WOMAN'S WORLD.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LII, Issue 44, 17 March 1909, Page 4

WOMAN'S WORLD.

WOMAN'S BEAUTY. (Conducted by "Lygia.") What is the most beautiful thing in the world? Thi's tjuetftion is a dillicu't one to answer, for appreciation of sight, like, sou'nd, is almost entirely a matter of 'individual taste, live persons out ,of six .will probably say a lovely woman's i'acc is the most beautiful thing on •ear'th. but'there again, we are .all apt to differ as to what constituted a woman's beauty, lieauty is perhaps divided into three classes—'prettincss, dependent almost entirely «on coloring; loveliness, consisting of an >indelintable admirationcompelling cli'arm; and the beauty of entire perfection of feature and coloring, a beauty that is undeniable and yet sometimes' fails to attract us because the charm of loveliness, is Tacking.

There are many (persons .who think a ilo;wer the most iVMIIy lovely ut all creations, while others say there is nothing like the ever-changing beauty of that atmosphere we call the sky. 'Jit is true that few sights can outvie the glow rag beauty of ii sunset's ephenieraMridesCence. Momentarily changing from one lovely sh'adc to> another, deep-en-in# at last into the touching, ineffably peaceful hours of twiligh'l. that turns again' into darkness ii|ghtened with shimmering stars, and followed in i'ts turn bv the inspiring hours of dawn, which inerge so ; im-perceptibly once more into* sunlit day, truly the sky is a neverending theme of beauty. \et to my mind.iO'tcr thinking for months oil this very subject. 1 have come to the conclusion t'hut the nfost beautiful of all sights is the flight a bird. It is an inspiration, and for (grace and poise, swiftness and faultless freedom of mowmcurt» t'hlere is .nothing like it oi even faintly to be imagined in its subtle suggestion of a. perfection at which we can only guess. HUSBANDS A!S LOVERS.

X wa» asked the other day by a plaintive .young bride if 1 could tell her "-why husbands* are so ashamed of being thought lovers, .when lovers do jipt •mind Itow 'sillv they lookV" It is true .1 have Kck-n a*man whbui I knew to be devotedly Pond of his 'wife draw bin arm a'w'ay with obvious impatience when she laid'her h'and for a moment on it—yet there was no, oiije there -but his little daughter and myself, and the wife, who wtis s\till a young and very cha.rniing wbnian. lie*drew a-Vay almost in apparent distaste. if you ask a man the reason of this, he .will doubtk'ss ,say do not care to kliow their deepest feelings." Quite so; then .we must assume the lover's feelings are ni'crely evanescent, j'or of all the sillies!!! It is <>ne ol the j'sycholiOgical mysteries of life—an engaged and "spoony" young man does i,ot mi'nd how silly he looks, while a husbandls one id'ea is to show none of the foolish preference he mo doubt feels for the 'woman he h'as chosen to be his wife. . • ,

lis it expl'aiued by the following quotation: "A man 'in low is a lrfan who wishes to. be more amiable and agreeable than he n'ally c J an be, aiul this is the reason ,why all men in love appear ddiculous"? 1 leave -the other sex to urfawer and to tell me the difference between a husband's "loving" and being "in. love." Is there anything m'ore .really boring to his more intimate frie/nds and reVdtiofiis thiin the average young man, who fancies himself deeply in, love? AU conversation veers round to "her." If you .mention .politics he hastily assures you "Mollie" is not a \iolitieiam ; if you talk of mere brains, there is nothing xeally t, J he cannot do; while if you mention, iK'auty or virtm—-but if you are really wise—you don't! Yet this same infatuated creature, who is telling the sister ■whom .he has only a year or two ago des]vise<l because she was "only a girl,' .ho'w pei J f'i\'tly n very tiling perfect his "Midlie" is, will some day doubtless degenerate— n.o. I mean rise—'into the hus.band tl.'at revc-rts once, more to the .woln'au-despisihg state of mind. A ,OOMICAL POEM.

it is a comical old world and there are many clever comedians at nuuiv of our playhouses, but .none more comic than, tiie unconscious humorist who cannot act. , A little poem in an open book Ih'at is lying on my table, 1 do n'ot know b'y whom, Jits into my dissertation on tlie mooning stage of spoo,ny love: ••()' 10-r, it it> the greatest b'ore , To .hlivc a friend who's lost life heart A short time ago. I've heard her thoroughly described A hundred .times, Pm sure; And all the while I've tried to simile And .pa'liently endure. And .so 1 would all women could

Jie o'er the M'a; .Kur 'tis the most- egregious bore Ol' all ,tlie bores 1 kuo.w, . 'To.li'.ive a friund who's lost hits heart A sHiort lime a^o. AJy only com'mi'jit on the vvrses—whether 'pertinent or merely impertinent 1 leave the .male and female reader to decide—is, why baJikh the women'! A STORY. L add a little story to my notebook •10-d'ay. The story is true, and ie> of a v.it'ty doctior who hyus sent for .by A Woman i»i poor circumstances to see lier child, w'h'u was sull'ering from acute brnjiHiiti*. Tin* doctor examined the Child's ohv&'t, ami then aaid to the ;miother: "Ilav e you, done 'for lier, or ,g"iYc.n her anything to relieve her?'' '! o which the woman replied: "Yes, Gregory's powdeHs, but the ainginggoes on| in her client jast the same." "Ah!" remarked. the doctor drily, H'hose ure merely Gregorian, chants!" D'oubtlwss the mother was greatly impressed by this j&ieutilto diagnosis.