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ATTENTION, gentlemen! If you want to know
how you react on the opposite sex you'll
find the answer given here by famous women of
. the world of art and society.- Even a wealthy
socialite, whom the papers have widely photo
graphed with Prince Valdemar, Count of Rosen
borg, tells the truth about what she thinks of
you!
By Helen Stewart
FIRST women wanted love and marriage, then
the scenes shifted and they cried loudly from
the housetops for "careers": now they're demand-
ing the right to have their cake
and eat it too they want both!
No foolin'. Every year is Leap
Year for the modern career
woman. 1 know! I ran down this
Leap Year myth by questioning
dozens of successful women, all
at the top of the ladder in the
field of art, business and society.
I asked them all this question :
"What do you want in a man?
If you go to a cocktail tea and
you meet a group of men for the
first time what attracts you
what repels you ?"
I found out that these modern beauty-and-brains
Dianas want a man's protection, not from the big,
bad world OUTSIDE themselves, as did the older
woman, but against something INSIDE themselves.
In short, they want protection against their own
emotions! Unlike their mothers, they have much
experience with men. and stress ELIMINATION
rather than SELECTION. And they all want a
home, regardless of what their career might be.
I QUESTIONED a red-haired pianist whose salary
is the envy of men, and a blonde any man or
woman would like to hear sing. Their requirements
in men are as sharply contrasting as their color
ing, but there are some pointy these modern, self
supporting women agree on. They all hate men
who are gossips. If the gossip extends to women.
No Leap Year Worries For Career Women;
They Don't Depend On Men For Anything!
Parade of Prospective Husbands Given Highly Critical Inspection by the Modern Miss
Whose Talents Keep Her Looking a Long Time Before She Leaps
Helen Stewart
it is unforgivable. A man who makes them feel
ill-at-ease at a party or makes, them squirm be
cause of his superior attitude is out. A few of them
definitely object to a man who drinks at all, and
without exception they demand that if a man
drinks he must do so in moderation.
Women choose husband material as well as mer
chandise by what appeals to the eye. They all agree
that a man must be their idea of "attractive." He
need not be handsome, but must be well groomed
and courteous.
A cle-.er writer, who left Vanity Fair to join
the advertising staff of a large Western agency,
states without hesitation: "I. pick the man who
makes me laugh. I want to be gay that's what a
man means to me. The men I meet at tea never
associate themselves in my mind with my work,
or my career."
Take, however, another young woman, a busi
ness executive who directs hundreds of men each
week in her work. She says she must admit that
she will linger over her cup with a man from
whom she is learning something. She will even
put up with a bore to the exclusion of a more at
tractive man, if the bore has contacts that will
be of value to her in her career. She puts him in
her index of men she may have to use some day.
Her purpose in life is "ambition" spelled with a
capital "A"!
This same person does not deny that her real
weakness is for a man who appeals to her love of
chivalry.
THIS reminds us of Frances Wilkinson, that
smart commercial artist a San Francisco de
partment store recently imported from Washing
ton, D. C, to draw fashion designs. She says she
f,alls for some man she thinks she can lean on for
awhile, but he always seems to turn out to be a
straw man, who becomes a clinging vine!
Annette Hastings, one of the West's outstanding
examples of beauty and talent combined, has some
definite opinions about what she wants in a man.
She says she must RESPECT a man she spends
even a little time with at a party. Her work keeps
her so busy that she has no time for the frivolous
type of man. She has won a good scholarship and
her golden voice is being groomed for opera. She
values a brilliant man, but vows she cannot be
fooled by a man who is bluffing. She likes a man
from whom she can learn something." Beware, she
says, of the glamorous type! They are usually sel
fish. Annette Hastings states flatly that chivalry in a
man is a rare flower. 'Lots of men with fine quali
ties do hot possess it. It is latent in most men.
Tall, dark, languorous Barbara Jo Allen, famed
as an actress on the London and New York stage
before she came West, says that a man at a first
meeting can attract her by his wit. Above all she
dislikes affectedness in a man and she glorifies
"naturalness."
DIMINUTIVE, red-haired Edna Fischer, of piano
fame, whose earnings allow her to wear those
just-right shades of green and to top it all off with
an ermine wrap, says this: "Dependability is what
I value most in a man. I admire an effect of quality
in the way a man dresses and I cannot abide a
'sheik' type. A man dressed in all the latest gad
gets, I cannot see. I like a man to be healthy and
husky looking, and the ear-mark of a man I like
is one who likes animals. (Smart girl, we call
Edna.) It simply never enters my head that I need
protection maybe that comes from my having
lived all over the world."
One Junior League girl has a weakness for the
Army and Navy type of man. The high-caliber
man, who still has a charming, light "line" with
the ladies at a tea party. She. declares a military
training will knock the smallness and gossipiness
out of an otherwise ungentlemanly boor.
Acknowledged queen of the younger Junior
Leaguers of San Francisco, beautiful Christine
Henry recently embarked on her own career, and
her measuring stick for men is the touchstone for
happiness we recommend:
"I notice how a man behaves with other men.
I like a man that other men like. I mistrust, a man
that is not all-around and well-balanced. He must
be liked by both men and women. Dignity he must
have tolerance, gentleness, and that spark of per
sonality you know what I mean."
NOW here's a contrast to them all. How would
you classify this woman? We'll have to call
' her "X." She is connected with a government serv
ice and is called "assistant director" in her depart
ment. You know the kind of assistant who really
runs the place.
Well, she says the trouble with the modern
career woman is that she wants a Don Juan and
when she gets him she is disappointed. She marries
. him because he is the kind all women love and
then doesn't like that quality in a husband!
Listen to this from her, "When I go to a cocktail
tea I want to spend my time with a man whose
slightly critical, humorous sophistication gives me
a Dorothy Parker view of the world."
Perhaps modern inventions, which give the ca
reer woman the opportunity to eliminate more
suitors than her grandmother even had a passing
acquaintance with have dispelled the Leap Year
myth.
Something, at any rate, certainly has!
"WILDCATS" - a , i ii if li A ME WH0 f0UGHT APACHt
of the CALAMITY JANE IND'A',S1 "ullT
WEST RAILROADS
FOR hard riding, hard drinking, straight shoot
ing and swearing, "Calamity Jane" outclassed
all other "Wildcats of the West." She fought
Apaches in Arizona, helped build the Union Paciui
Railroad in Nebraska and is reputed to have been
one of those daring souls who took part in Custer s
last stand. Definitely, this makes her a part of the
early, if somewhat ribald, history of the Western
empire.
What was she like? Well, she was as useful on
a Western bull train as a man, and back in the
1870's knew practically every bullwhacker around
Cheyenne intimately.
Unquestionably Martha Jane Canary (her proper
name) has been the heroine of a dozen Western
dime novels and as many sentimental romances
of higher caliber.
Her mother, Charlotte Canary, back in Missouri,
was one of the wives who kept her youth and sen
suous beauty in her late twenties, and could swear
like a gentleman. The family traveled West and
little Jane lived an exciting life with this female
parent whose morals were free and whose ability
to carry her liquor made her one of the then
infamous women of the Middle West.
FROM her birth Jane was set apart from the deli
cate, modest members of the gentler sex. She
learned to swear with a determination that later
won her the right "to buy the drinks for the
house" and flourish a gun with the best of men
or worst.
Martha Jane traveled with the daring frontiers
men in whichever band she happened to find the
gentleman of her temporary choice. She was never
any embarrassment to this particular gentleman,
for no coddling was necessary to keep her in high
spirits. She could ride like a man, often donned
men's garb, flourished two guns like a motion
picture bandit of today and drank at any bar.
She was one of the pioneers who helped build.
Deadwood City, Virginia City, and was said to be
the "last scout to get away from Custer before
the massacre."
BECAUSE of her curious ramblings and dare
devil way of living she was called "Calamity
Jane." Wherever there was trouble, Indian wars,
gold rushes or saloons, the trail of Jane could be
picked up. Apparently she feared nothing and
never regretted her mode of life. Practically every
state in the West has claimed her, but none can
be sure of anything except that she did as she
pleased and would take groceries from a store at
the point of a gun for soldiers who were ill or
families in want. Her generosity was exceeded only
by her capacity to drinit and "shoot up" the whole
town in a fit of temper.
Men who had been a part of her early life and
Fined A Speeder $25
And Got Cougar For Pet!
Now Long Beach, Cal., Judge Wonders
What to Do With His Growing Lion
JUDGE FRED B. JAMESON hiked off a pair of
thick hobnailed soles and never saw a mountain
lion. Then he hung his rifle on the wall of his Bixby
Township courthouse, at Long Beach, California,
and avowed there was more sport in catching reck
less drivers.
The first wild motorist brought before the
judge after that had to borrow $25 to pay a fine.
As securiy he left a six-weeks-old cougar kitten.
The speedster never returned, and the judge has
the lion for a pet!
Six months old, growing fast and getting pretty
tough for even the . tough motorcycle police to
tussle with, "Tuffy," as Judge Jameson named his
pet, leads anything but a pampered life. He roams
a big, wild wood-ish back yard and is fettered by a
steel chain. He climbs a pepper tree faster every
day. He drinks milk and eats raw meat, disdains
cooked food, and plays with live rabbits as a do
mestic cat plays with a ball of yarn.
THE judge looks ruefully upon his fast-growing
lion cub. Soon "Tuffy" will be too big and too
tough, like his savage six-foot forebears to be a
satisfactory pet. Then the lion will go into a zoo
somewhere, the judge says. At least the animal
who had grown with the West to become cultured
business men saw to it that her funeral in Dead
wood was an impressive affair, and half the town
streamed up the road to Mount Moriah Cemetery
where she was buried and where a little monument
gave her credit for at least one marriage by nam
ing her "Mrs. Jane Burke, 53."
V, -i, . r 3 YBPW
Every man to hie own tatte In petal Judge Fred B. Jame
aon of Long Beach, Juttlce of the Peaoe of Blxby town
ahlp, likes to tuaale with hla eix-montha-old cougar. Abova
action photo ahows "Tuffy" about to nip the Judge's oar.
won't come to death by a bullet and win & $50
sheepmen's bounty.
Judge Jameson defends "Tuffy" against those
who say mountain lions are no good as pets.
"Why, he's harmless," the judge contends. "He's
just as playful as a kitten. His claws are pretty
sharp, of course, but then de doesn't know any
better. His teeth are Just soft milk-teeth yet. He
doesn't get rough at all unless he gets out in the
hot sun and gets warm from a lot of tussling."
The judge holds no ill-will against the young lion
for an occasional nip of the ear or scratch of the
neck in the lively no-holds-barred matches con
ducted by the judge and his motorcycle officer
friends daily in the Jameson backyard.
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