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“Ah, but wait a minute,” replied Mildred calmly. “The ‘mob’ are not to
be invited to pour in from the street. Each one must apply for a
membership ticket, give name and address, and wait a few days before it
is granted. There may be, perhaps, a slight nominal fee. They will
appreciate it more to have this little formality about it. Moreover, the
lady who is at the head of the club, and who will be a person of
character and tact, will have authority to exclude any unruly member.
Nothing will be said about rules. They will be received as if they were
of course expected to behave well.
“Five or six of the ‘King’s Daughters’ have agreed to be in attendance
every night, with as many gentlemen who are their escorts. They will
play for dancing and gymnastics whenever it is needed. They will act as
daughters of a host and receive and introduce their guests. They will
join in the singing and the games and the conversation, and, with the
gentlemen whom they bring, will, I think, be far more effectual in
encouraging good manners than any number of rules.
“Now that everything has been planned and the wherewithal provided, I
have had no difficulty in getting some hundreds of agreeable, well-bred
young ladies from the different churches who have each pledged
themselves to bring some gentleman to assist them and to give one
evening a week faithfully to the social club.
“It is distinctly understood that there is to be no authority exercised
by them, no patronizing tolerated, and charity, and that other odious
word philanthropy, not so much as thought of.
“All are to meet on the same footing, simply as young people who are met
to have a good time in an orderly, pleasant way.
“At first there will doubtless be hoidenish manners, a good deal of
simpering and whispering and flat talk, which of course must be ignored.
But by and by the presence of ten refined, Christian young gentlemen and
ladies with tact and quick wit will make itself felt. There will be
charades and word games like twenty questions, and a hundred such merry
ways of passing the time, of which these girls have never dreamed. They
will go home with new ideas about dress and manners and ways of having a
good time. The veriest boor, who may begin by tipping back in his chair
and picking his teeth, will not fail to observe finally that if he
wishes to retain the respect of his ‘best girl’ his manners must conform
a little more to those of that young law student who spent half an hour
the other night showing her how to play parchesi, and then helped her on
with her waterproof, put up her umbrella for her, and bowed her a
pleasant good evening.
“I assure you,” continued Mildred, “I have made the discovery that the
best way to turn a silly little chit into a self-respecting woman is for
a gentleman to treat her as if she were one. And the best way to make a
stupid clown appear at his best is for a young lady of tact to try to
draw him out.
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