Evening Star Newspaper, September 13, 1925, Page 107

THE The wounded animal stuff. There's a look in his eye which impressionable ladies like to speak of as a “hurt look.” They like to imagine that a woman, at some time or other, “has hurt him dreadfully,” and they feel very kindly and loving to him. More than likely, it's just plain nearsightedness. SUNDAY STAR, The married boy friend. His wife, he lets it be known with a heavy sigh, isn’t the inspiration to his work that she might be. The age of innocence. Rodney is the very soul of naivete. One or two of his girl friends will tell you he cultivates it. He makes the most fearful breaks, and when Rodney looks saucer- eyed, no one has the heart to chide the boy. The wistful boy. Ladies young and old are as melted wax before the wistful look. Their hearts melt, and right away they one and all want to give him presents. darn his socks and make sure that the laundry is send- ing back all his handkerchiefs. The wicked rake. “Listen, ‘hon,’ " he’s saying, “I can't come over tonight. I got to get some sleep. Out with a wild crew last evening, and I'm all in.” Girl friends get an awful kick out of advis- ing him to be a better boy. WASHINGTON, THE BOY FRIEND sv w. & L Copyright, D. C.—GRAVURE 1925, by the Chicago Tribune. SECTION—-SEPTEMBER 13, 1925. The human mosquito. is hard to pin down. enjoy the chase. The rough diamond boy friend is very handy around the place when things have to be lifted. Known as “My Boy Sheik.” He slips through the fingers easily and Difficult, but exciting for ladies who The boy friend with the intelligent brain. *“I simply late this hat. I guess it's because I lvathe purple,” said Edna to Gilman. Well, that was enough for Gilman, who is up on Freudian stuff he Glands Regulating Person- y." and can tell right off what's the matter with any one. Well, one thing seemed to lead to another, and after an hour's psychoanalyzing, Edna ad- mitted that at the age of 3 she remem- bered once being cursed at by a tramp with a purplish nose, and that explained everything. You see, she had had a sup- pressed antagonism against purple all these years. The delicate boy, who is always down with something—a cold or the old tonsil trouble maybe. His appeal is largely to the maternal nstincts. The boy friend who blushes easily. Ladies are always thinking, “Oh, what haze I said; Oh; what have I said to him.” The apron strings. Paul is always being cham- pioned by noble-minded ladies who think that Paul, being an only son, is a victim of the Oedipus complex. They try to rescue him by fair means or foul. Paul doesn’t want to he rescued.