Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-13
SUB ROSA
BY MIMI.
BY MIMI.
The Rest of the Crowd.

! Stop and take stock of yourself.
| Are you running your own life? Are
/ you thinking things ont for yourself.
and deciding issues. clear-neadedly ana
| lntelligently?
! Or are you letting your particular
| set run things for you?
| Are you letting them set your stand
ards SO that you tremble and quake
| for fear of not living up to them!
What are those standards they're
| setting? Are they important? Ten to
one bet they're not. Listen to Joan s
story and weep few salt tears, then
! find out where you sta.ld yourself.
| Joan belonged to the best set in
| PlunkVille She went with the right
people, did the right things, attended
the right dances and had perfectly
albright time.
Her crowd was just the usual group
! of young people with an exaggerated
sense of their own Importance and a
| set of laws that could not be broken.
These stern standards of conduct
| We're, briefly, that girl should be
smart, witty, athletic, good dancer,
| Il good sport and an aristocrat.
\ boy should be smooth, easy going,
well dressed. a good dancer, a fluent
| talker, a graduate from some good col
| lcge and the driver of a good car.
Joan was dashing about with one
| Harold who answered to all the above
specifications, and II. had proposed
marriage at intervals, when Rodney
came drifting into Plunkville.
He was there on business-stern,
cold business he had enough
spare time to fall in love with Joan
and propose to her Il few times.
Rod was good looking and Il good
talker. He'd spent his life fighting old
man Poverty-he'd rubbed shoulders
with every kind of mainland he had
no difficulty in finding the right thing
L. say when he met any one.
But he'd never been to college in his
life. His clothes Hidnt have the cor
rect collegiate stamp. He danced in a
medieval fashion that shocked Joan to
tears.
She thought he was a knockout,
though. She tried hard TO make him
over, 50 that he'd measure up to her
pals idea of a good man.
But he Just wouldn't he made over.
His clothes remained an offense to
her eyes and his dancing made her
vince.
She wanted him-she longed to
marry him-but how could she intro
duce him to her CroWdn
She could picture Harold s ironiC
smile when he noticed Rod 5 shoes,
~
stride. She shuddered. and she gave
he poor but honest workingman a
large dose of ventilation
An Old. old story. You say. Sure,
but don't You be one of those girls
who help to keep the tale alive. Don't
You pass up a man because you're
afraid your best girl friend will think
you've married out OF your class.
Before YOU let Your gang. run Your
life for YOU. make sure that their
ideals and standards are important.
Joan married her Harold and was
bored but superior all the rest of her
life. She might have married Rod,
been radiantly happy. and in a few
Years had the pleasure of seeing all
her old CronieS turning around to ad
mire her young husband. It's bad
enough to let your chumS influence
YOUR style of clothes and haircut and
conVersation-but We gods. if they're
going to have last say in picking a
husband Tor you, what's the use of
your being alive at all?
Does he pass with YOU" Then never
mind the rest of the crowd.
lCopyrighi 1926
Mimi VIII he glad TO answer any inquiries
directed to tins paper. provided a stamped
addressed envelope Is lnciOsed.