nfession when
you begin discussing love in the abstract and gazing concretely into one
another's eyes.

Marriage is a photogravure made from the glowing illusions which Love
has painted on the canvas of the heart.

A woman may have to reach heaven before she tastes supernal joy; but to
taste supreme punishment she has only to watch the love-mist die out of
a man's eyes.

Nothing frightens a man like a woman's stony silence. Somehow in spite
of his lack of intuition, he has a subconscious premonition that her
love is _dead_ when she is too weary and disinterested to "_answer
back_."

The satisfaction in flattering a man consists in the fact that, whether
you lay it on thick or thin, rough or smooth, a little of it is always
bound to stick.

Love is a furnace in which the man builds the fire, and forever
afterward expects the woman to keep it glowing, by supplying all the
fuel.

The gods must love summer flirtations--they die so young.

A man may have heart enough to love more than one woman at a time, but
unless he is a fatalist he should have brains enough not to try it.

When love dies a wise married couple give its ashes a respectful burial,
and hang a good photograph of it on the wall for the benefit of the
public.

[Illustration]

EVERY TIME A MAN
FALLS IN LOVE HE
FANCIES THAT HE HAS
JUST DISCOVERED A
BRAND NEW SENSATION;
BUT, ALAS, IT ALWAYS
TURNS OUT, LIKE THE
HOTEL SOUP, TO BE
JUST THE SAME OLD
"STOCK" WITH A DIFFERENT
FLAVORING

[Illustration: A brand new sensation . . .]

SECOND MARRIAGES

HINTS ON HOW TO CONDUCT ENCORE PERFORMANCES OF THE CEREMONY

A BRIDE at her second wedding does not wear a veil. She wants to _see_
what she is getting.

Always send your former husband a notice of your marriage; true
politeness consists in giving pleasure to others.

If you meet your ex-husband's fiancee, treat her with sympathetic
courtesy. Remember that she is more to be pitied than scorned.

If the bridegroom does not show up, marry the best man. After a few
weeks you will not be able to notice the difference between them. Either
will make you the same old excuses, tell you the same stories and give
you the same "stock" kisses in the morning.

When your second husband begins to speak wistfully of your first
husband, do not chide him; remember that misery loves company, and
p