Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-01-09
DOROTHY DIX
TELLS OF
GIRLS

I HAVE received a letter from a
L man who says that he wants to
marry. but he does not see any,
thing in the flapper. or a moron, no
him to lead either one to the altar.
He wants a wife who will be a help
meet. and an intelligent companion,
not one who thinks that the perfect
life is a perpetual jazz party, or
who considers that. matriInony is a
fifty-fifty proposition in which it is
the first duty of the husband to
make money! and the sacred obliga-
ton of the woman to spend it.
In concluding his letter my cor
respondent asks:
What has become of the old
fashioned girl who knew how to
cook, sew, keep house, and raise
kids? Are there any girls who might
take some interest in a fellow be-
sides separating him from his pay
check? Are thefeNno more girls will
ing to help a man build his future,
instead of being just stone about
his neck If there are, where will
1 find then1?"
The girl you describe lives only
two or three, doors from where you
do in any block, in any city in the
land, son. Why. you know her al
ready! She is that nice little Mamie
Brown, or Susie White, that your
rother has been dropping discreet
hints about to you for the last two
or three years.
You remember mother telling you
what a good daughter Mamie was
to her old mother. and how wonder
full she was with her little brothers
and sisters. and her saying what a
good wife Mamie would make some
man? You recall that when Susie
ran in with a chocolate cake of her
own making. that mother said thai
she couldn't have made a better one
herself. and that she delivered quite
an eulogy on Susie, saying how
clever Susie was about making her
own clothes. and how economical she
was. and how different from the silly,
little painted up dolls who do moth
Iirg but kill their husbands with dys-
PERSIA. and drag them to the poor
house with their extravaganza?
Of course you know Mamie and
Susie but you have never paid either
one Of them the slightest attention.
You have never thought of such a
thing as falling in love with either
one of them. or marrying either one
o. them, although either one would
make exactly the kind Of wife you
want, because there is nothing about
them that attracts you.
They come up to your ideal, but
they don't. fire your fancy. You
admire their virtues, but you don
! like the way they do their hair. Alb
stractly, YOU approve of the idea OF
girl making her own clothes, but
when you take one out. Won want her
| to look like the latest hint from
| Paris.
OF course. what YOU really are
! looking for, son, is super-Woman
a kind of feminine miracle who is, at
one and the same time, sensible and
/ frivolous, a home slayer and step
per-out. you want a girl who can
cook, and scrub. and sew, and yet
3 keep nGT t1dIluS III d IiISS AltCCZ1CbSA>
condition; who can foXtrot with one
foot, and rock the cradle with the
other; who is thrifty and economl
cal, and yet a fashion plate in ap
pearance. And that is a pretty large
order to ask. any girl to fill. We
are what we are, and it is about
as hard for a lady leopard 10 change
her spots as it is for the male OF
the species.
The trouble with the men who com
plain that they cannot find nice
sweet, old-fashioned girl to marry is
/ that they don't look for her in the
right places. They seek her at balls
land dinner dances, and cabarets, and
in the haunts of the gay and giddy
and they do not find her. She isn't
there for the excellent reason that
no man has asked her go to any
place of entertainment with him.
You won't need to do a bit Of
sleuthing to find the dear, domestic
girl, son. She. is always at home,
and you may discover her any eve
I ming in the bosom of her family, or