Show SOME SAYINGS OF MRS SOLOMON SOLOMONI I Will wm my beloved observe that I am wearing a new hat this evening He lIe will not Will wm he ho notice that my shoes are a amy amy aray my ray gloves loves tone In beautifully Wi Will 1 he take note that my hair Is perfect perfect match for my gown and that freshly and that my finger fingernails fingernails fingernails nails shine as the pink lights In a Broadway restaurant lie He will not He will observe only that I am fully tully clothed and look right Yet I say unto thee If It my hat were of last years year's vintage and my shoes were off color and my gloves were frayed at the fingers my beloved would not miss them for they would be as many motes In iii his eye Behold If It I were a frump trump my beloved I would know It Instantly and be exceeding exceeding ex ex- miserable and sad of ot heart And when he gazed at other women he would wonder why ho he had picked me Doth my beloved observe when he cometh home an hour late with the fragrance of ot the last round upon his lips that the smile with which I greet him Is sweeter than honey haney though I Imay Imay Imay may bite my tongue In two to stifle the reproaches thereon He lIe doth not Yet if it I greeted him with tears and and accusations my beloved would climb up on his dignity and his grouch would know no brother Yea In his heart he would call me nagger Yet if it I uttered the bitter complain complain- ings lags wherewith my heart Is filled he would be exceeding injured and filled with righteous wrath thereat For this is the fate tate of at every woman who that she must become as asa asa asa a mans man's teeth which he doth not no notice notice no- no tice save when they give him pan pan Verily verily the faults of ot a a wife wite are all positive but her virtues are all negative And a man the woman of ot his heart the highest compliment and the greatest honor and the most beautiful tribute of ot which he i is capable when he saith of ot her liO Lo she he Is the only woman In the world who doth not get upon my nerves Selah I ht 1917 1317 b by the Publishing Co a The Tho New Tork World |