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"Why Wasn’t I Born a Boy?” Walls Girl Just

Beginning to Feel Restraints Imposed Because of Sex-“Do Boys Prefer Baby Talk or Drawl?” The Ans-

For if you are born a. girl, you

Answer:

Millions of other women who have felt themselves hampered at every stcp.by their sex have asked that same question, Maidie,

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9'" ma! DIX-I w: a slrl ch16- lMv ncrentt; have told me that 1 ' e on y reason ey' give for forbid ng to indulge in this, which is my favorite sport, is that I am a girl. ' am never permitted to go places while my bro- thel‘. who is only a year older than I am, goes wherever he pleases. Every Monday we have a. club sociable. have to stay in for two whole weeks, while ml’ younger brothers never get a bowling out even 11' "l?! come in at 10.30. Bu". they are boys. I am good looking and would be popular if _ my father and mother did. not think that I 1 should be kept at home all the time because 1 am a girl. why wasn't l born a boy?

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MAIDIE.

i‘ but none of them has ever gotten an. answer that helped any.

are a girl, and you a.re simply out of

iudc. As long as you live there will be millions of things that you want

to do and can't do for no other reason than that you are a woman, And there will be other millions of things that you won't want to do and that you will have to do, just for the same reason. You are a woman,

This is a man's world and the men get all the best of it and that is a fact that cannot be altered. The only thing that women can do is just accept it and not wear themselves out in rebellion against 1t.

They are

always trying to and they are always beaten in the end, because you can't

,1» bout-smart Nature.

When women go into men's occupations we make a great to-do about it, but even when they are first-rate stevedorcs or steeple climbers for

‘ women, they are still second-raters as men. . ‘said about the dancing dog.

“The so well, but that it danced at all."

They are like what Johnson wonder was not that the dog danced You hear of women ball pitchers, but

-_ there are no female Babe Ruths. And probably, if you would admit the truth. your small brothers is a better ballplayer than you are.

So, if you want to make a. success of your life, just give up deploring

the fact that you were not born a boy and make the most of yourself as a

girl. There is sound sense in the old adage that advises us to stick to

our lasts, and you will find that the women who have achieved most in

the world are those who capitalized their sex and worked along the lines

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most famous actresses are those who

interpret feminine roles; the most famous actresses are those who inter- pret feminine roles; the most popular women writers are those who re- fiect the wo en's point of view; the business women who make the most money are t ose who keep boarding houses and beauty shops and who are designers and buyers of women's and children's clothes.

But restricted as womensopportunities are and hampered as they are socially, you can still thank Goa that you belong to this generation in which girls have far more freedom and far greater opportunities than

they have ever had before.

Just think, when your grandmother was a girl she was never allowed to go out without a chaperon, or to talk to a boy unless momma “'85 in

earshot.

cupations open to a girl.

There were no athletic games. companionship between girls and boys as there is now. Nothing she could look forward to except mar-

No outdoor sports. No free No gainful oc-

riage and settling down even more than she was already settled.

But now you have a. thousand amusements, a thousand opportunities co do things even if you can't do all that boys do.

Your father and mother are quite right to keep an eye upon you, though I don't see any reason why they shouldn't let you play ball if the other girls in your community do, but they are wrong in not giving you a reasonable amount of liberty and letting you have enough tun to keep

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you from envying your brothers.

Dear Dorothy Dix-We are a group of who would like to know if boys, prefer baby talk to a drawl. girl tell if a boy likes her if he doesn't say so?

Answer:

girls from the ages of l6 to 18

How can a

We would like to know. S. V. P.

I never saw a boy who liked either baby talk or a drawl, because either one is an affectation and if there ls anything that a boy can't stand, it is

put-oil. »

The greatest mistake that a girl ever makes is when she poses as

being something different from what she is. "ofherself when she talks about her "lntwth" inbne breath and her "bath" " in the next; when she uses an accent that breaks down every now and

She makes a figure of iun

then and lapses into the way she talks at home; when she pretends to be rich when everybody knows she is pool‘, and talks about her dress being a cheap little French thing that she got for $150 at a specialty shop when she made it herself at a net cost of $1.50; when she lies about going to work because she was so bored with society and when she talks about prominent people whom she has never seen as "dear Sadie Asterbllt," or

“my friend, the Duchess of whatnot.”

_ I have never known a man to whom sincerity did not appeal and who “" did not admire and respect a girl who was honest and straightforward and just herself. So, for goodness‘ sake, don't make the mistake of think- ing you will make a hit with the boys by lisping baby talk to them, or af-

fecting a languid drawl.

The only way a. girl can tell when a boy loves her is when he tells her

IO.

And she can't always bank on that. Generally speaking, however,

actions speak louder than words and a boy gives you a. pretty good idea 0i his sentiments by the number of times he dates you up.

DOROTHY DIX.

Dear Dorothy Dix-How long must a man wait after his wife's death

before he marries again?

want to marry her, but me thiriis we should wait a yin}?

it necessary? Answer :

Not necessary, of course, but a matter of good taste.

I am .very much in love with a woman and

Do you think ONYMOUS.

Custom has

made it conventional for a. man to wait a year after his wife's death be- fore he remarrles, and a man breaks this unwritten law to his discredit. People think a. little less of him if he does, and feel that he should have paid that much respect to his wife's memory.

Nevertheless many men do marry sooner.

Many notables have mar-

ried a few months after their wives‘ deaths, so if you choose to hurry up

your wedding you have distinguished; precedents.

DOROTHY DIX.

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I might have sung great songs to- day. My soul was in the mum's sway, {And yet somehow I loot my song, My hands were busy all day long. and throbbing

I buttered-bread and baked a cake, I kissed two sleepy eyes awake. My song is gone, but in my heart Is music that can ne'er depart. The world will never hear its note, Its sweet strains do not leave my

I see tlreiftoiaslcd little heads, And. sweeter sound than any other, Oome whispered words, "I love you, noflieri" _ —-&Ialen Young Snyder.

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WORK AFFORDS CHILD ESCAPE FROM REALITY

Reality-the whole controversy of human happiness seems to centre abrut its vortex.

From babyhood on. the pull the sensitive soul seems to against it. The child cries. man sits down in respair or plunges into excem, Both manifest failure to face things as they are.

All through life we seek escapes, choosing the means suitable to our own temperament. Some buy and keep on burying-the thrill of pos- session is one avenue of release. Some depend on vicarious experi- ence through books, plays, movies. Others forget the bugaboo of the world in excessive bridge or sport. Men seek fortune, women careers, and so on.

Escaping reality, escaping things as they are. Fighting against the nettles, refusing to do the obvious and thumbing the plums from the pie in an effort to forget.

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Little Jack Homer dld sit in a. corner, you know, away from it all. probably with his back to the room where there were lessons to do or dishes to stock or the grate to clean.

Parents with sensitive children who find a factual world too hard. --who would rather read alone or sleep it off or cry a lot—might find it better to use work as a palliative instead of a stream of bright quar- ters or a succession of new toys.

Not that thrills of gifts are harm- ful-- far from itr-but they have their place and neither thrill nor possession over proved medicine for failure to be happy.

Happiness comes from self and nowhere else. And there is abso- lutely no glow on earth like the feeling that one has put a Job through-

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Even a child, g iven tasks that a child can do of course, will usually react nirprisingly. He won't if he is criticised too much or if the work is entirely unco enfal w his na- ture-everyone different. But even co, once he's licked a Job, he's going to feel pretty good.

‘rhrills and p accessions are all right in their way because it. is hu- man to ploy and ' to but if the mother is looking for a real cure. something that will come from within the heart itself, she will think up ways and means for action. -

Hobbies help,‘ but they are a be- ginning uid not an end. Real Jobs well done cause a glow of pride nothing else equals. It is the only absolute "escape" for any of us. 'I‘his and the feeling of hcloing others. ‘ .

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AT HER. FEET

She was a dear, old-fashioned, modest, simple maiden lady. And when she announced the fact that she thought of paying a chiropodist a visit her dearest friend was as- tonished.

"I didn't know you suffered from corns," remarked the friend.

"I don't," replied the old lady, mildly. "Neither am I afflicted with bunions, ohllblains, nor any other pains in the feet."

Her friend gazed at her with growing consternation.

“Then, my dear," she remonstra-

ted gently, "what on earth do you want to visit a chiropodist for?" The little old lady's cheeks blush- ed a. delicate pink as she leaned forward and whispered:- "It's this way, my dear. I do so want to be able to boast that at least once in my life I had a man at my feet!"

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SCARBERRY

CHAPTER 12

Billie looked Charity over pro- fessionally. "With your oval, slen- der facc, I know just what Y0“ need. A Joan of Arc hair cut. Straight around your head below your ears-and bangs, rather long. You won't know yourself." Charity was speechless. She felt as though she were cutting her- self away from everything she had held dear. Her long black shiny hair had been her one great pride. Billie worked silently for awhile. Several times _she stood back to look and smile sympathetically at Charity’! tears. When she had fin- ished she sighed happily. "That's a darn good job, Mrs. Temple-if I do say so myself. Where's your make-up?"

"I--I haven't anything but pow- der," Charity said apologetically.

Billie said threatingly.‘ “If you

look in the mirror before I'm through with you, I'll smack you down. I'm going to ‘get my war paint." Charity covered‘ her face with her hands and waited miserably till Billie ran back with her make- up- ‘Then she sat patiently while Billie worked away earnestly at her cheeks and lips. In a little while she-stood away. her head back to one side speculatively.

"I'm going to take oi! about a yard of those heavy eyebrows of

yours. They spoil all my hard work". Charity suflered while Billie

took her twcaeers and plucked. In a few minutes Billie took another look-Jinan grinned broadly. “You may gaze upon yourself now, Cleopatra."

With shaking knees, Charity walked to the mirror. But the girl she saw there was so transformed thatohestoodrootedtothespot. It could not be she-Charity Jones Temple. It was all a dream.

For there before her was a vis- ion of while, slender youth. Char- ity knew in one glance she looked ton years younger. Her black hair

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hung around her face in shiny curves; the bangs and the slehdfi‘ eyebrows enhanced her gray eyes until they glowed like stars. Or. perhaps it was the faint touch of color Billie had put in her cheeks. She opened her mouth to discover that her teeth gleamed like pearls against the rose of her rouged mouth. '

silently she turned and held her arms out to Billie. Billie hugged her happily. "You're pleased‘, aren't you?" .

"It-just isn't me." Charity chok- ed then- "bu-but I do like it."

Billie grabbed _her arm. "Were going down to the beach while you're still sold on yourself—and knock ‘em dead."

Charity had gone so far in letting Billie make he rover that she fol- lowed without protest. But her heart beat painfully. Bllie knew there wasn't a girl in Doug Tem- pies party who looked any more at- trsctiv eat the moment than his own wife. And it would please her no end to burn a few of the tab- bles who had laughed behind their hostess‘ back.

They were within a few feet of the crowd when suddenly Charity stopped. to grab Billie! arm fear- fully. "Look. there's a man in the water-calling for help. He's-way out."

In a second midi-ity was streak- ing down the sand, her black hair flying.

No one recognised the tall figure that dashed down the beach and into the water.

Charity had taken the situation in at a glance when she heard the man's cry for help-end the screams of the girls. Only one men, she saw as she plunged into the icy Sound, was making an attempt to swim out.

"Go back’ ‘she called es she pes- sed the slow swimming would-be

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water h tin pond at home. Some- thing in the d ' ‘ manner in which the strange girl had thrown herself into the wafer and moved out with swift lure strokes held the crowd buck. They watched breathlesely while she swam nearer and nearer to the half drowned men.

As he came to the surface again by her aide. she realised with a stcrtthatitwasBatcli. Hewnliri his street clothes. He was not mo exhausted to fight, and for a mo- ment Charity feared he would pull her-yonder. Holding him up with nut diflicuity, one pulled her and back and hit him on the cilia with all her strength.