Wearing Wrong Sign

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 27, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 38.

Wearing Wrong Sign

A VERY pretty girl stepped into a car the other day, says Annie Laurie in the Examiner. She was dressed in pink, pink hat, pink frock, pink parasol. And her cheeks were as pink as her frock and a whole lot sweeter.

At her throat the pretty girl wore a little white enamel brooch, and on the white enamel stood out in bold, bright letters these words: "If you love me, grin."

And every one grinned.

Now, I happen to know that particular girl, and I know that she is as good as gold and as sweet as a peach. But I wonder what her mother is thinking of when she lets her wear a pin like that.

Funny? O, yes, it really is funny. You couldn't have helped smiling yourself if you saw it. But somehow there is something behind the smile, and it isn't quite pleasant.

I wonder who will be the first man to answer the silly little girl's little invitation, and insult her openly.

I suppose she will be very cross when he does it. I wonder why.

I saw two giggling girls on the street the other day. They smiled and smirked and giggled every time they passed a good-looking man; and one of the good-looking men, attracted by the giggles and the looks, turned around and followed the girls, and presently he sidled up to them and said something, and both of those girls looked as if some one had struck them full in their silly little faces.

I wonder if they blamed that man for what he said.

The only way you can tell an ice-cream shop is to read the sign or look and see what is displayed in the window.

If you don't want people to ring the bell and ask you for a quart of chocolate and peach mixed, with some pineapple ice on the side, you mustn't put a sign in the window which reads, "Ice-cream sold here."

It may be very wrong to judge by appearances.

But, after all, that is about the only thing we really have to judge by, isn't it?

When I go out into the orchard looking for apples I hunt for a tree with leaves that look like apple leaves.

Sometimes I am mistaken. But, strange as it may seem, I usually find apples on an apple-tree, and not on the pear-tree, or even on the blackberry bushes.

If you don't want to be taken for something you are not, girls, be sure you don't wear in your dress, your expression, or your manner the wrong sign.