MEN AND THEIR CUES.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXII, Issue 19101, 20 August 1925, Page 14

MEN AND THEIR CUES.

A pretty friend of mine announced that she was going to marry a selfish good-for-nothing in preference to a devoted, kind-hearted rival. "Why?" I asked. " Peter is a rascai and Maurice is a perfect brick." "Oh, Maurice always misses his cues!" she answered. "I could never be happy with a man who can't even be prompted. It's such uphill work. You'd think compliments were the most immoral things, the way Maurice avoids them. "If I ask him does he like my newfrock (though he hasn't perceived its newness), ho will say with an effort, 'Yes,' and then with perfect ease, 'You have a smut on your nose!' The other day I said how comfy it was to be shingled—and that was a cue, if anything was. All he said was, 'Yes, it must bo very comfortable!' Not a word about how nice I looked shingled! "On the other hand, Peter never misses a cue. Life will be a perfect romantic comedy with Peter. He will say, 'That's a now frock. It's topping!' without hoing prompted I have only to give the merest hint and ho will say, 'I love tho way you turn your head when you smile!' And, after all, you know, it's not the man who carries the coals for you that you love but tho man who admires your eyes." And, though I know sho's wrong, writes Jane Hawthorn, I know also that to many a woman an occasional heartache is much more bearable than the daily wounding of . her vanity. It's tho small change that makes people happy, not the LO.U.'s.