Smyrna Times

LOOK OUT FOR THE WOMEN. Young man, keep your eyes open when you are after the women. If you bite at the naked hook, you are green. Is a pretty dress or form so attractive; or a pretty face even? Flounces, boy, are no sort of consequence. A pretty face will grow old. Paint will wash off. The sweet smile of the flirt will give way to the scowl of the termagant. Another and a far different being will take the place of the lovely goddess who smiles and eats your sugar candy. The coquette will shine in the kitchen corner, and the once sparkling eye and beaming countenance will look daggers at you. Beware! Keep your eye open, boy, when you are after the women. If the dear is cross, and scolds at her mother in the back room, you may be sure you will get particular rubs all over the house. If she blushes when found at domestic duties, be sure she is of the dish rag aristocracy—little breeding and a great deal less sense. If you marry a girl who knows nothing but to commit woman-slaughter on the piano, you have got the poorest piece of music ever got up. Find one whose mind is right and then pitch. Boy, don't be hanging around like a sheep thief, as though you were ashamed to be seen in the day time, but walk up like a chicken to the dough pile, and ask for the article like a man.

—Sunday Mercury.