WOMEN WHO WAVER

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 286, 28 July 1932, Page 7

WOMEN WHO WAVER

A PREYALENT FAULT. Have you ever met the woman who can never make up her own naind? They exist in appalling numbers, these wavering women. They appear in front of you in the queue at a theatre box office and debate forten minutes whether they will be able to see in the pit or had better be extravagant and hook in the upper circle. You see th'em on shoppdng expeditions nearly causing a strike among the assistants, while they wonder whether to buy an evening gown or spend the money on a really good mackintosh and a new hat. You take them out to lunch, and they hesitate haif an hour between roast beef and mutton. Almost every sentence they utter begins "Do you tliink . . .?" or "Hadn't I better . .?" You would think that, having iived so long in this difficult worid, they might have discovered once and for ali whether blue suits thein better than green, whether they prefer white bread to brown, or whether to go no trumps

on four aces, but no! the older they grow the more undecided they become. Notliing is more exasperating to a hostess than to try and entertain a guest who presists in voicing the opinion that "it doesn't matter," to ali her suggestions for the visitor's amusement Be decided, say what you want to say, instead of beating about the bush — allow your powers of judgment to wither and confidence in yonrself will evaporate from sheer want of use. It is so much more satisfactory, as you will ali agree, to deal with a person who makes up her mind and sticks to it, for then you • know where you really are.