When a girl reading a novel begins to wet her lips, the hero and heroine
are about to meet.
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_Girls will play fast and loose with men,_
_We know; so what’s the use?_
_So first we’ll hold the loose ones, then,_
_We’ll turn the fast ones loose._
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The angels that fear to tread where fools rush in must miss a lot of fun.
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=_A woman is not a heroine, Geraldine, just because she is dying for a
man._=
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Ain’t It Awful, Mabel!
Our friend Hooper writes us that last fall he was in Alaska; went out to
spend the evening with his best girl and didn’t come back for six months.
Some night, we’d say.
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