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Show REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR GIRL. By Helen Rowland. A woman looks upon matrimony as a sacrament; sacra-ment; a man regards it as a sacrifice. Both are right. It takes six men, all of them very much in love, to write as many letters as one girl who is just a 'little bit in love. Allowing for the difference in perspective, after af-ter all, husbands are just like other men. When two people wake up from love's young dream, the woman's first thought is, "How can I patch it up?" the man's, "How can I break it off?" A man's anxiety to talk about his latest love affair is only equaled by his reticence in regard to all those that have gone before. Matiimony to a bachelor is like a salad a bandbox, band-box, or a newspaper; it looks interesting, but he feels suspicious of what's in'it. Infatuation is like a rose, saccharine and ephemeral; ephe-meral; love is like an immortelle, crisp and everlasting. |
