Missionaries' Girls:
Somewhere between the whirl of teen-age dates and the responsibility of matrimony, we find a lone creature called the Missionary's Girl.
They come in two varieties... engaged and hopefuls. They come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, blue being the most common.
Missionaries love them, young girls look up to them, parents tolerate them, postmen hate them, and weekly letters support them.
A missionary's girl is a composite. She has the patience of Job, the persistence of a stainless steel salesman and the imagination of Scherazade. She likes letters from the mission field, invitations to his home, pictures of him, just about anything having to do with her missionary at all.
She doesn't like Saturday nights at home, people who say, "Two years is a long time," new clothes with no one to wear them for, sad music, movies with love scenes, wedding receptions, and "Dear Janes."
A missionary's girl is an odd object: She can get lonesome, discouraged, and temporarily lose faith in the whole missionary system; but no one else can write such cheerful letters in such a rotten mood. No one else can get such a thrill at the end of the day by the words, "Why yes, there is a letter for you."
A missionary's girl is faith with twenty-four months to wait, prudence with 91 cents in her savings account, and beauty with no one to give a darn.
Yes, she is all this, but it will all be forgotten the day he receives his letter of release and on his arrival home she will probably utter the speech she once considered trite, "It hasn't seemed like any time at all!"
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