The tenderest melodies are those played by the heart of a happy woman — Beethoven

Woman's possession of man is the beginning of her love. Man's possession of woman is the end of a love.

The newspapers and magazines bring us curious and absorbing news of scientific and psychological research, and here, Madam, true to our custom, we present you with one such item.

Among the findings of psychological research are strange truths — among them, that woman hates man and cannot trust him. But where does woman stand with regard to this truth? How can she harbor rancor toward a person she loves in soul and in body? Indeed, how can she hate the man without whom she cannot live happy?

Woman, by a