The Washington herald., 1920-03-01

III sne would go TO the show win
me.
she said that she would, and then
she cooed over the wire: What
sort Of flowers are you going TO
send me? I thought I would ask
you because I'm going to wear q
grey frock, and violets harmonize
SO beautifully with grey"
Far had Il been from my
thoughts 20 send any flowers ut all,
but I braced myself for the hold
up, and replied sweetly, "violets II
shall be-" but inwardly I thought,
Darn 1t. There go the eats, but
IL she had rather gorge herself op
violets than lobster Newberg, let
her go to 1t.
well. the auspicious night ar
rived, and showed Up at my James
house, and I'll say that she certain
" did look like a pippin when she
came fiuttering down all in gray
and with my IS bunch of violets
pinned on where they would do the
most good. / was about to forgive
her for her graft when she piped
up:
rs the taxi waiting?'
L L
came up on the good old reliable
street car"
There's a taxi stand just around
the corner. The number is so-and-
SO. You can telephone for one
while 1 am getting my scarf" she
said as she drifted away. and gnash-
ing my teeth bitterly I phoned for
the taxi.
After the play she artlessly in
quired, where are we going for
supperT Let's go to the Robbers
Roost, they have such wonderful
food, and the finest jazz band in
town, and the cabaret is simply
wonderful"
I'VE went. i paid, and paid. and
paid. But why prolong the agony
of the recital. BY the time l had
carried the young lady home / was
out over $50 for a simple evenings
entertainment AS we parted she
said she had a perfectly lovely time.
and that she hoped that she would
see me again soon.
But never again for muh. II that
dame ever beholds this cherished
form again it will be through a long
distance telescope.
Now, / am not saving that / am
any great catch for any girl, or that
she misses much in not getting me,
or being deprived of the moderate
priced pleasures that 1 could give
her.
But / do say tha. I am a type
Of the average young man who
would like to know girls, and go
about with them. and show them at
tentions, but who is debarred from
1t by the extravagant standards
girls have set up. andfthe amount OF
money they force a man to spend
when he takes them out.
That's why girls have so few
beaux. They have made the price
prohibitive. They've killed the gan
der that laid the golden egg.
"Of course / don't understand the
feminine psychology. but will you
tell me why IL Is that a girl who
rides on the street car every day of
her life has to be conveyed about in a
taxi cab by any young man who is
rash enough to ask her to go any
where with him? 1t isn't because OF
her evening dress, because she puts
a cloak over that. and beats it to the
subway when she has to pay her
own way. as you can see any night
OF your life.
And why is il that a girl can't
eat enough at home to sustain her
until she gets back to her own ice
box: IL you take her out anywhere
you've got to feed her. And why
does she always order the most ex-
pensive dishes on a bill of fare? 1t
isn't because she supposes that you
are young Mr.. Vanderbilt, masquer-
aiding as Tom Jones for a lark, for
she is wise to your salary. and per-
fectly aware that when she sticks
you for ten or fifteen dollar suppers
it sends you to the dairy lunch for
the next month.
Haven't the girls enough sense
to know that while a man will let
them play him for an easy mark
once, that it's never again with him?
There is something about being
flim-flammed that makes any fell
low with a spark of spirit in him
mad clean through and through.
Besides it's a desecration of all
of your ideas OF womanhood. There's
something peculiarly repulsive in
the sight of a sweet, innocent, child
like little girl trying to gouge the
last cent she can get out of a man,
and taking advantage of the situa-
ton, and her sex, and his gallantry
to hold him up and rob him. That
kind of a selfish. greedy, avaricious
woman is not the sort of a wife
any man wants.
It's the grating girl who keeps
men out of matrimony. Take it from
me. a wise dame waits until after a
man is legally tied to her and can't
get away before she goes after his
pocketbook."
Copyright, 1920, by The Wheeler
Syndicate, Inc.)