About thirty-six hundred months ago, Mr. W. Shakespeare which refused time and time again to appear in the movies, ride in a airplane, operate a typewriter, attend Ziegfeld Follies or speak over the radio, fin'ly bowed to public demand and consented to write the followin':
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman!
Well, that's all right as far as it goes, but like a bookkeeper's wages it don't go far enough, what I mean, For one thing, there's much more girls prowlin' gracefully around now than there was in the noted year of 1600 a.d.—which, as the initials shows, was All Different. Maybe in them days you could talk your ways into the tender hearts of what few ladies hadn't made other arrangements, but in the current year mere conversation will get you nowheres with the skin you love to touch!
By a odd coincidence, the modern damsel's motto is that actions talk much more vociferous than re-
