The Spokane Press, Washington, September 5, 1907

Queen of hearts is the girl of 1907. You can see by the look of haughty languor in her eye that she knows and fully appreciates her high position and glories in her security therein.

Even the winds of heaven, as Shakespeare said, dare not visit her face too roughly. Observe with what circumspection they blow her skirts out - not too much - just enough to show a pair of the trimmest ankles that ever chased a golf ball or twinkled over the surface of a tennis court.

The bag which she carries so nonchalantly at her side is not filled with gold or jewels, as might be surmised, but with hearts - the trophies of her summer campaign.