Show j II SAYINGS OF MRS IRS SOLOMON I By HELEN ROWLAND ROWLAND- Copyright 1916 by The Press Publishing Publishing Publishing Pub Pub- lishing Co The New York Evening World My daughter the bachelor hath bath said in his heart Oh Providence Pro s send nd me the perfect woman whom I seek even the ideal I have searched all the days of my youth Send me a woman whose kisses are sweeter than than wine and warmer than sunbeams yet who doth not expect me meto meto me meto to kiss her on Thursday because I have kissed her on Wednesday For why shall it rain today because it hath bath rained yest yesterday And why shall it be fair tomorrow because It Is fair today Therefore why shall a man be hungry hungry hungry hun hun- gry or thirsty or sentimental this week because he was hungry or thirsty or sentimental last week Send me a woman who doth not glance in in inthe the restaurant mirror nor norI j I powder her nose between courses when II I take her forth to dinner l I Send me a woman who doth not sing The Rosary neither A Little Love nor tell me the plot of a photoplay photo photo- play Send me a woman who doth not ask where hast thou been neither why hast halt thou stayed a away way from me me neither when wilt thou come again Send me a woman who doth not talk when I have a grouch nor pout when I am distrait nor weep when I am un un- un- un reasonable Send me a woman who sho doth not chatter to me of other men who adore her nor reproach me for admiring other women Send me a woman who doth cloth not plunge In fn front of taxicabs nor get off offa a street car backward nor make me meI carry an umbrella nor urge me to wear rubbers nor immerse herself in New I Mown Hay and Vera VIoletta and Mary GaEden perfume Send me a women who Is always there when I desire her company and never there when I do not Send me a woman who no strings strings' on me me no claims no devotion and no promises Send me a woman who doth not giggle giggle giggle gig gig- gle doth not say How perfectly lovely doth not call tall me upon the telephone and doth not expect me to write long letters but is satisfied with telegrams and post cards and occasional absent treatment Send me a woman who doth cloth not try stunts upon me who doth not assume perpetual pose who doth not overwork overwork overwork over over- work her eyes and who doth not seek to entangle me in matrimony against my will Yea verily verily send me such an anone anone one And I will follow after her all an the days of my life life life-at at intervals Love me devotedly now devotedly now and then And think tenderly of her always always- even when I am kissing another woman Selah |