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    'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!'
    'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!'
    'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!'
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    'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!'

    By Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury) Cobb and Mary Roberts Rinehart

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!' - Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury) Cobb

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of 'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!' AND

      'Isn't That Just Like a Man!', by Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb and Mary Roberts Rinehart

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

      almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or

      re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included

      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

      Title: 'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!' AND 'Isn't That Just Like a Man!'

      'Oh, Well, You Know How Women Are!' by Cobb; and 'Isn't

      That Just Like a Man!' by Rinehart

      Author: Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb

      Mary Roberts Rinehart

      Release Date: January 12, 2008 [EBook #24259]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HOW WOMEN ARE ***

      Produced by Bryan Ness, David Wilson and the Online

      Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This

      file was produced from images generously made available

      by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries)

      5 "OH, WELL, YOU KNOW

      HOW WOMEN ARE!"

      BY

      IRVIN S. COBB

      AUTHOR OF THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, BACK HOME, OLD JUDGE PRIEST, ETC.

      YORK

      GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

      6 COPYRIGHT, 1920,

      BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

      COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY THE CROWELL PUBLISHING COMPANY

      PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

      7 "OH, WELL, YOU KNOW

      HOW WOMEN ARE!"

      SHE emerges from the shop. She is any woman, and the shop from which she emerges is any shop in any town. She has been shopping. This does not imply that she has been buying anything or that she has contemplated buying anything, but merely that she has been shopping—a very different pursuit from buying. Buying implies business for the shop; shopping merely implies business for the clerks.

      As stated, she emerges. In the doorway she runs into a woman of her acquaintance. If she likes the other woman she is cordial. But if she does not like her she is very, very cordial. A woman’s aversion for another woman moving in the same social stratum in which she herself moves may readily be appraised. Invariably it is in inverse ratio to the apparent affection she displays upon encountering the object of her disfavor. Why should this be? I cannot answer. It is not given for us to know.

      8 Very well, then, she meets the other woman at the door. They stop for conversation. Two men meeting under the same condition would mechanically draw away a few paces, out of the route of persons passing in or out of the shop. No particular play of the mental processes would actuate them in so doing; an instinctive impulse, operating mechanically and subconsciously, would impel them to remove themselves from the main path of foot travel. But this woman and her acquaintance take root right there. Persons dodge round them and glare at them. Other persons bump into them, and are glared at by the two traffic blockers. Where they stand they make a knot of confusion.

      But does it occur to either of them to suggest that they might step aside, five feet or ten, and save themselves, and the pedestrian classes generally, a deal of delay and considerable annoyance? It does not. It never will. If the meeting took place in a narrow passageway or on a populous staircase or at the edge of the orbit of a set of swinging doors or on a fire escape landing upon the front of a burning building, while one was going up to aid in the rescue and the other was coming down to be saved—if it took place just outside the Pearly Gates on the Last Day 9 when the quick and the dead, called up for judgment, were streaming in through the portals—still would they behave thus. Where they met would be where they stopped to talk, regardless of the consequences to themselves, regardless of impediment to the movements of their fellow beings.

      Having had her say with her dear friend or her dear enemy, as the case may be, our heroine proceeds to the corner and hails a passing street car. Because her heels are so high and her skirts are so snug, she takes about twice the time to climb aboard that a biped in trousers would take. Into the car she comes, teetering and swaying. The car is no more than comfortably filled. True, all the seats at the back where she has entered are occupied; but up at the front there

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