ENGLAND’S PRETTY GIRLS.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 19349, 9 December 1924, Page 5

ENGLAND’S PRETTY GIRLS.

Various counties in England have, from time to time, claimed to produce the prettiest girls; laud, as Wembley year has tiest girls from all over the country ■. t/uidon this summer;, there is a natural curiosity to discover where the prettiest come from.

But, considering the number of really pretty girls to be found in every town and village, it is surely an invidious task to give one section of England preference over any other. Different parts produce different types, and different types attract different people. Beauty, Shakespeare remarks, is “m the eyes of the beholder,” and there is no absolute criterion.

But what we can say with great assurance is that the English girl of to-day has not lost her looks. Indeed, the outdoor life she leads and her interest in games have given her a glow of health and a springiness of stop which much enhance her looks and her figure. London girls themselves can well stand comparison with those from any of the centres famed for their pretty girls, and in no country of the world is the standard of looks higher than it is in Great Britain.

CHOOSING A HOLIDAY PARTNER. At this time of the year every other girl you meet is trying to arrange her summer holiday. “Where to go” i 8 an enthralling dream; “whom to go with” usually ends by becoming an abominable nightmare. One of the greatest of life’s minor tragedies is to see the right things with the wrong person. To be tied to the same girl all day and every day it, to say the least, trying. After a week or two the noblest principles and the most exquisite ideas—if they always emanate from the same person—are apt to cloy. Unless you are absolutely certain that you and your friend have fundamental tastes in common, it is better to go away with a crowd.

It is even better to go wtih your own family, although the great drawback of the family holiday is that it is impossible to come homo and boast loudly of splendid days and great little adventures that were all your very own. At the same time there is much to be said for the family holiday. At least, you all know each other’s limitations. You are not likely to embark upon a caravan tour, and then discover that Maysie is afraid to groom the horse and that Margaret refuses to take her turn cooking the lunch.

Given a persuasive chatterer and a girl who needs a holiday, the whole thing is fixed up in no 1 time. Little does either think that at the end of the holiday she will arrive home with frayed nerves, a strained friendship, and a firm resolve “never to go awav with her again!” After all, choosing your holiday partner (or being chosen) is like taking a ticket in the Calcutta Sweep; it may enrich you for life—or it may not.

If you should hit upon the ideal partner, then take .Shakespeare's advice and “grapple her to thy soul with hooks of steel.’’ Book her for next year, and pray that she does not get married meanwhile.—World’s News.