Evening star., 1943-11-02

8 in which men
J. P. McEvoY. writers tear into
women, mocking their frailties,4 or
else pretend to advise other men
how to bamboozle, befuddle and BE-
witch the little stiles? No. You
never have. And by the eternal
you never will Because men are
gallant! Noble
Women are such cads, whereas
men know how to keep a confidence!
They would be embarrassed to be-
tray the frail and foolish contradict
tions which make women what they
are. And what they are is Ilenty
good enough-if only they would
stop pretending they are so smart
and We men so dumb. We are not
dumb-we are kind, consideraee,
patient, trusting and at least"1A
more admirable adjectives. II,
Want Hunk of Meat. Z7t
Yes, newspapers are full of wofn-
ems pages-all claiming they are
devoted entirely to women's inter
estS. But what is women's PRINCIPAL
interest? blush prettily as I admit
it Is men. And what do these pages
| do? Well, for example, there is al
ways a flock of pieces on how to
concoct fancy tldbits for your IA
vorite male"-when every woman's
favorite male has been telling her
for years he doesn't like fancy tidbits
what he wants when hes hungry
is hunk of meat off the fire, taste
fully garnished with big potatoes
with their jackets on. If there
aren't enough points for a hunk OF
meat then a hunk of anything. The
important thing is that it be q
hunk and not a smidgin. ~
And almost every day the girls
in the Women's department get Of
in a corner and coo about recipes
for making tasty little salads out
of leftovers. And these always get
clipped out and left as book markers
in your great big hungry mates
favorite reading, reminding him
anew that every mans secret ambl-
tlon is TO make leftovers out Of
tasty little salads. If salad it must
be. says he, give me crock OF
potato salad with raw onions or q
juicy slather of cole slaw, and take
away those pale, pathetic remnants
of anemic endive peering timidly
out of a puddle of messy mayon-
naise, the whole delicately crowned
with poisonous-lo looking maraschino
lcferry.
Garagemen Know How.
say nothing about those how-to-
raise-the-baby departments. OBJ
viously. most babies raise them
selves. And if they weren't practf-
cally indestructible, they would
never survive the well-meaning but
amateur ministrations of most
mothers. If men ever let loose on
women in this field alone, think of
the scathing articles they could
write. What women don't know
about bathing a baby-to take lust
one thing! Men know this, but
they are too considerate to point
out, for example, that any expert
enced garageman could line UP ali
the babies in the neighborhood on
draining boards and hose down,
squeeze and chamois off the whole
caboodle of 'em in an hour.
But have you ever read an article
by Joe Carbuerator telling the worn-
en- how this could be done and re-
lease thousands of women hours for
war effort, If only they were bright
enough to get together and organ
ize baby superservice station in
their neighborhood? No. And you
never will-because Joe is like me
too tolerant, too thoughtful, too
considerate to unveil the fond and
foolish frailties of our dear little
fuss budgets. 81
But sometimes I wish that could
break down and overcome this IN.
nate gallantry of mine and haul
on with a good wallop at women
who think men have been put in the
world principally to entertain them.
l mean women who sit back and
dare you to be clever or amusing or
even coherent. I mean women who
make you do all the work. I mean
women who aren't satisfied with a
man saying, You're looking rather
we'll this evening, huh?"-but who
want him to be eloquent, poetic.
rhapsodic, literary and historical.
Why are men supposed to say all
the pretty things? Why don't wom-
en- put their smart little mouse-trap
minds to work? I want to sit back
for change and be told something
extravagant, and that wouldn't be
any great chore. But, women won't
do 1t. They make me work. Some
day I'll haul off and write a piece
about them and tell them what r
think-and a lot of good 1t will do
me!
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