A Girl is innocence playing in the mud, beauty standing on its head, and motherhood dragging a doll by the foot. Girls are available in five colors: black, white, red, yellow or brown. Yet, mother nature always manages to select your favorite color when you place your order. They disprove the law of supply and demand.
There are millions of little girls, but each is as precious as rubies. God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl. He uses the song of the bird: the speed of a gazelle: the slyness of the fox: the stubbornness of a mule: the antics of a monkey: the spryness of a grasshopper: the curiosity of a cat: the squeal of a pig: the softness of a kitten: and to top it all off, He adds the mysterious mind of a women.
Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born with a little bit of angel-shine about them. And tho it wears thin sometimes, there is always enough left to lasso your heart, even when they are sitting in the mud or crying temperamental tears or parading up the street in mother’s best clothes.
A little girl can be sweeter and badder more often than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around and stomp and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves, yet just when you open your mouth, she stands there demure with that special look in her eyes.
A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, first grade, noise makers, the girls next-door, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons, ice cream, kitchens, coloring, tea parties, and one boy. She doesn’t care so much for visitors, boys-in-general, large dogs, hand-me-downs, straight chairs, vegetables, snow-suits or staying in the front yard.
She is loudest when she has provoked you: the busiest at bedtime: the quietest when you want to show her off: and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again. Who else can cause you more grief, joy, irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment and genuine delight than this combination of Eve, Solome and Florence Nightingale.
She can muss up your home, your hair, your dignity: spend your money, your time and your temper; and just when your patience is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks thru and you’ve lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-wrecking nuisance; just a noisy bundle of mischief: But when your dreams tumble-down and the world is a mess, when it seems you are pretty much of a fool after all, she can make you a king when she climbs on your knees and whispers,
“I love you best of all”.
1950 – New England Life Insurance Co., Boston, Mass.