" LADIES' MEN."

Waikato Times, Volume XXXII, Issue 2635, 1 June 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

" LADIES' MEN."

Br liia air and gait, the ultra fashionable style of his clothing, the killing curl of his moustache, the " look-aud-die " expression of his simpering face, his stream of small talk and sundry other signs and tokens of a plethora of vanity and a lack of soul and brain, you may distinguish at a glance the individual who plumes liimupon being a " lady's man." His belief in his own irresistibility is written all over him ; and, to say the truth, your ladies' men have some grounds for their self-conceit. It is undubitable that girls do sometimes fall in love, or what they suppose to be love—with fellows who look as if they had walked out of tailor's fashion plates—creatures that by the aid of the various artists who contribute to the make up of human popinjays — have been converted into superb samples of what art can effect in the way of giving men an unmanly appearance. The woman who manies one of these (lutterers is to be pitied, for, if she has any glimmerings of common sense, and a heart under her bodice, alio will soon discover that her dainty husband lias no more of a man's spirit in him than an automatic figure on a Savoyard's hand organ. But a woman worth a true man's love is never caught by such a specimen of hollow-ware. A sensible woman is, in fact, a terror to ladies' men, for they are aware that her penetrating eye looks through them and sounds the depth of their emptiness. She knows the man indeed from the trumpery counterfeit, and has no touch of the mackerel propensity to jump at a flashy bait in her wholesome composition. The ladies' man should be permitted to live and die a bachelor. His vocation is to dangle after the sex, to talk soft nonsense, to carry shawls and fans, to astonish boarding school misses and to kindle love flames as evanescent and and harmless as the twinkle of a lightening bug.—N.Y. Ledger.