The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-09
New Interest Is Best Cure For .
 SGghts
By wINIFRED H. COOLEY

t1rTIE READS his paper at the ssH breakfast table; I could just
 kill him." sobs Mrs. Newlywed. "I have cried and scolded and begged and stormed, but the brute goes right on doing it, as if I did not exist."'
 Would you believe it? A fellow can't smoke his cigar after dinner in ; his own house; can. you beat it? Why did I ever fall for this marriage stuff" groans MT. Younghusband.
 And so the divorce judge listens to the trivialities that seem so tame and .contemptible to him. if he is a broad minded, deep-hearted person, who has seen the seamy side of life and its ter rible heartaches and Real tradegies
 It is the little things that count with the young. A bride who is fresh from the ardors of wooing cannot reconcile the complacency of the welded male, who settles down comfortably after the chase and capture to serene and coolroutine, in which an undisturbed breakfast plays an important part. She dissolves into tears and expects him to kiss away the evidence of his brutality" and soothe her and call himself find, and above all to re- frain from ever again committing the monstrous offense.
 X But no; amazing, incomprehensible as it seems, the one-time violent lover, he who pleaded for a kiss as if his life depended on it, calmly turns the paper over to the sporting page and remarks Don't be a goose; when do you think I will read the morning pa- per, if not in the morning."
 Afte rhe has gone she sulks and weeps and plans revenge and nourishes desperate thoughts, just as if the man really was guilty of some heinous crime. But he is too busy with the problems ofearning his breakfast to re- call the incident, all day. By night, he returns weary, and full of the news of the worlds happenings and his own smaller successes or problems, to be greeted by a sulky and unforgiving wife, who appears pretty in the light of his wider activities and associations.
 On his side, he claims Its pretty mean thing that a fellow slaves all day to earn a home, and gives up din ing downtown or at the club, with poker and gossip and the lively mans world, only to be denied q comfortable cigar in his own little home! All on account of some curtains, as if the fate of the curtains were more mo- mentous than the enjoyment l would get from sprawling out on the sofe and smoking, in real domestic peace "
 And so it goes. Each is petty in his way, and each makes mountains out of molehils, during the first 'proba- tionary" period, in which they are getting acquainted. The trifling hab- its and emotional reactions of men and women are quite different, no mat ter how much education and thought on modern questions they have in com mon. To blend their ideals and to scompromise their prejudices takes time and common sense, and many poten- tial happy marriage has gone to smash on the rock of stubborn stupidity.
 Of course, it is exasperating to have some one read on, oblivious of your pretty costume, or good meal, tor brilliant conversation, says the widow, but if he loves to read the fresh news in the early moments and has no other time, he simply will do it and there's no use making scene. Read the paper yourself !"
 V Marjorie weeps awhile and then de- cides to try it. How will he feel when he observes her callously scanning the morning news? Of course, he never even notices, but ih subconscious mind registers relief and he kisses her good by more fervently and more amiably than for many days.
 Stand on your own feet and get few outside interests, so that you won't count the minutes that he is away, and see how it works,' admonishes the widow. Marjorie joins the clubs and goes in for philanthropy. You'd bet ter hurry, read, or you'll miss your train" she now suggests tactfully, each morning, for she really is in haste to get the marketing done and the breakfast dishes washed, so tha tshe can collect funds for the Babies Milk and Fresh Air Fund. Soon he begins to finger, in the morning. Whats your hurry to get rid of me, darling" he inquiries. You know I hate to leave for a long, hot day in the city! You know, grille, you're getting nicer all the. time. You used to sort of irritate me, but nowadays, you're so sweet, I'm in haste to get home in the evening" "
 That's the way of males," says the widow. If you don't fuss over them, | !