BY MARGARET MAYO
To my Helper and Husband
Even in college Alfred Hardy was a young man of fixed ideas and high ideals and proud of it.
His friend, Jimmy Jinks, had few ideas and no ideals, and was glad of it, and before half of their first college
term had passed, Jimmy had ridded himself of all such worries as making up his own mind or directing his
own morals. Alfred did all these things so much better, argued Jimmy, furthermore, Alfred LIKED to do
them--Jimmy owed it to his friend to give him that pleasure.
The fact that Jimmy was several years Alfred's senior and twice his size, in no way altered his opinion of
Alfred's judgment, and through their entire college course they agreed as one man in all their discussions--or
rather--in all Alfred's discussions.
But it was not until the close of their senior year that Alfred favoured Jimmy with his views on matrimony.
Sitting alone in a secluded corner of the campus waiting for Alfred to solve a problem in higher mathematics,
Jimmy now recalled fragments of Alfred's last conversation.
"No twelve dollar shoes and forty dollar hats for MY wife," his young friend had raged and he condemned to
Jimmy the wicked extravagance of his own younger sisters. "The woman who gets me must be a home-maker.
I'll take her to the theatre occasionally, and now and then we'll have a few friends in for the evening; but the
fireside must be her magnet, and I'll be right by her side each night with my books and my day's worries. She
shall be taken into my confidence completely; and I'll take good care to let her know, before I marry her, just
what I expect in return."
"Alfred certainly has the right