Montreal Standard, 1 March 1919, page 17
They are a trial, for their idea of being good lovers is to be perpetually hovering round their beloved with endless attentions and suggestions.
To the girl of yesterday, this may have been less trying than to her energetic and independent sister of to-day. It wearies the latter to be ‘fussed,’ as she ungratefully calls it. She hates being made to look ridiculous, and so every lover ought to take care not to fall into this snare of ‘fussiness.’
Love is not a hothouse plant; it thrives best in the open air and sunshine. Fun and comradeship are good for its growth; they make for a true understanding and appreciation that help to keep it sound and sweet forever.
Let a man who is in love, therefore, see to it that he treats his sweetheart wisely as well as lovingly’ that he respects her wishes, and does not try to rule her life for her as if she were a helpless child. She is not, and she will resent his doing so. He must drive her with a loose rein, and allow her liberty without a too jealous supervision. Then he will be rewarded by a love romance that will not fade with the waning of the honeymoon, as, alas do many romances that promised well.