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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
HOW A FAT WOMAN LOOKS TO DICK
Last week Mrs. Reynolds, who lives
on the floor above-me at the hotel,
asked me if I would come to her
bridge party. I accepted the invita
tion, and yesterday at two o'clock I
presented myself at her rooms, only
to find that she was holding her party
in the public parlors.
When I got down to the door it
seemed to me that I had gotten into
a fat woman's convention. Out of
sixty women present, there were only
about ten who did not "carry weight
for age." It seems to me that all the
married women who live at the big
hotels are always fat if they are over
thirty-five. I guess it is because they
are idle. I am determined that I will
at least keep busy enough and eat
only little enough to keep my figure
if I do nothing else.
It must make a man feel rather
queer when he looks at the two-hundred-pound
woman who is gasping in
the long corset across the table from
him and contrast her with the dainty
slip of a girl who poured his coffee
when he and she were first married.
"I am so glad you came," said Mrs.
Reynolds. "Let me introduce you to
-. Mrs. McBride really looked as
though she was run into her clothes
and I know she was fondly thinking
because she had obliterated her hips,
she had succeeded in making her
over-two-hundred pounds look like
She was "putting on a lot of dog,"
as Dick says, and before I had seated
myself at her table she managed to
inform he that her gown was import
ed; that she never wore anything but
hand-made lingerie and silk stock
ings, and that she had her shoes
made to order.
Just as I was satisfied that the only
bit of apparel ou her body she had
not mentioned was her corset, she
happened to drop a card, and she said
as I mentioned the fact to her, look
ing straight at my unostentatious
white voile gown: "Let some woman
in a dollar corset pick it up. 'Mine, at
thirty dollars, is too expensive to risk
breaking the bones."
"I don't wear any corsets, Madame.
So I'll pick up the card for you. Per
haps I will have to wear them later
if I should get fat," I said pointedly
as I laid it on the table. When I told
this to Dick he simply roared and
"I know that Mrs. Reynolds. I have'
seen her with her husband, at the
restaurants and she eats from the .
time the waiter puts the bread and
butter on the table until her husband
fairly drags her away."
"And, Dick, she is just as fat in the
head as she is in other places."
Again Dick laughed and said : "You
mean 'fat-headed.' Go as far as you
like, Margie; don't mind me. Well, I
believe you, for she always looks half
"Dick, will you love me when I get
old and fat?" I asked rather wistfully.
"I may love you when you are old,
but I decline to love a fat woman. I
don't think many men care for those
awfully thin, slinking sort of women
that seem .to be the fashion now, but
when a woman gets too big to put
your arm comfortably around her
waist and too unweildy to run for a
street car I for one must call it off."
"You can easily see which is the
leisure class in America by sizing men
and women. You will find three fat
women to one fat man."
"Well, dear," I said, "I'm not going
to be one of the three, for you seem
to think it would be a good cause for
"Or, at the very least -an excuse for
falling in love with some thin lady,"
said Dick with a teasing laugh.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)