—­George B. Morewood.

MISS SCRIBBLE-"The heroine of my next story is to be one of those modern advanced girls who have ideas of their own and don’t want to get married.”

THE COLONEL (politely)-"Ah, indeed, I don’t think I ever met that type.”—­Life.

  You are a dear, sweet girl,
  God bless you and keep you—­
  Wish I could afford to do so.

Here’s to man—­he can afford anything he can get.  Here’s to woman—­she can afford anything that she can get a man to get for her.—­George Ade.

  Here’s to the soldier and his arms,
    Fall in, men, fall in;
  Here’s to woman and her arms,
    Fall in, men, fall in!

Most Southerners are gallant.  An exception is the Georgian who gave his son this advice: 

“My boy, never run after a woman or a street car—­there will be another one along in a minute or two.”

  Here’s to the maid of bashful fifteen;
  Here’s to the widow of fifty;
  Here’s to the flaunting, extravagant queen;
  And here’s to the housewife that’s thrifty. 
   Chorus: 
    Let the toast pass,—­
    Drink to the lass,
  I’ll warrant she’ll prove an excuse for the glass.

  —­Sheridan.

  Here’s to the ladies, the good, young ladies;
  But not too good, for the good die young,
  And we want no dead ones. 
  And here’s to the good old ladies,
  But not too old, for we want no dyed ones.

When a woman repulses, beware.  When a woman beckons, bewarer.—­Henriette Corkland.

The young woman had spent a busy day.

She had browbeaten fourteen salespeople, bullyragged a floor-walker, argued victoriously with a milliner, laid down the law to a modiste, nipped in the bud a taxi chauffeur’s attempt to overcharge her, made a street car conductor stop the car in the middle of a block for her, discharged her maid and engaged another, and otherwise refused to allow herself to be imposed upon.

Yet she did not smile that evening when a young man begged: 

“Let me be your protector through life!”

I am very fond of the company of ladies.  I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their silence.—­Samuel Johnson.

  Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
    Her noblest work she classes, O: 
  Her ’prentice hand she tried on man,
    An’ then she made the lasses, O.

  —­Burns.

  Not from his head was woman took,
  As made her husband to o’erlook;
  Not from his feet, as one designed
  The footstool of the stronger kind;
  But fashioned for himself, a bride;
  An equal, taken from his side.

  —­Charles Wesley.

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