London Life

London Life | 1936

Is Pity Akin To Love?

Dear Sir, - I have been interested in the letters from "Crippled Girl" and others in which the view seems to be expressed that girls who have lost a leg or an arm are not attractive but rather repugnant to other people.

Let me briefly recount my own experience amongst such girls who have been personally known to me.

A girl aged 22 with her left leg off above the knee through a tram accident is now happily married and has a small son. I often see her hopping along on a single crutch wheeling her pram.

Another, aged 28, has her right leg off just below the knee and has married since her accident.

Another girl with her right arm off near the shoulder has since married and has two children.

These are only three instances I can vouch for, but there are probably hundreds of other cases.

A fourth girl has her left leg amputated close to the hip, and I hope one day to call her my wife. She is quite unembarrassed by her condition and talks freely to myself and other friends about it. She dresses attractively and always wears a smart little shoe on her foot.

We are often out together, and I must admit that I like the attention she causes as she swings along on her slender black crutches. Perhaps it is that pity is akin to love and that is why limbless girls seem to find lovers and husbands just as their more fortunate sisters do.

Doris is deeply interested in the letters in "London Life" about monopedes and is never tired of trying fresh little stunts on her one leg. She can hop about the house and garden without a crutch, and does most of the housework.

If she has to stand for any length of time she will support herself by resting on the table, or I will put my hands under her arms and she will bound along gaily on her little slipper. Her single leg is not distasteful either to herself or me, but appeals to my love and tenderness.

She is not always craving for excitement as most girls nowadays are, but as a cripple is content to enjoy her evenings at home.

I used to think that some of Wallace Stort's stories were far fetched and rather absurd, but I realise now that one-legged girls have undoubtedly an attraction of their own, and so I write to defend them.

Yours truly,

An Admirer Of Monopedes.


London Life February 22, 1936 p. 25
London Life | 1936