“Say, boss, I’ve gotta write an essay on ‘Woman.’  Where’ll I begin?”

“I was outspoken in my sentiments at the club today,” said Mrs. Garrulous to her husband the other evening.  With a look of astonishment he replied: 

“I can’t believe it, my dear.  Who outspoke you?”

A party of Americans were dining in Paris with Premier Clemenceau, when one of the Americans was heard to say:  “I’ll bet she will—­”

“I wouldn’t do that,” interposed Clemenceau—­“bet on anything that she will do.  You can never tell what a woman will do.”

“Ah,” said the American, “but you interrupted me too soon, monsieur.  I was going to say that I would bet that she would do the unexpected.”

“Ah, but don’t do that, either,” cautioned Clemenceau.  “Even that is not a safe bet.”

The most consoling thing about going to the cinemas is seeing so many women in the pictures opening their mouths and not saying a word you can hear.

  When lovely woman wants a favor,
  And finds, too late, that man won’t bend,
  What earthly circumstance can save her
  From disappointment in the end?

  The only way to bring him over,
  The last experiment to try,
  Whether a husband or a lover,
  If he have feeling is—­to cry.

  —­Poebe Cary.

During the flu epidemic in San Francisco, when all public meeting-places were closed, and the entire population was compelled to wear masks to prevent the spread of the disease, a drunken man was overheard muttering: 

“Well, I’m an old man, but I have lived my time and am ready to quit.  I have lived to see four great things come to pass—­the end of the war, the churches closed, saloons left open, and the women muzzled.”—­Judge.

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?”

His strong-minded fiancee looked sternly at him for a moment and replied, “Good enough for me?  You’ve got to be!”—­Judge.

ONE—­“Yes, in a battle of tongues a woman can always hold her own.”

THE OTHER—­“Perhaps she can.  But why doesn’t she?”

Young Arthur was wrestling with a lesson in grammar.  “Father,” said he, thoughtfully, “what part of speech is woman?”

“Woman, my boy, is not part of speech; she is all of it,” returned father.