A “Broken Heart” Social

This social is designed for St. Valentine day. The rooms should be decorated with hearts cut from fancy paper, all colors and sizes. They may be used in many ways — a frieze above the picture molding stretched on invisible wires from the chandelier to the four corners of the room, and in every nook and corner. The table may bear a centerpiece, heart-shaped, composed of flowers and foliage. Tiny heart-shaped menu cards, bearing the old couplet,

“If you love me as I love you,
No knife can cut our love in two,”

are prepared for each guest.

Five "gentlemen" with bows and arrows pointed at a heart on a wall.

“If you love me as I love you, No knife can cut our love in two,” (Appropriate on St. Valentine Day)

Let the amusements, as well as the decorations, be “hearty.” Get a quantity of the so-called candy “hearts,” those with mottoes; now divide each heart into two parts, and lay on separate trays; when ready to serve refreshments, pass these trays, one to the ladies, the other to the gentlemen. Each gentleman by finding the remaining portion of his “heart” will know whom he is to escort to refreshments. For other amusements, cut an immense heart out of rather stiff paper and tack it firmly on the wall; next cut a quantity of tiny arrows from the same paper. Now blindfold a guest, turn him three times around to confuse him on directions and tell him to place the arrow in the center of the heart; the arrow will, perhaps, be on the opposite wall when he is relieved of his bandage.

Next, have a “Fishing for Hearts.” Behind a screen or piano, a person is secreted with innumerable little paper hearts before him — one lot for the ladies, the other lot for the gentlemen; on these hearts has been written a “fortune” for each guest. A pole and line, with a bent pin for a hook, is provided for the fisher, who stands some distance in front of the piano, and casts over his line. The hostess should call each fisher’s name distinctly, that the hidden person may know whether the fisher is a lady or gentleman. The fisher is told that when the fish bites he is to pull in the line; the secreted person fastens the hook in the heart, then gives the line a twitch, and up it goes; the fisher then reads his future tot he party. These fortunes should be as amusing as possible — thus:

  • You will marry a woman whose hair is red;
    Then often and often you’ll wish you were dead.
  • A doctor you’ll marry, who cures many ills,
    And he will compel you to sort all his pills.
  • You’re doomed to endure a bachelor’s woes,
    To cook your own meals and darn your own hose.
  • Twice will  you marry, and happy you’ll be,
    Sitting by a cozy fire, drinking cold tea.
  • A bachelor maid is your lot in life,
    And you’ll tell other women how to be “a good wife.”
  • You will wed two women, the first one will die,
    The other will make you go on the “fly.”
  • You have an ambition to be President some day,
    But it takes a “brainy” man to go that way.
  • You’ll be an “old maid” and keep a fat cat
    That will sleep in your band-box with your best hat.
  • You’ll be a book-agent and call at each door,
    While the ladies cold water on will pour.
  • You’ll have for your future plenty of gold,
    And a husband to spend it, flashing and bold.
  • In your future I see pangs that will hurt;
    Your heart will be broken by a young flirt.
  • You’ll be a widower and live at your ease,
    With twelve little children to fret and to tease.
  • You’ll be a politician, and run a whole ward,
    And many good things in life you’ll afford.
  • You’ll be a policeman and boss a whole street,
    And the woman you marry you’ll find hard to “beat.”
  • You’ll marry a girl and live with her “ma,”
    And she will make known to you points of the law.
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