Show I I SAYINGS OF MRS SOL SOLO oj Copyright 1916 by the Press Publishing Publishing Publish Publish- ing Co The New York World Alas alas saith the Bachelor HOW HOWshall HOWshall shall sha a man please the heart of or a woman Yea how shall he delight her vanity Lo I said unto the tho Highbrow Damsel Damsel Dam Dam- sel eel with the new art hair and the No 7 sandals Behold thou hast a pretty wit an anthy and thy Judgment is above rubles rubies How refreshing It is to meet a woman with witha a 0 MIND r. r x But she turned to the mirror and powdered her nose cry crying ng U Alas WHAT Is the tho matter with me For I thought I was attractive I said sad unto the Blond Blona Dolt Doll I Behold Behold thou art fair my Love Thou has doves dove's eyes a a. mouth of honey and rose leaves and the figure of a diving model But she pouted mightily and refused I to be comforted saying I Go to tol Thou lovest me not for tor MYSELF I Neither fog fo the beauties of my soul but me only as a work of art to be looked at and at-and and kissed And I thought I 1 was interestIng interestIng interesting interest- interest Ing Isaid I 1 said unto the woman of 37 Lo how comforting is It to converse converse converse con con- verse with one who Is experienced and who men their ways and their byways F For r youth catch catch- eth the eye but maturity the heart and the spirit I But she smote me with her glances and put me down with bitter reproach saying How thou For behold I 1 Iam Iam am NOT Methuselah neither Delilah non thy Great-Aunt Great but only a Simple Creature of 27 I said unto the Sweet Young Thing How delightful is thy simplicity and how sweet thine innocent an and unsophisticated unsophisticated unsophisticated un un- sophisticated prattle I adore thy babyIshness babyishness babyishness baby- baby But she was exceeding bored and I yawned behind her fingers saying I Silly Boy Be not deceived ec for tor I 1 Iam Iam am a Cynic and a Woman of ot the I World Alas I 1 would that I were not SO blase I Verily verily verly not o for me me But I say unto thee 1 be c my son and weep not For in time thoU thou ble v KNOW women And when thine and thou hast r ma mathe mathe a athe the School of c coffer offer unto each the Boushe boushe Bou DOU she for her herto herto tV to the Highbrow bab Beauty Intellectual foa food Blown Rose i and to the Debutante 1 homage tj For In this thin every wo woma na every man that she ip PI charms charma which she hath N those which she shebl ht bs Yea Tea in the Masquera l every woman secretly fana fan tan a a. Beautiful BLUFF I M Selah Jl |