New Britain herald., 1930-10-02

New York, Oct. 2.-This iy Ladies' Day in this spire of sapience. Any man who doesn't care for tn. idea can hunt up nice dock, yoo. hoo for me and I'll give him 2 lovely running push. With love and kisses! Most of the 50 called male geniuses I know should be hopping counters.
 And they would be were it not for wives, mothers or sweethearts. But do the ladies get credit? AL most every man will resent the inn plication that his wife had anything to do with his financial success. He is always self made, the liar. No body helped him, no sir-ee!
 We columnists, for instance, are sc busy blabbing about ourselves we rarely mention patient souls in the background who keep us from appearing in public with one shoe black, the other tan or perhaps dragging garter. I know one who can pose for a bag of soiled laun- dry even on Sunday.
 And you know what -there are three novelists who cannot comb their hair. Eighty per cent of the geniuses in private are dunkers and gravy soppers. Most of the bright things they say at dinner parties were voiced by their wives across the breakfast table. And don't let them kid you.
 I am not hazarding a guess in announcing one of the superlative wits of the banquet boards has his speeches written for him. I happen to know his wife has prepared them for years. And she, bless her heart, is the type they refer to as "an old fashioned soul and a bit dowdy." She's the keenest wise-cracker in town.
 The ladies have been mighty fine sports about it all. They take clip after clip on the chin without whimper. They will beam when someone gushes: Your husband is SD mentally alert--so brilliant. It must be wonderful to be in his com pany so much. So stimulating!"
 All the time they know the dumb bell talks to himself in the bath. can't spell 6 three. syllable word without flying to the dictionary, sits around incoming like a sick calf when things go wrong, and has to be constantly popped up with flat tery. If he is stimulating, 50 Is ether.
 The bravest of men-and If any mon have read this far they are suckeTs-are not nearly so brave as the average woman. It is my slov- enly custom to eVade issues. In matters of no importance I often But my wife. like most every other wife, faces each problem squarely. Softly feminine, in emergencies she is surprisingly adamantine. She won't be bluffed. And that is true Of every other good woman.
 The economic crisis developed a brand of feminine spunk that was the huckleberries. While two-fisted men were fluttering around What to do! What to do.-over the loss of mere paper profits" there were women, two of my acquaintance, who accepted the loss of important secretarial jobs without murmur and became housemaids until the storm blew over.
 once saw a theater audience slipped in stark terror by sud- den puff of smoke. AS it crouched perilously to plunge for exits a young girl as fragile as Lillian Gish scrambled upon the stage and shouted: If any man leaves this theater before I do he is a miserable coward" And thus was panic averted.
 The weaker sex-two ha, has and a rousing ho ho! I have seen any number of women who could drink table of men smack under it and clap hands to so places. The invet-