COMES THE DAY!
There comes a day in many a woman’s life when she has a THOUGHT. Namely: “I MUST start on a diet.”
A mere trifle may bring on this thought. Such as:
a) a saleswoman murmurs, “Well, dear, perhaps a size 38 would be just a wee bit more comfy.”
b) a taxi driver asks, “Where to, Madam?” (they’ve always called you “Miss”).
c) a husbandly voice commands, “Sit in front with me, Sonnie, and give mother the back seat where she can spread.”
d) walking down Main Street you catch a quick, dreadfully candid glimpse of yourself in a plate glass window. “Heavens!”
If the THOUGHT has come to you, it is likely, alas, to be followed swiftly by second, third, fourth, and fifth thoughts. Thus:
2) “Oh well, I’m not so very fat.”
3) “As it is, I don’t eat enough to keep a bird alive.”
4) “Anyhow, I come by it naturally—look at my own mother!”
5) “Besides, diets are dreadful.”
We won’t argue with you about thoughts 2, 3 or 4, assuming that you know more about your weight, your intake, and your mother than we do. But when you get to thought 5, we rise up, thus: