The Washington herald., 1920-09-06
A MANS IDEAL WOMAN.


She must be beautiful. preferably
tall and slender. though an occa-
sionsl man leans to what was once
called the pocket Venus" and Is
now spoken of in the vernacular as
the ''cuddle pup" size. No matter
what her height or weight, however,
she must have a peaches-and-cream
complexion. Cinderella feet, large
ox-Iike eyes, and hair that curls.
Furthermore, the beauty Of a
mans ideal woman must be OF the
adamantine kind that can stand the
kicks and cuffs of fate without get
ting its paint scratched of, or be-
inNdented. For the ideal woman
never grows scrawny nor fat. Her
hair never gets grizzled or thin.
She never grows old. for she has
not only tasted the waters of the
Fountain Of Perpetual Youth. She
has picked herself in them.
A mans ideal woman is always
exquisitely dressed in soft tilmy
things OF delicate, pastel shades and
her hair is waved and curled in
that artIessly artful way that only
requires a couple Of hours to do, II
YOU are a quick. work, p. A man
may be a tightwad who howls with
agony. as il she had gotten his life
blood, every time his wife strikes
him for a hand down frock, but
none-the-less his dream woman IS
always clothed in Paris creations
He may expect mis- wife {" cook
and scrub. and wash, and tend baby
but he never looks at her bungaio"
apron and wOrk-roughened hanoS
without thinking how different she
is from his ideal, and that. some
how. q woman ought to be able 10
he a good cook and look ike
lady love at the same time.
\ mans ideal woman is the cling
ing vine She is as spineless as
shoe string. and all that she asks
Of her husband is to be permitted
tor-eIfng to him, echo all Of his
opinions, and have no mind of her
own whatever.
But. she must be able to reverse
roles and become the sturdy oak II
necessity demands; a helpful, ener-
Eetic. capable woman in the family.
Also. the clinging vine, even in her
limpest moments, must have decl-
sion of character enough to deal
with a family Of self-willed children
and fight profiteering tradesmen to
a stsaastiIl.
In a word, a mans ideal woman
is a towering vine which festoons
itself gracefully about rim in pub
lie. and so calls attention to his
strength, while in private he ex-
poets il not only to stand alone and
avoid becoming a burden upon him
but TO prop him up.
In intelligence a mans ideal wo-
man knows just a little less than
he does. She follows at his heels
like his dog and devours hungrily
and gratefully whatever bones OF
his thoughts he throws to her. And
she gazes revereutly up into his
eyes and takes her cue from his
looks, convinced that he is the real
fountain OF all wisdom.
No man can ever ina gine himself
marrying a woman who is cleverer
than he is. or has better judgment.
or who is more widely informed
and a clearer thinker. Very often
he does, but this is only when the
woman is so supernaturally clever
that she knows enough to conceal
from him how clever she is.
A mans ideal woman is always a
domestic creature whose dearest
ambition is TO make the prize angel
food in Ter, community. She may
have been a society butterfly, or a
ashton plate, or a prize private
secretary. or a successful profess
siOnaI or business woman. but man
never visions her. in his minds eye.
- continuing to take any interest
after marriage in the thing that
Was her whole interest before mar
rage.
His ideal woman joyfully gives
up everything for the privilege Of
cooking things the way he likes
Them, and would rather turn out a
batch Of bread such as his mother
used TO make than to write a sixth
best seller or pull off a big financial
5Pal
But while she spends her life in
the kitchen. she never smells of the
cook stove, nor does her converse
ton run to recipes and the price Of
butchers meat. And, somehow, in