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<h1>THE ART OF<br/> CONVERSATION<br/> TWELVE GOLDEN RULES</h1>
<p class="bold space-above">BY</p>
<p class="bold2">JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER</p>
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<h2>GOLDEN RULE NUMBER I</h2>
<p class="center"><i>Avoid unnecessary details.</i></p>
<p>He.—Do you know that what you say always interests me?</p>
<p>She.—That is because we are such good comrades.</p>
<p>He.—Not altogether. I think that it is because you never dwell upon
details.</p>
<p>She.—Then, one is interesting in conversation according as one omits
details?</p>
<p>He.—Unnecessary details.</p>
<p>She.—I remember that, when visiting some friends whom I had not
seen for several years, my hostess said to me, "Ever since your
arrival, I have been trying to discover why you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</SPAN></span> are so interesting
in conversation, and I have decided that it is because you omit
unnecessary details." I felt that my hostess had paid me a high
compliment.</p>
<p>He.—Yes; but one that you deserve. Now, even in telling this incident,
you were direct. The bore would have "side-tracked," and would have
told innumerable and irrelevant details. I don't believe you could bore
a person if you were to try.</p>
<p>She.—I am quite sure that I could. Listen to this: "Several years
ago,—four years ago just,—this last June; no, it was only three
years ago, because I remember now that four years ago I did not attend
the alumnae reunion of our college, and so it must have been three
years ago,—I was the guest of one of the members of my class,—I was
attending the annual reunion of the alumnae of our college,—almost
every year I attend the alumnae reunion of our college,—and on this
occasion, I was the guest of one of the members of my class. She had
not been attending the reunions, and so I had not seen her for several
years,—five years at least, and——"</p>
<p>He.—Pardon my interruption, but you are a success.</p>
<p>She.—As a bore? </p>
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<p>He.—No; as an imitator. I think that you should have been an actress.</p>
<p>She.—Yes; I think that Nature intended me for one; and I could have
"acted." Indeed, I usually find it difficult not to act; that is, I
find it difficult to be myself.</p>
<p>He.—Like "Sensational Tommy" in "Tommy and Grizel"?</p>
<p>She.—Yes; in a way.</p>
<p>He.—And why were you not an actress? Was it because you did not know
that you had talent?</p>
<p>She.—From an opposite reason. I had so many talents that, like the
woman in "Mother Goose," I hardly knew what to do.</p>
<p>He.—That sounds modest. You probably would have been a great actress.</p>
<p>She.—I might not have been. Sometimes, you know, persons who are very
gifted seem to miss the best that life has to offer.</p>
<p>He.—I have decided that you are interesting, not because you do not
"sidetrack," but because you have such a stupendous amount of conceit.
You seem to be fully aware of what you possess. It is delightful.</p>
<p>She.—My talent or my conceit?</p>
<p>He.—Both.</p>
<p>She.—I am sure that if any one else possessed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</SPAN></span> my talents, I should
not hesitate to speak of them. Why should I not speak of mine?</p>
<p>He.—That is one way to look at it. Now, I suppose if I were to tell
you that you were very gifted, you would say, "Thank you; I think that
I am, too,"—or words to that effect.</p>
<p>She.—Yes; I think that I should respond in some such way. Why should I
not? Why shouldn't I recognize my gifts and be thankful for them?</p>
<p>He.—Well, usually, you know, when any one receives a compliment, he is
apt to regard it as flattery, and to treat it accordingly; or, if he
thinks the praise is merited, his words are apt to belie his thoughts.</p>
<p>She.—Yes, but that brooks of insincerity. However, we are a long way
from our subject. We were wondering why some persons "bore" and why
some do not. We decided that one must under no circumstances enter into
too many details.</p>
<p>He.—They are ruinous. If a person is very polite, he will feign an
interest that he does not feel. Often, however, he betrays, by an
absent expression, that the "details" have done their "deadly work."
You always seem interested, I notice, even when the narrator has
wandered<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</SPAN></span> from the main road into innumerable by-paths.</p>
<p>She.—I appear interested, because I am interested, for I am
continually on the alert to find out just how he is going to get back
to the main road. I find, however, that in the majority of cases, he
never gets back. He is lost in such a labyrinth that, as compared
with it, the Garden of Versailles and the "maze" of Hampton Court
are as naught; and just as these world-famed networks have a kind of
attraction for the curious, so I find it interesting to follow the bore
as he goes from one intricate passage into another in his endeavor to
find an exit. But I must leave him to his fate, or I, too, shall be
lost in a "maze" and shall not be able to find the main path.</p>
<p>He.—Then, Golden Rule Number I is: <span class="smcap">Avoid Unnecessary Details</span>.
I shall try to remember the rule, and profit by its significance.</p>
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