Miscellaneous

King Country Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 176, 26 July 1909, Page 4

Miscellaneous

Meditations of a Married Woman. Familiar quotation: "Oh, I only want to get a few odds and ends. I guess a fiver will cover them all. When a woman's grey hairs can no longer be pushed underneath, combed over, or otherwise bidden, she says, monchalantly: "Ob, I've been as grey as a badger since 1 was nineteen —a family trait, you know." A married woman hates to think of geting to be fory.-five years old because she feels that at that age she'll look middle-aged, whereas her husband will be just a young fellow and still keenly in the game, looks and all. A man can figure out the true inwardness of her feelings when he hears a woman say: "Isn't it too bad that a girl with such a sweet disposition should be so hideously homely?" Some women are dreadfully surprised and shocked when they find out how much men do know about their sex—its mystery and all. If agreeable young unmarried women only knew what a hit they make with eligible, worth while men, when they caress, "make over," and act interested in other women's babies, they'd do it oftener. There are plenty of women who enjoy having a little affair with a mar ried man, not because they care a fig for bim, but because they delight in annoying his wife, for whom they care still less. It is reliably stated that plenty of women who take luncheon in the West-end make it a point to pick a row with the waitress so that they won't have to tip her. Many, many years ago a man we know, in a moment of reckless extravagance, paid a sovereign for a fashionable silk scarf. Ever since, when his wife wanted to pay about £ls for an insane hat, she has thrown that sovereign necktie at bim. Familiar quotation : "I want to get all of my summer things now, dear, so that after awhile you can order two or three nice suits for yourself." By "after awhile" she means next February if she means anything. What most women think they know : That men are crazy after widows. Often when a woman fondly imagines that she is making a man her slave with her languishing glances and subtle flattery, his inner self is riotously, raucously laughing at her vain imaginings.