Hints for Lovers

There is something exasperatingly something-or-otherish about girls. And they know it-which makes them more something-or-otherish still:-there is no other word for it. * * *A girl is a complicated thing. It is made up of clothes, smiles, a pompadour, things of which space and prudence forbid the enumeration here. These things by themselves do not constitute a girl which is obvious; nor is any one girl without these things which is not too obvious. Where the things end and the girl begins many men have tried to find out. Many girls would like to be men except on occasions. At least so they say, but perhaps this is just a part of their something-or-otherishness. Why they should want to be men, men cannot conceive. Men pale before them, grow hot and cold before them, run before them (and after them), swear by them (and at them), and a bit of a chit of a thing in short skirts and lisle-thread stockings will twist able-bodied males round her little finger. It is an open secret that girls are fonder of men than they are of one another which is very lucky for the men. Girls differ; and the same girl is different at different times. When she is by herself, she is one thing.