Once upon a time there was a girl whose principal ambition in life was to stand ace high with all the nice men of her set. She was so foxy that at times she got in front of herself and blocked her own plays. She was informed, in taking notes of what man most desired in woman, that man wanted a dame that will play up to his loftiest ambitions and supply his home with an atmosphere of culture, which is the ozone of married life. So the girl put it down that it was her cue to chop out all the twaddle and be a sort of Lady Emerson. But when she had a chance to try out her new method of landing in the matrimonial game she found that the flashy young woman who deals out slang, moves up to the cocktails freely and does a Gertrude Hoffman on the table is the one the men lose sleep about. So the next time she went to a blow-out the wise girl added a dash of red to her costume, and cut loose and got along first rate, even though she did a lot of the things that none of the men approve, but somehow love to put up with. Moral: He can always pick out the right kind for the other fellow.