Maxims of a Modern Maid

1922

By Marguerite Mooers Marshall

In an emergency even a good woman will deceive the man she loves. But the emergency rarely arises — he is such an expert on deceiving himself.

The end of the honeymoon is timed for the moment when you realize that instead of loving your husband's bad puns you loathe them.

It must be so nice to be a man. Whenever anybody of the opposite sex puts a poser he can look particularly superior and say: "I'm afraid I couldn't explain so that you would understand."

Home is a vastly overestimated spot. Somebody is always using the bathtub or the morris chair or the telephone when you want it.

When a young man has not quite made up his mind about a girl, that simply means she has not yet got around to making it up for him.

Very young girls prefer the pack formation. When they are a little older they hunt in couples. But in the last, long, stern chase of man each woman is a lone wolf.

When a man believes that he can take a kiss or leave it alone he — as usual — proves he is free and independent by taking it.

"Look over your dressing and see what you can omit," advises a fashion expert. But hasn't the back-to-Eve movement gone about as far as Summer and the police will allow?

The measure of a man's respect for the flapper is said to be the smallest size made.

—April 2, 1922