Category: Women

I think I’d like to give a trial
To living on a desert isle,
Where palm trees sway
One’s cares away,
And any old sarong’s in style.

And then I think about the shops
With everything from maps to mops,
Electric gadgets, books, bandannas,
Complete with salesgirls, Dots and Annas–
The isle is OUT,
No slightest doubtl
(Anyway, I don’t like bananas)

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 16, 1951

When women would change from brunette to platinum,
Why argue, I say? I believe in latinum.

by Ray Romine Sunday, June 22, 1952

Her eyes were the green of the turbulent sea,
And her lashes the ripples that dance rhythmically
Just over the surface from wave crest to wave.
I looked–and I dived–and I came up–her slave.

Now they change to the blue of an icey-hued star
That leaves me in wonder to worship, afar;
I gasp–yes, and thrill–but what man, I maintain,
Can spend his life loving a star–all in vain?

by Ray Romine Friday, January 5, 1945

True, a lot has been said that discounts ’em,
But you have admit it’s some stunt
When a gal, making mountains of molehills,
Puts that kind of a front!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 10, 1952

A woman, I find, is a lot like a book–
You can’t tell a thing from a casual look.

by Ray Romine Monday, October 7, 1946

Why should a woman find life so fearful
When her mate’s such a sucker when she is tearful?

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 17, 1951

Those heavy- handed spot decisions
Women love to make
Are not so much to settle things
As made for their own sake.

by Ray Romine Sunday, December 3, 1950

Man’s longest waits
Are on women and freights.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 23, 1952

If gossipy blatherings
Were cut from women’s gatherings
The girls might be surlier,
But they’d get home a lot earlier.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 9, 1945

I heard him called “Broad-minded”
How accurate is that:
There’s not a thing but women
Underneath his hat.

by Ray Romine Monday, May 21, 1945