Birdie. I rise to correct the language of Miss Giglette. I object to the word sweet. It sounds silly. The new woman will, I hope, not be a piece of confectionery, inciting men to cannibalism.
Dollie. (With slight emphasis.) Well, I don’t care! Ernestine is sweet but that’s not the worst, she’s engaged to be married. (Chorus of “Oh’s.”)
Daisy. Who is he? Oh, I didn’t mean that? Has he money? Is he a foreigner?
Pres. A foreigner with money! Bah! A foreigner is only better than the native tyrant in this, that he makes no pretension to be suffering from that antiquated, imaginary malady love. He boldly proclaims that he gives his name and reserves his freedom. He is at least honest. Engaged! Silly, weak creature, that’s enough to know of her.
Birdie. I should say!
Pres. The constitution of this club, as we all know, forbids the marriage of its members. We believe that we have a nobler work to accomplish in the world. And I repeat, for the benefit of new members, that no member of this club may receive any kind of attention from any man nor pay attentions to any man, except by consent and advice of this club.
Birdie. (Rises.) I think we ought to censure Miss Brownmuffin for recommending such a creature who is weak enough to throw herself at a man in that way, for I warrant she led him on.
Pres. Are there any other names to be presented to-day?
Sec. Yes, Mrs. Judge Stone!
Member. (Jumping up.) But no Missus is eligible. We will have no woman who is weak enough to marry a man.