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Show oo MAIDENS FAIR. In old Lime books the damsels swooned whene'er they had occasion; and when with loving knights they spooned, it was with shy evasion. Thev were such coy and modest things, as hoar romance discloses, that if you spoke of wedding rings they'd blush to beat the roses. They languished in their virgin bowers, embroidering, crocheting, or spent the long and luscious hours the spinet softly play-!nc: play-!nc: Th"y all were known as "females' "fe-males' then, the maid and wife and widdy ; and when girls looked on bearded men, it made them pale and giddy. But times have changed; no more we greet the girls of Scott and Cooper, but n the modern tale we meet the woman known as "super." She doesn't care a picayune for dilci-mer dilci-mer or needle; you couldn't coax this girl to swoon, no odds how much you wheedle To her the old time arts seem vain, and old traditions phoney; she goes up in a monoplane, or rides a bucking ponv. She's struck our fiction fic-tion with a rush, and when a yarn is finished, it is the bearded men who blush and hide their heads diminished. I know it's treason, if not rot, but, tired of women "super," I long for blushing' belles of Scott, and swooning girls of Coopei . j j! |