With woman’s rising importance in the economic world, this double standard will cease. Already it is showing signs of age. Woman has traded the fragility of the hot-house rose for the sturdier wind-blown beauty of the wild rose, and she has not suffered for it. The old legend that men admired only the shy retiring girl has been shattered. The business girl is not left to sit at home in the evening while her more simple sister is wooed. Far from it—men are anxious to win the favor of these new women. Nor do they ask for ignorance in them, nor decline to marry them when they discover their knowledge of life. The modern girl, who accepts a friendship if she wishes one, has no difficulty in finding a permanent mate when she desires to. The time will come when the double code is but an unpleasant memory of an incomplete civilization. Woman has the choice. It is more probable, and will be infinitely more beneficial to the race, that she will choose a single standard, whereby men and women may be monogamous, if they desire, but may elect any other course that is mutually agreeable. Under such a system, prostitution will wither, or will be carried on only by those who select it voluntarily, and the exploitation of young and innocent girls will end. _Courtship._—The average person believes that courtship ends when the minister brushes the bride’s cheek with his ecclesiastical lips. And this belief is the rock on which marriage founders. The girl, once married, is convinced that her life-work has been accomplished, so she ceases to consider her new husband. How many young girls are there who would come down to entertain her beau for the evening with frowsy hair, and in an untidy house dress? Not one. When a young man is coming to call, the girl primps and dresses in her most becoming frocks. She fixes her hair smartly, powders, and looks as alluring as possible when she opens the door for him. One year after they are married, the man comes in after a weary day’s work and finds a dowdy woman, with wisps of hair streaking an unpowdered face, through which a shiny nose gleams like a beaconlight. When the beau comes wooing, the young girl sees that the living room is neat and dusted. When the young husband returns in the evening, papers may be lying about everywhere, the furniture undusted, and a general air of unkemptness may prevail. We do not say this is universally true. Fortunately it is not. But it has a wide enough prevalence to be worthy of discussion. These same women complain bitterly that their husbands come home and bury themselves in the paper, or do not come home at all, or pay more heed to their business than to their wives. True, and can you blame them? Far better to fasten their eyes upon neat black print than upon a frowsy woman. It is this sort of carelessness that sends men to billiard parlors, to poker games and to other women.