Rivalry and Chivalry.

The age of chivalry is not totally dead, but it can only survive while women allow men to believe that they are not quite capable of looking after themselves. It is difficult for a young male to believe that the “only girl” requires

The Height Of His Ambition.

“She looked so frail that he felt like Carnera and Joe Louis and Mr. Schmelling and the League of Nations rolled up in muscle.”

his protection and assistance immediately after she has finished belting him all over a tennis court and reducing him to pulp. It must appear like “love's labour lost” to croon protectively over a young amazon who is in the habit of taking corners at “sixty” on two wheels. Believe us, the mid-Victorian misses knew their music. There was method in their vapours; they made history with hysterics and realised the efficacy of a well-timed swoon. Not that we want to see the modern girl swooning all over the shop but, believe us girls, a touch of the old technique is still effective. In conclusion,

Men must work,
And women must weep,
If out of their plighted troth,
They'd reap
The harvest of Joy—
The sort of thing
That marriage is always
Supposed to bring.
A tear in time,
Or even a wail,
Is useful to melt
The simple male,
And render him easy
To take and mould,
As women have done
Since times of old.
Don't scorn hysteries,
They play their part
In melting the male's
Protective heart
Nor spurn the “vapours,”
They've stood the test;
And old-fashioned methods
Are always best.
Don't claim your “rights,”
With any vim—
But get your man
And lean on him.

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