
contract, as a firm foundation for
happiness, than I do in love. I'm
dying love is no longer self-suffi-
cient, and while kisses aren't to be