Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

Just to prove he is only a quiet homeloving husband, Maurice strums a love song or two on a rather domestic, and no doubt surprised, egg beater. France it is not so. Why, even the laws here favor women in amazing fashion. Sometimes most unfairly. But that, after all, is none of my business. I comment, but do not criticize. THE girls of America are far more free than those of France. This freedom is far from being merely theoretical. It is ptacticed in each hour of life. And I think it detrrxts from the feminine charm which is so seductive. In France, if a girl gives you this-and-that with her eyes and the smile on her lips, you are permitted to consider yourself as having been given the absolutely perfect , liberty to step up and say something to the effect of: "Hello, Baby, how are you fixed for steady company?" But on this side of the water, girls may flirt most outrageously, and if one dares to accept the invitation extended by eyes and lips, there is a decided risk of being slapped in the face. And with so many athletes among the young women of America, this is no slight peril. I think the American girls are less reserved than those of France. That is, they show their feelings more plainly. Which, you will agree, robs them to an extent of that subtle mystery which is such an important part of feminine charm. They seem to believe in "platonic friendship" — a mingling of the sexes which is yet devoid of sex. I do not believe there is any such thing. Attraction between the sexes is based primarily on sex itself. While companionship is most desirable, sympathy and understanding essential to lasting love, the inception of love comes through sex attraction. Not necessarily beauty. For beauty has become so general Here is the proper stance for the young man about to begin a summer flirtation. Note th^ rakish angle of the hat — it's a French gesture, meaning '^come on over, baby." among women that it is almost taken for granted. And with men it is unimportant. Naturally both parties must be attractive — at least to one another. But when it comes to serious business, then a woman likes best the real, masterful type of man. And he will stick to the woman who understands and sympathizes with him. Yes, "babies" him, if you like. For the first recollection of woman in any man's consciousness has to do with his mother. And he subconsciously is seeking her counterpart. OMEN are every bit as intelligent as men. But their brains are different. It is a different sort of intelligence. And it is assisted largely by that quality we know as feminine intuition. It cannot be doubted but what it is greatly developed, usually, in the feminine gender. And women who are guided by intuition, even in preference to the famous so-called masculine logic, are generally far more correct in their conclusions— although they cannot tell you by what processes these conclusions have been formed. It is just one of those feminine mysteries, which puzzled old Solomon — and still puzzles us. I think a woman's career should be her man. There is not room for a career and a husband in one feminine heart. Mind you, I am always regarding the man as the stronger member of the team — the most masterful. There are men, of course, who submerge themselves in their wives' careers. Perhaps they are happy so. Personally, I could not be. Nor, could I love a woman whose life consisted of activities utterly independent of my own. The interests of the couple should be as one, and not so utterly divergent as in many cases. \Cont 'wued on page 75 ] 20