Show I WHAT EVERY WOMAN FACES This morning HE took out his Pal Plattsburgh bursh suit suit sult- And fingered it fingered it It th thoughtfully thoughtfully and and hung hun it up a again ln And then ho came and put his hands handson on m my shoulders And looked deep down into m my eyes ees for a long lono long Ions moment And I could not see ace him for the tho mist And there was a queer little pain In my throat But I looked at him bravely ely and unblinkIngly un- un And said nothing Ah me met mel I It is SO easy to be cynical and satirical SO easy to hunt out the little weak links In n tho the masculine armor And the funny spots In tho the masculine makeup And write little barbed Jests about them But nut sometimes I am appalled at the very GOODNESS and bigness of at men I For although the they have havo greater faults faults and and more of ot them them than than women The They also aleo have hn bigger and greater virtues So now With the ominous thun thunder er of or battlo battle sounding nearer and nearer And the war go god beating at our very gates gales And the big black headlines headlines' in the newspapers staring at me out of or tho the morning mist And m my peace of or mind And the raucous newsboys in tho the street zeppelin Ins Ins- n my heart with ever every shout shout- With MEN lE on tho the other othel side of or the I water marching out to death dath With smiles on their faces and a song on their lips And MEN on this side of at the water standing clear lr eyed and unflinching Waiting to Waiting to do what they nHI may bo ho called upon to do And AmI not knowing nor asking what it shall be he- he With men looking down with strained eyes into the th eyes ees of or their laughing child children en And with passionate tenderness Into the eyes of ot the tho women they love love- With men taking out their khaki suits suits and and fingering them thoughtfully thoughtfully thought thought- tullY tullY- fully fully- Well VeIl I shall go right on trying to be cynIcal cynical cynical ical and satirical And hunting out the little weak links In tho the masculine armor And the funny tunny spots In the mn masculine cu- cu line 0 makeup An And writing wilting little barbed Jests about them But every time I 1 pen an epigram About husbands and bachelors and lovers It will seem as though Somebody had hOod walked over my grave rayel And if It my cynicism Is a little sickly And my satire is supremely sad And the barb harb In the Joke Joko is missing missing- or is topped with Dont Don't blamo blame ME ME- ME Blame tho the kaiser ht mr 1917 by br U th tb rrt i g Co Ca |