Woman's World

Manawatu Times, Volume XLIX, Issue 2346, 16 January 1926, Page 7

Woman's World

Jewelled and embroidered gauntlets in contrasting colours pander to the glove whimsies of the wealthy. Emeralds and diamonds, for Instance, on a grey suede ground. Meanwhile ‘nous autres’ can be quite happy in the knowledge that our simple gauntleted gloves in pale tones are the best style, and always look well. Hosiery is still distinctly of the various tones of sunburn, and the earlier indication of a possible return to black has not so far materialised. With the sunburn tones, however, there is a considerable commingling of silver grey hose. « « n n tt n

nnß » n n THE SUPER SENSITIVE GIRL. IS THERE A CURE? As quite a young girl, Maisie was the victim of an acute super-sensit-iveness. It made her very mltidful 01 the hurts of others and she was much beloved on that account ny various aunties, and two adoring grandmammas. But her mother watched the signs of that every growing susceptibility with Inward disquiet knowing t\ ell that there was another side of the medal. Maisle was also very senstive to her own hurts. And she was so easily wounded. Nothing more si)ikingly Illustrated the truism that we all have the defects of our qualities than this tremulous sensitiveness. It is sometimes terribly akin to vanity; and its self-consclounesa can be a bane both to the sensitive one and those who have to associate with her. Looking for Trouble. The super-sensitive girl simply cannot help looking for trouble. She sees unfriendliness where it does not exist. Interpreting mere indifference (and that is where vanity comes in!) as actual enmity. She attributes deep and dark motives to people mentally incapable of the subtle and psychological processes they would involve. Maisie’s sagacious mother saw her little only daughter travelling fasi along that road which leads to exaggerated introspection: the curse of the super-sensitive. She realised that if it was to be cured it must be cur ed young! Very gently she took the girl in hand, and with little mothei ly talks tried to draw a picture of Maisle as Maisie appeared to others, not to her susceptible seif. Convinced that the one and only remedy was the cultivation of humour and a sense of propo'Uon, she. did not spare Maleic's blushes or even her tears. She was just a little cruel to be kind. One of a World. She pointed out that Maisie, indubitably a good-hearted girl, a quality of which mother was very proud, was also-very prone to contrast her own generous impulses with the lack of mom In others. That lack might be real or imaginary; often It was the latter. But in any case, the goodness of goodness, so to speak, diminished in proportion as it looked for a return. Then she went on to demonstrate the danger of living In a supersensitive world of one’s own, dwarfing and sometimes slaying outright the saving sense of humour that enables us to see things in proper proportion—particularly ourselves in relation1 ’to the great big world. The minute she got Maisie to laugh at herself, she knew the first stage of the euro had begun! To-day, the grown-up Maisie’s sensitiveness is the more precious because It la smilingly masked beneath an outward aspect of hardihood, and a wit that has garnered much worldly wisdom. K.C.