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Show THE WOMAN'S TOUCH This being our first column in the Eagle, we would like to explain a little about it. It is written for the women, although I sujppose the men might take a peek. We hope that you will find it interesting and inspiring. Today to start our column ofrj, we would like to classify our main subject, "Women". Take one pair of capri pants,, a new recipe, one telephone, and a sink full of dirty dishes; mix well; add a generous portion por-tion of time" and a pinch of temperment. Handle gently and you are almost certain to Have a woman. -Women are found everywhere every-where --cleaning under, dusting ' on top of, running to, yelling at, and shopping for. She likes, new dresses, fresh linen, children that behave be-have when company comes, flowers, beauty shops, attentionj hot baths, and money. : She dislikes, ironing, picking pick-ing up after her husband, tracked in mud, two day beards, parallel paral-lel parking, and paying bills. God borrows from many creatures to make a woman. He uses the curiosity of a cat, the stubborness of a mule, the speed of a gazelle, the temperment temper-ment of a wolverine, the soft-, ness of a kitten, the slyness of a fox, and to top it all off, he .adds a mysterious mind. A woman is sadness, sending her first child off to school. Happiness, by being remembered remem-bered when least expected. Disgust, with a run in her last pair of nylons. Beauty with a mud pack on her face, and curlers in her hair. Innocence , with a checkbook that 'dosrilt balance. f inger and. Embarrassment, with ten cents in her purse. . Nobody else can accomplish the impossible at least once a day. Nobody else is so easy to 'irritate or so quick to smile. Nobody else can fix a broken doorknob with a rubberband. Nobody else, can cram into one kitchen drawer, a dozen pa per bags, two hundred recipes clipped from the paper, a half a deck of cards, assorted spools of thread, twenty-four broken pencils, unpaid bills, last years Christmas cards, and one can of fried noodles. Yes, she's Eve, Joan of Arc, Deliah and Florence Nightengale Nighten-gale allxrolled into one. But all her faults melt when she beams proudly and says, "And this is mi, family. " |