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Show Gossip for Women RELAXATION, just a little letting down from the things you count wise and good the rest of the year, Is fatally easy in summer. Guard against It. Have one standard and live up to it. What though it does take more effort? ef-fort? Your fall will not know regret3. There does not seem to be much harm just to let go for a few months. Summer is made for a good time think most of us, and then we go in for that good time without counting the cost. ' If you walk on a tight rope, you'll need a balancing pole." The best balancing pole to keep you from slipping slip-ping from your winter line of conduct is a standard as strict for the "dog days" as for the first of January. How often one hear3 the scornful remark, "How like a woman!" Now, whom should she be like except ex-cept her own charming self. Surely no one admires the woman who tries to ape the stronger sex she becomes merely a feeble imitation imita-tion of a distinctly inferior article. The more true to herself a woman is the greater her fascination. A true woman who recognizes her own power and uses it wisely can do almost anything 3he wishes. Few womanly wo-manly women really recognize the great extent of their influence over man It is just as well for the men perhaps that they don't! Women are as a sex disconten' ", and rarely appreciate the good tilts at their proper valuation with which the kind gods strew their paths. When a woman says she does not understand her husband it too often means she understands only too well, but is trying to blind herself to hideous hide-ous truths that are staring her in the face. I know a perfectly splendid woman married to nn utterly worthless man. Other men and most other womon soon found him out for what he was vain, selfish, false, and quite unprincipled. unprin-cipled. Do you think she did not understand? under-stand? Of course she did. But she fought and struggled with her understanding under-standing and wore out years of her life in trying to force herself to believe be-lieve she was mistaken in what she could not help seeing. She stripped her life of joy in the struggle to clothe in make-believe rags of finery the wretched scarecrow we do in emergencies prove this. The which wo little dream. The things who painfully delude themselves. |