THE man who goes to choose a bride should cautious be, and falcon-eyed,
or he will harvest woes; it is a most important chore—more so than going
to the store to buy a suit of clothes. If you have dreams of pleasant
nights around the fire, and home delights, sidestep the giddy maid whose
thoughts are all of hats and gowns, and other female hand-me-downs, of
show and dress parade. And always shun the festive skirt who’ll never
miss a chance to flirt with men, at any cost; she may seem sweet and
charming now, but, as your own and only frau, she’s sure to be a frost.
And when you see a woman near, who hankers for a high career, and combs
her hair back straight, who says she’s wedded to her art, whose brow is
high, whose tongue is tart—oh, Clarence, pull your freight! Select a
damsel safe and sane, who has no folly in her brain, who wants to build
a home; if you can win that sort of bride, peace shall with you and
yours abide, and crown your old bald dome.
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