d his middle-age struggling against
embonpoint; but sooner or later he succumbs to all of them.

No man wants an "equal" but an angel. If Satan himself should decide to
marry he wouldn't go around looking for a congenial little Satanette,
but for a paragon who had a pull with St. Peter.

[Illustration]

HALF A LOVE
IS BETTER
THAN NONE

[Illustration: Half a love . . .]

WIDOWS

A WIDOW is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of
experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and
the halo of one man's approval.

Second mourning is that interesting period, at which a widow continues
to weep with one eye while she begins to flirt with the other.

When a widow comes in at the door, a debutante's chances fly out of the
window.

No matter how many wrinkles a widow may have in her face, she always has
enough at her fingertips to offset them.

Even a dead husband gives a widow some advantage over a spinster; the
very debts her husband left afford her something to boast about to the
unmarried woman who has only her own board bills to pay.

A girl takes a man for better or for worse--but a widow merely takes him
for granted.

Girls are the milk and honey which sweeten a man's life; widows, the
caviare and wine which relieve its flatness and give it spice and
piquancy.

A girl knows exactly what kind of man she wants to marry; but a widow
knows all the kinds she _doesn't_ want to marry, and usually makes a
safe selection by the wise process of elimination.

A widow's chief consolation in remarrying is probably that she finds it
less exhausting to sit up and wait for one man to come home evenings,
than to sit up and wait for a lot of them to go home.

Widows have all the honor and glory without any of the trials of
matrimony; a live husband may be a necessity, but a dead one is a
luxury.

Matrimony is the price of love--widowhood, the rebate.

IMPROVISATIONS

SPRING flowers are like spring love, so sweet and tender, but doomed to
fade quickly; it's in the autumn of life, or of the year, that we get
the hardy variety of either.

A man may honestly admire a superior woman; but when it comes to
marrying, he usually looks about for something far enough beneath him to
enjoy being ordered about and patted on the head.

A girl's heart is like her dressing-table--crowded with tenderly
cherished little souvenirs of love; a m