Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 114, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 May 1915 — What She Saw [ARTICLE]

What She Saw

*1 declare,” said Mrs. Olllps to her husband. “I don’t know what Sally Billlnks sees In Snide Mclnnis! But she’s going to marry him!”

“Well,” replied Olllps, “there la no great mystery about that. ‘What does she see in him?’ and ‘What does he see In her?* are two questions that have been asked, I feel safe In saying, since the beginning of time. “Sally sees in Snide one of those beautiful little things such as we used to pay a nickel for when we were kids —things full or red, white and blue glass that formed all sorts of beautiful shapes and designs. He fascinates her Just that way. “That, doubtless, Is all Sally Billlnks sees in Snide Mclnnis.” “But he is so homely!” said Mrs. Olllps. “And so stupid.” “Sally Billlnks is not the fool she looks, my dear. She made the important discovery, no doubt, that the fine and fascinating fellows are not for her. She has taken the goods that the gods provide. This is true philosophy. “Mac has likewise made the astute deduction that beautiful and accomplished women are not taking particularly to his kind of bait.

“It Is all plain to me. A green fly will land a trout on some days and on other days It requires a red fly. Green flies are not the only bait. “Sally thinks that looks and cleverness are one thing and fuel for, the gas meter is another. Mclnnis shows no Grecian countenance. His nose ought never to have happened, I admit, but it is too late now. However, he has something that is a good substitute for looks. He has laid up some treasures which the gas meter has not yet T>een able to break through and steal. See the point? “And Sally, when she discovered that she was no Lorelei, started In to learn to make biscuits. When she has the Inside information and Mclnnis has the wherewithal, why shouldn’t they marry? “It is a Samsonian cinch that when •two people say ‘I will arise as at other times before and get me a husband, or a wife,’ there will be something doing.” “But how can she love him?” “Love him! Your ignorance of your sex is appalling. A woman is like a turtle. She grabs a man and holds on to him until it thunders. She hangs on to one finger, and she doesn’t know there are any other men any more than a trout will recognize a green fly when a red one has taken his fancy,”