Three young ladies and two young men, to whom the correspondent of "The Woman's Voice" puts this question: "Who is the man of your dreams — and who is the girl of your dreams?"

Miss Jacqueline Karam: A brunette, light of spirit, twenty-four years old, with a French upbringing acquired from her mother, and a Latin culture. She took her law degree from the French Law Institute and is now teaching at the French Evangelical Girls' College. I put the question to her and marveled at her hesitation to answer and to speak her mind frankly to me before consulting her mother on the matter! It appears that some of the French-educated are still conservative in what concerns social freedom — even the freedom of expressing an opinion about it! The following conversation passed between us:

She — And how am I to describe the man of my dreams to you when I have not yet met him?

I — Tell me at least how you hope he will be.

She — I do not know exactly. But when I fall in love, and make certain that it is true love, the man I have chosen will — without doubt — possess the qualities I love. And I promise to let you know what they are as soon as it happens!

A charming answer! So she relies on love first; love is the absolute ruler who will decide

the qualities of the man who is to be her partner — God grant her success.

Miss Jessie Sarkis: I moved on to the quarter of Ras Beirut in search of a girl of Anglo-Saxon upbringing, to see the extent of these two cultures' influence upon the emotional and social thinking of our girls. I had the good fortune of interviewing Miss Jessie Sarkis, a graduate of the American College for Girls and an employee at the American Embassy. She is a girl willowy of figure, wheat-colored of complexion, who has not passed her twenty-fifth year. She said, while the signs of thought showed in her attractive eyes:

She — We must understand each other and love each other before all else. After that, every difficulty before us is smoothed away.

I — And do you want him rich, as most of our girls in this country do?

She — No, never! That is not an absolute condition... I would not even mind resuming my work after marriage, to consolidate the building of a happy married life. The young man I love is the one whose personality I feel take hold over my own, so that at his side I feel his strength and his manliness.

I — And do you make it a condition that he be handsome?

She — On the contrary! In general I do not favor the handsome young man; rather I love him to have a quick wit and to be cultivated and wide in knowledge; and to be a "sport," aged between thirty and thirty-five — and I prefer him dark! I thanked her and went away carrying glad tidings for dark young men!!

Jamila Yousef: She is a young woman from the village of Ammar al-Hosn in the Alawite mountains — still in the state of nature in her looks and her thinking. Hardly had I put the question to her — and I was not sure what effect it would have upon her — when a storm of laughter seized her; she laughed and guffawed until it became difficult to obtain full particulars. But the thing I made certain of at first glance — and her artless village nature chose to show it bare — was her pressing eagerness in this matter, which is natural in every girl; only the girl of the civilized cities puts on airs and hides it. She said:

She — I want him "kwayyis" (nice), and well-off, and sweet, and sensible, and decent!

I — Slowly, slowly, take your time! "Don't gallop off at a run"... And how old do you want him?

She — No harm