MEN LOVE COMFORT.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 10, 5 March 1892, Page 221

MEN LOVE COMFORT.

Lives there a man, even in this era of effeminate youth, who really enjoys ceremony ’ John Jones, the grocer, regretted falling heir to a fortune when Mrs Jones developed aspiring ideas, and insisted upon his entering society.

We all remember Mr Boffin’s concessions to his dear old lady’s vanity, by which he continued to secure his own comfort while indulging her whims. No man thinks he is having real solid comfort if he has to sit in a room where everything is in apple-pie order. It may be because men are naturally careless, or it may be because they never know what to do with their feet and hands.

Men, as a rule, hate ceremony from the bottom of their hearts.

At a wedding, it is the bride who is sweet and smiling, the groom who is frightened and uncomfortable. At a ball, the fair bud makes the circle of the room, easy and graceful, smiling and bowing to her friends, while the tentleman at her side, no matter what may be his outside emeanor, is inwardly, let him but confess, ill at ease and always foreboding lest his collar is slipping under his ears, and his shoes are dusty, his gloves are cracking up the back, or Heaven knows what else.

No, a man is seldom at ease in the midst of order or nice arrangement, whether in the bosom of his family or elsewhere.

He wants to get his feet higher than his head, smoke, and read the paper. He wants to wade around, knee-deep in old magazines and pamphlets; he wants to flick cigar ash without molestation on the carpet, on the window-sills or on the piano. You have met with such a customer before—you have one, perhaps, right at home 1 Well, if you have, don’t enter an embargo on his freedom, for such is humanity.