A DEBUTANTE’S IDEAS

Shannon News, 11 September 1928, Page 4

A DEBUTANTE’S IDEAS

ILLUMINATING DISCLOSURES.

It makes me tired to read all the stuff men are waiting to the papers about their “Ideal Woman!” “Ideal Woman, ” indeed! What about our Ideal, Man? asks a-Debutante in an English newspaper. Not that we are asking for fully-fledged angels, complete with halo and eooking diplomas, as the other party of the community is!

We don’t want an angel. We don’t mind about his . cooking abilities, either! If he can brew a cup of tea and singe a bit of bread on headachy Occasions, t>,at‘r as much as we ask!

We ask so little of our Ideal so very, very little that it seems to me any man if he eared two pins could fill the-bill!

And why .groan because we’re not like our grandmothers? We don’t groan because they 're not like their grandfathers—we’d hate it if they were! Side by Side With Men!

We’re a million times better equipped for the hazards of matrimony today than our poor, grandmothers ever were!

We make better companions! Have far more in common! Wording side by aids vpth men, wt understand, as eur grandmothers could never have d-jne, the things they’re up against’ every day. We know the rasp and fret on nerved and temper. And “understanding,” we make wider allowan-cesjr-and fewer demands! The last thing we want is an angel in the house! - ' He’d be horribly oufeof always in the way! AH we ask for is Somebody kind and strong and understanding. Somebody who can catch a glimpse of that, oh, so elusive ‘‘ other side of the question! ”

Somebody with a sense of humour! A sense of humour at all costs, please, a sense of humour! Gentle but firm—especially when there are cows about—or a mouse! And not a stickler for duU exactitudes, like minding if you say ‘Mrs Jones spont hundreds of pounds on her drawing room’ when you reaUy mean twenty-five! Or that you’d been nearly crushed to death trying to board a bus, when what you meant was somebody walked about on your new shoes! Giving Life a Sparkle. After all, one has to show a little imagination in these affairs. Sticking to “mere facts is such a thin sort of business. Life needs a bit of trim? ming up, just to get a sparkle here and' there! I like to get a few sparklesl Somebody who’d notice out loud when you’re looking your best—someone who ’d bring you home a present occasionally—sumething quite unnecessary, that you’ve been wanting for, ages just to cheer life up a bit. j Somebody big enough to keep it darljL that he could do every dashed thing you do, ten times better —even when we know it ourselves.

Somebody who wouldn’t hold a postmortem on every exploit and yet would not think us safe enough to be sent on “Carriage forward” or “To be Till Called For.”

Just somebody to laugh with. Somebody to work with. Somebody to be sad with. Somebody to play with! But first, last—and for always and always—Somebody to be in love with! You see, we’re just like our grandmother after all!