e following report
of indignation meetings:

"Blame Girls for 'Snugglepupping' and 'Petting Parties' in Chicago."

"Male 'Flappers' Parents hold Indignation Meeting."

"Boys who don't follow Fair Companions' Pace called 'Sissies, Poor Boobs
and Flat Tires'."

I have only seen two headings that have really interested me. One was:

"A Good Name."

The other: "Wanted, a Rare Man: aggressive yet industrious, fighting,
yet tactful and dignified. He must have a good education, and an
appearance which will give him an entree into the best homes."

I would much like to be presented to any of the men who will answer
these advertisements, though I have no doubt they are tumbling over one
another.

From Buffalo we went on to Cincinnati where I read in one of the
newspapers:

"MARGOT

"Margot Asquith, wife of the former Prime Minister of England, is in
Cincinnati.

"Men who like to believe that they know more than their wives would not
be happy with a woman like Margot for wife. She knows more than most
men, and there is scarcely anything she cannot or will not talk about.

"She wrote a book that is an encyclopedia of the inside history of
British politics and history of her time.

"There aren't many like Margot. Husbands who long after the honeymoon
like to be entertained will envy Asquith his Margot. It must be
pleasant to have a Margot in the house."

I expect the writer was pulling my leg--to use a slang expression--or
possibly pitying my husband, but it amused me.

XII: INTERESTING ST. LOUIS

INTERESTING ST. LOUIS

MET BY THE MAYOR--ANOTHER INTELLIGENT REPORTER--NEWS FROM HOME AND
VIEWS THEREON--LUNCHEON AT WOMEN'S CLUB

We were met at St. Louis station by a vast crowd of photographers,
reporters--male and female--headed by the Mayor, a grand fellow called
Henry W. Kiel. He motored me to the Hotel Statler where my rooms were
full of roses and, in spite of an iron bed, we were more than
comfortable. I am like stuff that is guaranteed not to wash, so I sat
down at once to talk to the reporters, among whom I observed one man of
supreme intelligence. Caustic and bitter, he interrupted the females and
asked to be allowed to return to us after dinner. Mr. Paul Anderson and
I had a first rate discussion, while my secretary typed and telephoned
till, with his usual consideration, he came back to send me to bed,
where I remained like a trout on a bank with piles of old _Times's_