MEMORABLE MEN.

Feilding Star, Volume 2, Issue 316, 21 August 1924, Page 2

MEMORABLE MEN.

Half the world believes that a woman never forgets any of the men who have Crossed her path. This is a fallacy. It is only the few whom neither time nor fate can wipe out from her memory. If is not always because of love that these memorable ones hold your imagination; quite often it is some arresting twist of personality or some advance in your own spiritual development that makes these old ghosts for ever yours. No woman ever forgets, for instance, her first,hero. Looking back into the mists, .1 see the glittering joys of a babies' fancy dress ball; I see an innocent-wicked little Columbine sitting at a marble-topped table with Pierrot, both nibbling cress sandwiches. Did ever a Columbine : wear such stiff pink tarlatan skirts, and such shimmerv silk'Ai hose? (If you had spent the whole of your life wearing while woolly socks, you might understand the joy of those stockings!) Columbine's hair was covered with roses; Columbine had discovered a hero—ami t.uch a hero! Lie had talked about bird's nesting and "the fellows at our school.'' He owned a knife with two blades, and his boat had foundered on the Hound Pond. Do you suppose that I shall ever forget Pierrot- -aged eight?

He is an unforgettable man who first tells a girl that she is beautiful. He gives Cinderella her first serious lesson in poise; he shows her that fairy tales sometimes come true. In in instant her childhood lulls away, and she becomes the little sister of all the other women in.the world.

Years ago, in a restaurant, I sat near a short, dumpy boy with tho Oxford accent and no manners. Charming in a fat, babyish sort of way, he reminded mo of Little -Jack Horner, lie haunts me still. Men like' to believe that their kisses are always memorable; they imagine that we tie them up with blue ribbons and pigeon-hole them in our memories'. Some kisses are remembered; more are forgotten. "Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, .Rob) 11's lost in play-. 15uI the l<iss in Coliu's eyes Haunts iirj nigfct and^day." ICvery Woman knows that the kisses that never touched her lips :'re the ones which she can never forget.