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Solomon, in an epoch more frankly unmoral than any of which history has cognizance, a native girl of Shulam dared express her preference for an unknown shepherd boy to a monarch in all his splendor and gave us The Song of Songs. It is the first evangel of the heart.
This age-old questing by women, undoubtedly has been due to something more fundamental than mere gnawing curiosity. Unquestionably, it had its mainspring in a seeking, a blind sort of groping for perfection in man.
When a woman finds this ideal blending of qualities and characteristic in man her curiosity is satisfied and we find love.
He is the vase to hold the quintessence of her own ideals.
She is blind to all but her lover. She wants nobody else. Their compliments seem flat and banal to her. She becomes forgetful of self and desirous only of pleasing her adored one. That is why I do not believe a woman can truly love but one man at a time.
History records many instances where women have perished nobly for the man to whom they have given their heart — but can you imagine, dear reader, two men being the cause of so great a sacrifice?
Too much I believe has the perfect love of a past age become the sex attraction of a later age. There are those who wish to arrange their relationship on a comfortably prosaic level without any high strung pretense of sentimental love.
To reduce love to such a cold unimpassioned routine is to miss the possibilities of a deep, enduring passion.
All women at some critical moment in their lives have wondered — what is the supreme happiness?
For some it is the love of fame and fortune. For others the love of a child.
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Fredric March, Miriam Hopkins and Gary Cooper in the picturization of Noel Coward's Design for Living work out an interesting problem in polyandry. Polyandry is nothing new but the notion that women are monogamists by nature and that men
are polygamists is ancient and outivorn, Miriam says
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