AMONG THE BOOKS

New Zealand Herald, Volume LI, Issue 15625, 3 June 1914, Page 10

AMONG THE BOOKS

" When one sort of -woman knows that a man depends 'upon her for profiling guidance, she does not pine for kisses." ► "Why do men who don't deserve it always get loved divinely?" : " Telegrams were invented by the father of, lies, undoubtedly. After all, anything will do for written on pint paper in Somebody else's pencil scribble. Thai is- one convenience of these, modern' days,". •«:" Dca't get tragic, with -the very nicest men wen,' however much they love you. Secretly, .-all men loathe tragedy. Never hysterics. Pretend. to be rather a limited idiot, and they'll love you blindly." "I see you are English. "Sou carry your chin inwards, and look up under your eyebrows. If you were American, you would push ; your ; chin outwards, v ted look down .under your, eyelids.." ; .There. is .the eternal difference. To me, both nations have beau-. tiful women. ■ It is a' mere matter of neck deportment, yet even necks express differences of soul.'' ; . If '.'The Prince's Shadow," by Mrs. Baillio Saunders, , - > ' >■£•;,: N; ,•■' ; „■!;< Have you ever noticed, said Morgot, that there are '-only two, kinds of old ladies—| birdy-faced ■' and the J toadyfaced? 'One is'thin ahd> beaky, and the other stretches wide-ways, and you always fini that Iho' tirdy cues want bonnets with feathers. Then people with' duncoloured hair, pale eyes; and no coloured complexions always' like .to dress in drab.. I ; should like :to know why these things ore. Well, said .Elizabeth; of course people express - themselves ; to > somo dicgroo in their, clothes. Which accounts for a Ger'man Frau ift whosl family I lived when I was v.' learning.' German, - laughed ' Maigot. Her passion In life was bedding. She had all her mattresses covered in bine-checked .stuff, and the' sheets trimmed with lace which she made with a crochet-hook. Her figure was just like her own, mattress, and shot dressed ? tho, part in six-inch square Checks trimmed with guipure. ' When she had : ■ added maroon kid gloves, a sailor hat, /arid elastic-sided ; boots, v the • effect was arresting.— Hat ' Shop, by Mrs. Peel. • . '• '• . ■

(;-• •> . ? .i v- : Herman Parker once- worked for SaintGaudens in the- Thirty-Sixth Street studio. This young man was then courting a girl, and, as ho; wished to. appear at his best when met her crossing on tho ferry each night, he took great care to brush up arid put'a trorceoits polish on his shoes before leaving the.utudio. The lengthyjawey of cleaning seemed to get on Saint-Caua-ens' nerves. Bo one evening, when Herman dropped the shoe-brush accidently, making a great racket, tho artist, at the tinvo , working on the elevated platform and standing on a lot of piled-up boxes, suddenly took box after box and threw or. kicked them' to the door below, shouting and (wearing. Then all was quiet. Herman, from' the little office in front, ran back with shaky knees, expecting to find the whole monument on the floor in pieces, when he regained his speech and asked what had happened, Samt-Gau3ens calmly replied, " Tiiat was the echo of the brash. —'•The Reminiscences of Augustus SaintQaudens," by Homer Saint-Gaudens.

Nearly everything worth doing in the world has bcondone by tremendously pra* tical people, who are also tremendously imaginative. Mrs. Hancock never spent a day without mentioning her military origin. Sho had formed the habit when blio married the late Mr. Hancock, who was in business in provincial town where peopio required constantly reminding that sho really was somebody of importance. ••Here comes tho undunipisher. "What's that V Uwlurapishors," said Mr. Mitchell, "are people who, the moment they come near, cause that sudden lightening of the heart which makes life seem a party." " I didn't know I was one," said Emma. " You wouldn t, ebicl Mr. Mitchell. " The moment an undumpisiier. becomes aware of his calling, he automatically ceases to be an undumpisher." , —" Gay Morning," by J. E. Buckroße.

' "That's one of the joys of being young —the joy of hunger 1 We can stuff gloriously, and eat ices and drink anytiling and never think about next morning, 'Or take mosquitoes," she said; "It's a V-u that people are getting on when thoy worry about mosquitoes. I hear Stella wandering about her room at . night with Buskin's Mornings in Florence, and tlion there's a crash and a sigh, and I know she's missed. But as for me, tie mosquitoes may have my bluest veins to suck. Nothing can wake me when I'm once asleep." "These great gifts make us insolent to tho old," he declared.. "Only the old are poor— unhappy things who take about little bottles for little troubles, and little; pillows fo rlittle pains—the sad folk who look at a menu as people look at a hand in a game—to consider what they had better discard,' Do we ■ read menus? No ;or if we do, it's for greediness, not discretion. . We don't need disCretion.'lWe, go dashing ' gloriously on, tasting everything in life;-' Nothing shocks •us/ nothing gives ua mental 'or physical ' indigestion, We try all things.—" The Joy of .Youth," by Eden Phillpotts. •