whereas the same thing happening when he was facing in the opposite direction would cause him to tumble over backward, with excellent prospects of cracking his skull. But in obedience to an immutable but inexplicable vagary of sex, a woman follows the patently wrong, the obviously dangerous, the plainly awkward system.
As the conductor rings the starting bell, he glances toward a man who is riding on the rear platform.
"Kin you beat 'urn?" says the conductor. "I ast you kin you beat 'urn?"
The man to whom he has put the question is a married man. Being in this state of marriage he appreciates that the longer you live with them the less able are you to fathom the workings of their minds with regard to many of the simpler things of life. Speaking, therefore, from the heights of his superior understanding, he says in reply:
"Oh, well, you know how women are!"
We know how women are. But nobody knows why they are as they are.
Please let me make myself clear on one point: As an institution, and as individuals, I am for women. They constitute, and deservedly too, the most popular sex we have. Since a
