FIRST INTERLUDE
IN the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns—and turns—and turns!
There are lots of "sure cures" for love, but the quickest and surest is—another love.
If there were only two women and one man in the world, the man would marry the brunette and then spend the rest of his life peeping over her shoulder and trying to flirt with the blonde.
A woman always embalms the corpse of a dead love; a man wisely cremates it, and plants a new love in the ashes.
A fool and her money are soon courted.