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Show I Dorothy Dix Talks I , 'WARE THE SUMMER GIRLS, BOYS By DOBOTHT DIX, The World . Highest Pa!d WoM .Write K You are about to start forth on your j summer vacation, son, with money in H your pocket, and peace In your soul K and nothing on your mind heavier than H your new split straw. M All thoughts of matrimony, and dis- M case, and death, and the other catas- WpL trophies that are liable to overtake ggj mankind, sooner or later, are afar H from you; yet anon shall you return H engaged and spend the balance of H your life in wondering how It hap- penccL So sudden, like that! H For no one has warned you against 1 the perils you are about to face, or H handed you a friendly tip to the effect H that summer is the open season for H husband hunting when all girls go gun- H ning for their prey. Nor has any one B told you that the summer does strange H things to a woman's looks so that the M maiden who was merely nice looking H in the winter is a tearing beauty In H the summer, and she with whom you H , would have discussed Ibsen and Shaw H and suffrage in December, you will H make love to in July. H Nobody knows why these things H are so. They merely are, and that's H all there is to It. If there were no m more summers there would be precious B few weddings. There Is some occult H connection between the stato of a R man's affections and the thermometer, H which is amply proven by the fact that H the farther south you go the rarer be- H! come old bachelors, until when you Hf reach the tropic latitudes you find H matrimony a continuous epidemic. HI But, be that as it may, what we are Mn concerned with now is not the fate of Hv those who marry early and often, but H of those who desire to defer the bliss- H ful day until such time as they have V had a raise In salary and can con- H, template the high cost of loving with- m out having cold chills chase each other !up and down their spines. "Fosoward is forearmed," says the old proverb. 'To know where danger m i lies gives a man, at least, a chance to ; defend himself against it. Let us, H then, consider some of the types of H i summer girls against whom a young H man should be on his guard unless he M ;i is anxious to quick-step up to the al- M ' jir to the tune of that Lohengrin H thing. H t First, and most obvious, is the gon- H ! uine, old fashioned blown-in-the-bottle' H ' summer girl in white muslin and with H a drooping' hat wreathed with flowers. H She's a summer annual that has been H blooming ever since the garden of Ed- m ' p i ... .1 H-'.T-t -h . h i r-r '. l 1 i j i, ia on, but every succesEive generation of men, from Adam down, have fallen for ner, because she looks exactly like every man thinks the ideal woman ought to look. To all outward appearances she is a gentle, shy, fluttering innocent, and when she glances demurely up In a man's faco from'under that flopping hat brim, his heart turns ovpr like a dying fish and he's dono for. If you'd get all the men you know who are married to flabby, wishy-washv, dull, silly wives on the witness stand and make them tell how and when and where they proposed to the ladles to whom they are tied for life, you would find that nine tenths of them popped the question to a while muslin dress on a starry night in June. 'Ware the muslin dress, son, as you value your freedom. Reflect that things are not always what they seem and that any girl who hasn't got three chins and carrotty hair looks like an angel in white. Also reflect that laundry laun-dry comes high, and the simpler a dress is the more it costs. Therefore, when the maiden In white seeks to decoy de-coy you into strolls in the moonlight along the beach, say her nay. Keep her under the big electric light in the crowded veranda, lest you becomo the victim of her millinery. |
