AMONG THE BOOKS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LI, Issue 15513, 21 January 1914, Page 12

AMONG THE BOOKS.

The world doesn't judge a man by his own clothes, but by his wife's.—" The White Thread," by Robert Halifax.

Tho whole secret of giving parties is to ask the pretty people to meet the clever ours.— Weeds,"' by Olave M. Potter and Douglas Sladen.

Cold soup is worse than meeting an old love in spectacles.

No nice girl wants to be married her mother tells her that she can't!

"He is a long time over seeing Sybil back to her box, isn't he." "It always takes a long timo to see a pretty woman anywhere," said Sinister, composedly.

—"Youth Will be Served," by Dolf Wyllardei

There's an awful lot of rubbish talked about men not understanding women and so on. I find them as simple as daylight myself. They couldn't surprise me it they were to try. You simply want to let them take their way in little things and teach them to take your way in big ones. You can't go wrong then.—" Green Girl," by Mrs. Henry Tippett.

Dress, next to beauty, is the most deadly weapon in woman's armoury, and often supplies the want of beauty itself. The hour and the place have admittedly an enormous effect on the emotions.— " Love and Lovers," by Orme Balfour.

There are days when London isn't London; she is Venice, she is Sydney, she is the far, far East. I found Venice in her once as I sat on top of a 'bus, going out to Maida Vale. It was four in the evening. The sun was near setting. Suddenly a canal flashed on our Jolt. The long, smooth, narrow stretch ran away between tall brown houses. A red sun lay like a fallen rose on the face of the still water. In the sky, the other sun glowed in the midst of a vast rose flush that seemed to hover behind a soft and shining mist of thinnest, dimmest grey. Only a moment, while the 'bus halted for a passenger, was allowed for the scene. Then we passed, and went on among big rows of houses, though overhead was still a tender exquisite sky.--" The Marriage of Edward," by Louise Mack.

There are two things that the average man likes to be told. One is, that bis taste in dress is exceptional; the other, that he is a deep student of human nature, and knows the world thoroughly. This remark will make him your life-long friend. —" Threads of Grey and Gold,'' by Myrtle Reed.

Women don't understand*men. They are always sympathising with you or praising you. They think that is what men like, but it only means that it is what they would like. Men like to be left alone. " Water Springs," by A. C. Benson.

It's a great mistake to be unselfish when you are dealing with a man ; you might just as well be sympathetic when you are dealing with a thunderstorm. It's the right virtue in the wrong place. I wish Beryl could hear what people are saying about her; but then, unfortunately people never do hear what other people ace saying about them , x"e world would be a much better place if they did. He won't stand being taught what is right by his wife. All men are the same. The moment a,wife becomes a signpost to heaven the is as worthless to her husband as if she had become a pillar of salt. He lias no use for her; so lie just goes on his way and leaves her behind, as Lot did. It is no good marrying a professional beauty and expecting her to make a good sick-nurse. You might just as well buy a diamond tiara and expect it to turn into a flannel petticoat. — Her Ladyship's Conscience," by Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler.