Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 238, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 October 1910 — HER SORT OF MAN [ARTICLE]

HER SORT OF MAN

SOCIETY GIRL GIVES LINE ON WHAT SHE WANTS'. ~ % „ M«n Must Be Successful, With $7,000 Income and Good Proapecta— Must Not Get Drunk In Public. "What sort of a man would I marry? Well, In the first place he’d have to be successful. Not terribly rich, though, because I have money of my own. Say five thousand a year and good prospects. Don’t care how he makes it, but he must be a good spender and have plenty of small talk. Dress? Why, of course, the men In our set have to dress well or the girls wouldn’t look at them. As for his principles and so on. I’m not awfully straight-laced, you know. What I absolutely Insist on Is that he does not get drunk In public.” The speaker, Miss Winnie M„ says Robert Haven Shauffier, in Success Magazine, was a popular member of the Smart Set In the large Northeastern city which she called home. She was tall, slender, animated, with a charming figure, light, curly hair and extraordinary flashing blue eyes. She was the only child of a millionaire and barely twenty-three. “Of course I’d like him older,” she continued. “About fifteen years older would do. The elderly ones can give a girl a better position, and I wouldn’t mind If he were a widower—either grass or sod. I know lots and lots of divorced people. And of course, If I didn’t hit it off with my husband I'd not be long about getting a divorce. M “Would I prefer remaining single to marrying a man I didn’t love?” The great eyes opened in naive astonishment. “Why don’t you know that after a few years, if a girl doesn't marry, she simply has no position? Love’s all very nice, of course, but it isn’t really necessary for marriage. . . .’’ “Children! Oh, yes. I’d want one or two, but no more. . . . Heredity? Now what does that word mean anyway?” The, average income demanded by the Smart Set girl, on which to start married life, is $7,000 a year and excellent prospects. Besides that, as a rule she expects to have money of her own. “I simply couldn’t be happy,” declares a spoiled child of fortune in the middle west, “without certain luxuries such as opera seats, trained servants to care for me, and beautiful surroundings. I simply couldn’t ride in the trolley cars. It may seem snobbish, but it’s a fact. I hate crowds, and one cannot have privacy without money.”