The WAY of ALL WOMEN in Spring

Taranaki Daily News, 7 September 1935, Page 15 (Supplement)

The WAY of ALL WOMEN in Spring

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x*y* y*AVEN'T you felt it? I mean the feeling that the winter, which undoubtedly has been thoroughly septic, is losing Cz its grip and has almost reached the stage when one can snap one’s fingers in its hard, cold face and turn towards spring, the sunshine and the flowers with a welcoming smile. Apart from one’s genuine appreciation of Nature and all that, no woman worth her salt can live on flower gardens and sun alone. Alack-a-day. And no matter hov? strong her resolutions, the warmer weather lures her out of the front gate and her neatly powdered nose is literally drawn, as with a magnet, towards those large plate glass windows of our gaily dressed city stores and thereon flattened, while two bulging eyes gaze with envy and cupidity at a fairyland of frocks and flowers. From then on a gprm attacks the female mind and a malady sets in, which is expertly diagnosed by every husband as a bout of excessive extravagance. After-dinner conversations become slightly involved. A few words re the political situation or share

market are more than likely to be replied to in terms of flares, jabots, pleats or an extraordinary bargain in the shape of imported shoes at the bare eight guineas. Disconcerting, no doubt, for the

average male, who usually manages to restrain all signs of irritation till the disease takes a violent turn for the worse, when, having been mildly discoursing on the war in Abyssinia, the enemy, without any preliminary warning, comes into his own camp demanding with a feverish eye that the x house simply MUST be entirely done up, new carpets, new curtains, and, of course, new wallpapers. / He then becomes the heavy wage-earner and administers a large dose of poverty to the patient, who becomes temporarily calmer but casts a restless orb about for fresh fields to conquer. You know that feeling, surely? Must have a real spring clean, a new permanent wave, an expensive perfume, rejuvenation of the face tissues, chaos in the kitchen, moving of all the furniture last thing at night with the aid of a strong masculine arm, regardless of heavy sighs, bridge afternoons and cocktail parties—in other words, a general ruffling up of the plumage, a good shake, spreading the jvings and going for one’s life. It’s the spring !. —LKERLE.