BLONDES
NEXT to a mouse or a rich widow, there is nothing on earth that a normal girl dreads so much as a blonde.
No matter how many brunettes a man may have married from time to time you can always be perfectly sure that there has been a blonde in his life.
A woman with dark hair and eyes may make men admire her, but in order to make one of them propose she must blondine her temperament down to the roots.
The dusky Cleopatra may have succeeded in making fools of a few men, but it took a dizzy little blonde like Helen of Troy to make a lot of men make fools of themselves.
In order to be popular with men, in these days, a brunette must be either brilliant, interesting, rich or beautiful; but a blonde doesn't have to be anything but a blonde.
You may fight a brunette, dearie, as woman to woman, but when you fight a blonde you fight a cherished masculine tradition.
Why is it that in all the novels and motion picture plays the vampires and adventuresses have dark hair and black eyes, while the innocent, persecuted angels are all blondes—whereas in real life it is always the other way 'round.
Generally speaking, there are two kinds of blondes: blondes by birth and blondes by preference. These are subdivided into golden blondes, diamond blondes, strawberry blondes—and undecided blondes; that is, those who have not yet decided on their favorite shade.
Sometimes illness turns a woman's hair gray, and sometimes it merely turns it dark at the roots. A little peroxide is a treacherous thing!
All this talk about the "yellow peril" is nonsense. There is no more danger in permitting your husband to employ a pretty blonde stenographer than there is in throwing a lighted match into the wastebasket.
When love flies out of the window the tame cat and the sympathetic blonde tip-toe in by opposite doors.
