I have her smiling, and I have her looking as if she had lost her last sixpence.

I have her overdressed, I have her decidedly underdressed, but she is much the same girl.

Very young men cannot have too many of her, but myself I am getting tired of her.

I suppose it is the result of growing old.
Why not the Eternal Male for a change?
Girls of my acquaintance are also beginning to grumble at her.

I often think it hard on girls that the artist so neglects the eternal male.