Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-12-02
WHAT GIRLS DON'T KNOW.

WHAT GIRLS DON'T KNOW.
HAVE told my readers in the mos
intimate language I could get mol
of all about my girlhood.
I said that I was brought VI
ignorant, in the dense ignoranc
which enshrouds so many young girl
today. Even with the resolution I hav'
taken to conceal nothing from m,
readers it is hard for me. without ;
blush of shame, to go into details o
my ignorance.
But I will quote as a characteristic
example the fact that till l was nine
years old could hardly spell properly
/ mixed up words ending in ough witt
words ending in double +.
A GIRLS IGNORANCE.
Figures also gave me great trouble
For long time I used to think thai
and s made 10. I was too timic
and too reticent to take my difficulties
to anybody, least of all to my parents
Sometimes l thought of going to the
minister of our church and asking
him what Z and 8 made. and how
to spell hemorrhage. But false
shame held me back, and feared
perhaps, that even he might not know
L
in my reader I will make another con-
'fession, namely, that for many years
Il did not know the names of thu
branches. of the Amazon, and always
imagined that the Xingu came IN on
the top side. l concealed this as best
! could from the people about me.
OF physiology and the laws of health
I knew absolutely nothing. l could
not have told where the oesophagus
was nor the prosencephalon, nor the
duodenum nor the senicolon nor the
major axis of the patella. Once while
quite child I caught cold and
was quite sick for three days without
being aware Of it. '&%
THE FIRST YOUNG MAN.
MY first love affair took place when
I was turned 16. I had hardly turned
1t when young man came TO stay at
our house as a Summer boarder. His
name was Joe Granger, and he was
training for minister. He seemed to
me little more than a boy, which was
perhaps the case, as he was only feet
inch high. But he was quite stout.
There was, however one thing about
Joe that my parents kept from me at
the time, and that I only learned later
on accidentally 1t was this: He paid
us SO week for his board, but he was
supposed to help father pitch hay and
to make himself handy around the
place.
FROM LANE TO PASTURE.
Well, for the first two. or three weeks
that Joe Granger was at our house 1
hardly spoke q word to him. But one
evening, Just as was starting down
the lane to the pasture to fetch up the
two cows, there was Joe standing be-
side the door of the barn.
It was lilac time, and I had on a
print dress, with a bunch of lilacs at
my throat and a branch of apple bios
SONS in my hair and a bunch of wild
convolvulus and chickweed in my waist
belt.
Where are you going?" Joe asked
Down to the pasture" answered,
"to fetch up the cows
All right" he said. "Ill 60, too"
was feeling in a kind of reckless
mood, as If didn't care what happened
t'Come ont" said.
It was a hundred yards or perhaps
more down the lane, but all the way
Joe said nothing except Say, look at
that oriole. That's pretty early for,
orioles, isn't. it?" !
- bOHE = AW AAEN1N(1s =
When we got to the pasture the two
cows were there, standing under the
shade trees.
you chase up the black one" Joe
said, .and I'll start up the other"
was feeling in sort of desperate
mood, as if didn't care.
.t'AH right" / said.
We got the two cows started up the
lane, and Joe and walked along be-
hind them.
They're easy COWS to drive" Joe
don't know just how much he meant
by It. but / answered just recklessly:
They sure are"
some cows" Joe said. "are much
better mixers than others"
THidn't even stop to think.
that SOP" was all could find to
say
yes" Joe went on, when was
on 3 farm near Cobourg. Ontario,
used to milk six cows a day.
r don't know just what he would
have said next, but just then we came
to the corner of the barn, and there
was father
= Joe is a preacher now and has chill
dren OF his own, but looking back on
it seems strange. often wondered how
many COWS he MIXED after ne left
Cobourg.
TEMPTATION.
Ny next love adventure was a few
months later. In fact, that same Au-
tunln. was walking along the road to
the village and the rural mail delivery
man stopped his cart.
Like to ride, sis?" he asked. fKind
O. hot walking, amt it?"
Just for minute I hesitated. The
driver was quite elderly man and
had four or five children, 2nd it should
have warned me. But a sort of Spir9A