WOMEN WHO WAVER.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21159, 16 April 1932, Page 6 (Supplement)

WOMEN WHO WAVER.

A PFIEVALENT FAULT. Have you ever met the woman who can never mike up her own mind? They exist in appalling numbers, these wavering women.

They appear in front of you in the queue at a theatre box office and debate ten minutes whether they will be able to see in the pit, or had better be extravagant and book upper circle. You see them on shopping expeditions, nearly causing a strike among the assistants while ihey wonder whether to buy an evening gown or spend the money on a really gcod mackintosh and a new hat.

You take them out to lunch, and they hesitate liali-an-hour between roast beef and mutton.

Almost every sentence they utter begins "Do you think . . .?" or " Hadn't I better . . .?" or "What, in your opinion . . . .?"

You would think that, having lived so long in this difficult world, they might have discovered once and for all whether blue suits them better than green, whether they prefer China to Indian tea, whether to go no-trt.mps on four aces, but no! And it is not only in the little things of life that they waver. " Shall I marry him—or do you think we wouldn't get on?" they ask their friends.

It is so fatally easy to drift into this habit of burdening your family and friends with the responsibility of making your decisioa for you. After all, it is your life that you are living, and it is better to live it your own way, mistakes and all, than to let your powers of judgment wither and confidence in yourself evaporate from sheer want of use.

So if this cap comes anywhere near your size in headwear, decide at once to fight the tendency.