YOUTHS I LIKE.

Waikato Times, Volume 100, Issue 16818, 9 June 1926, Page 4

YOUTHS I LIKE.

VERDICT OF AN AUTHORITY. BRITISH TYPE THE BEST. I do not know much of men—or care much. They either overlook me entirely or talk to me in the "you're-a-dear-Iltlle-girl" way, which is so hard to bear, (says a writer in the Daily Mail.) But I am an authority on youths. Some people find them uninteresting, but to me they arc most diverting, on account of their infinite variety. It is only when Ihey leave their youth that they become boring. The ones I like best have Oxford voices (not bags!), charming manners, and Intelligent conversation. They also take it for granted that girls are not entirely devoid of brains, which is rather pleasing. The young and <ahnoccnt type is rather attractive. When he blushes vividly at my approach I am filled with a laudable desire to protect him from the wicked world. Unfortunately his bloom is short, though sweet. The strong though silent, youth is exasperating, particularly as his taciturnity is either a pose or a cloak for stupidity. I once danced for a whole evening with one whose sole contributions to the gaiety of the occasion were "yes," "no," and "charming."

The young man who comes down from the university stuffed with theoi' T les as to how the world should be run Is supposed to be rattier trying. Personally I don't mind him, being callow and ignorant myscu, but I believe he Is excessively irritating to older people particularly when he implies lhat senile decay sets in at the age of twentylive.

The youth who imagines he understands women' is annoying. The matinee idol would probably be very nice if he had not been systematically spoilt from his cradle and failed to cultivate mind or manners. He is invariably a beautiful dancer, but believes that a profile is a substitute for conversation and excuses double faults at tennis. By far ihe nicest youth is the truly British type—good-looking, but not vain, transparently honest, good at games, and better still at losing them.