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Another thing to remember is this: Keep the mind active. There's
nothing that will make a stolid, bovine face like a brain that isn't
made to get up and hustle. Don't sit around and read lovey-dovey novels
or spend your time chatting with that stupid woman next door. Don't
forget that life is short and there's not a moment to waste. When hubby
discusses the question of expansion just pipe up and show him what you
know about it. Don't get into an argument with him, but let him see
that you read the papers and that you know a thing or two about passing
events.
Then don't stay cooped up in the house. Go out every day, if it's only
to the corner market, and if you have to wade through snowdrifts. In
short, be up and doing. Don't dwell on past griefs or griefs that have
not yet arrived. Study is mental development, and mental development
usually means a bright, pleasing expression.
USELESS BEAUTY.
As a general rule, the man of brains and good sense--and he's the only
man worth considering seriously--heartily despises the useless beauty.
By this I mean the woman who is always togged up and crimped and curled
and looks as if she were not worth a row of pins except as a means of
livelihood to the modistes and the milliners and the hairdressers! The
kind of beauty that I like is the sort that is active, doing,
achieving, and working for some good. I believe, and fully too, that we
can all appear at our best and yet not look as if we were made of cut
glass and Dresden that would crack or break or peel off if the lake
winds happened to take a fancy to blow our way. It may sound at a
frightful variance from the general preaching of the beauty teacher,
but--between you and me and the ice cream soda that we do not drink
because it upsets our stomachs and ruins our complexions--I have simply
no use whatever for the little girl who puts in the entire day (and
half the night) fussing over her complexion, kinking her hair into
seventeen little twists and curlycues, and dabbling lotions and things
on her nose till you can't rest. A certain amount of all this is
necessary, but don't give your life over to it. The waste of time is
enough to make one want to be a Patagonian lady whose sole adornments
in the beautifying line consist of a necklace of elephant's teeth and a
few Patagonian babies. When beautifying gets to the stage where one has
no time for mental refurbishing it ceases to be beauty culture, and is
simply nonsense
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