A crabbed old misogynist said to Ethel Barrymore at a dinner in Bar Harbor:
"Woman! Feminism! Suffrage! Bah! Why, there isn't a woman alive who wouldn't rather be beautiful than intelligent."
"That's because," said Miss Barrymore calmly, "so many men are stupid while so few are blind."
HE—"When I proposed to Flossie she asked me for a little time to make up her mind."
SHE (the hated rival)—"Oh! So she makes that up too, does she?"
Woman is certainly coming into her own. Even in tender romance she is exerting an influence.
The young man had just been accepted. In his rapture he exclaimed, "But do you think, my love, I am good enough for you?"