All this about her, we are told is so—
But is it the truth? I would like to know.
Is the girl of now just a surface girl?
Or is there grey matter back of each fluffy curl?
Just look at the records and you will see,
In school and college and university,
She can hold her own with the best of the boys,
Can hold it and keep it without any "noise,"
Or with true philosophy, she can "go bust"
If need be, and not be so terribly "fussed."
She can marry a poor man and when needs arise
She can keep his house clean and can make him "some" pies.
She don't need to "worry" or "listen," perforce—
She just simply does it—a matter of course.
But is it the truth? I would like to know.
Is the girl of now just a surface girl?
Or is there grey matter back of each fluffy curl?
Just look at the records and you will see,
In school and college and university,
She can hold her own with the best of the boys,
Can hold it and keep it without any "noise,"
Or with true philosophy, she can "go bust"
If need be, and not be so terribly "fussed."
She can marry a poor man and when needs arise
She can keep his house clean and can make him "some" pies.
She don't need to "worry" or "listen," perforce—
She just simply does it—a matter of course.
We love the dear ladies of long, long ago,
Who surely make happy the stately old beaux,
But the girls of the present fit their time and age,
And match up with the men, who're not any too sage.
Old things may be best in their own time and place
In progress we keep but the best of each race.
With this reasoning then, we perceive the "new woman'
The highest product of the race we call human.
Who surely make happy the stately old beaux,
But the girls of the present fit their time and age,
And match up with the men, who're not any too sage.
Old things may be best in their own time and place
In progress we keep but the best of each race.
With this reasoning then, we perceive the "new woman'
The highest product of the race we call human.
