The Star of Eve.

This applies, of course, to man alone. Woman, or the seeker sex, has her own technique. She calls attention to her intentions by gilding the lily and rouging the rose. Although she can change her mind without changing her hat, she never changes her course in following the Star of Eve, which has always dominated the feminine firmament. Usually progressive, yet she pins her faith to the frock of ages, and sends the bills to Adam to add ‘em. She has done this ever since her skirt was a sort of legal brief done in parchment. Even when she has not got “a stitch to wear” she is never of “two minds with but a shingle short.” She

“A camel wearing spats.”

page 51 recognises the power of the dress. Expressed with suitable drapery:

The love change that fickle fancy
finds, To fill the emptiness in mortal
minds, And keep them on the track of
sanity,
Is utilised by Eve for vanity.

And so when life appears a trifle flat,

She counteracts the feeling with a
hat.
Or if she feels particularly “down,”

She goes and blows the gas bill on a
gown. The ways of Destiny indeed are
queer. In vain Man asks himself why he is
here. But Woman never asks if Life's a
jest, She knows that she is here to “look
her best.”