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Ham
Bellefonte, Pa., July 20, 1928,
EE SA SUSAN,
SHE WEPT AND GAVE UP HOPE.
By an Unknown Author.
“She gave up mutton, pork and beef
She gave up beans and peas
She gave up milk, without relief
She gave up cakes and teas.
She gave up herring, shrimp and clams,
She gave up bread and wast,
She gave up fruits and spuds and jams,
She most gave up the ghost.
She gave up powder, rouge and men,
She gave up sweets and dope;
And when she weighed herself again
She wept and gave up hope.”
SU SUM SA.
When the Su Sum Sa curtain goes
down in sensuous velvet finality at
three minutes before midnight, the
Su Sum Sa audience gets crampedly
up out of plush seats and into hats
and evening coats with a grunting,
house-wide sigh of mixed relief and
regret.
With relief, because that curtain
goes up promptly at 8. As even a
hardened theatregoer moans, rubbing
calves deadened by long inaction:
“Four hours is enough of any show
for me, if it ain't for everybody.”
With regret, because $11.75 is the
least any self-respecting ticket specu-
lator will accept for a Su Sum Sa
seat behind a post in the nineteenth
row.
The list of characters of the Su
Sum Sa extravaganza is long and
sumptuous, from the chief caliph of
great gold-and-purple girth and three
princesses in rhinestoned crowns
down to the dancing desert girls
whose whirling, brown stained bodies
in one scene make a hit that depends
little on costumes.
These desert girls in another scene
are singing sultanas. In others, Per-
sian water carriers, temple maidens
and Aryan slaves. Their twenty-eight
names are printed in less conspicuous
type than the more important char-
acters of the extravaganza program.
But to Alice Derry, who had never
been nearer a drop curtain than an
orchestra seat, one name of the twen-
It was black-typed in her mind not
to be forgotten; never while life last-
ed, to slip entirely from her bitter
mind, Barbara Earl. In private life,
of course, Barbara Ickes. Unless they
had been divorced! Hope, like a tiny
green live root, pushed often at the
bottom of her heart. It hurt, this in-
sistent push. It demanded that a con-
stant effort be made to ignore it, in
order that she might have any peace
of mind at all.
And then had come old Mrs. Corn-
ing’s death in Luxemburg and that
absurd will made six years before and
never changed by a foolish, senti-
mental old woman!
Negligence or a senile lack of mem-
ory—and three people (or at least
two) must be jerked into a distaste:
ful and unnecessary thought of one
another.
They had seats on the center aisle.
Alice and Murgtywood. Row H.
Scalpers’ prices. She had asked him
to get seats as near the stage as he
possibly could. Murgtywood’s pock-
etbook did not matter to her. Phil’s
had—once. Her throat tightened now,
remembering the balcony seats sho
used to urge to Phil, the cheaper
plays.
She hoped, however, that Murgty-
wood would not suspect why she
wished seats near the stage. She did
not suppose, though, that he had
heard anything about the will, Rt
had nothing to do with the routine of
the Barrows bond brokerage offices.
And her choice of seats had nothing
to do with the business of the will—
except that, having heard she was in
town, Alice morbidly desired to see
Barbara again. Eyes burned to see
her again—the girl that Phil had pre-
ferred to herself.
Murgtywood likely had heard gos-
sip, for all his three years in t
Chicago office. She did not greatiy
care, of course. In her heart some-
thing had numbed, grown so like
six years back, that she did not care
a great deal what any one in the
world thought or heard or deduced.
You could not guess this from the
composed prettiness of her small oval
face. She was of that ash-blond type
whose delicacy of coloring can be a
most indomitable mask for emotion or
for thoughts. It is like thin, pale-
painted glass. It may not seem so,
but it is opaque.
Tonight her ash-blonde hair was
waved high and smooth. That was
her best style. She had amethysts in
her ears; an expensive pair, but the
soft-colored stones gave a pinkish lus-
ter to her lobes. Her rather light-
colored eyebrows were deftly dark
ened, giving needed animation to her
delicate, cameo-like profile. Some-
times, crying into her pillew, Alice
had blamed her eyebrows for Phil’s
detection. She had splurged for her
French blue gown. She did not ex-
pect to meet Phil. But the thought
of him, of his Barbara—well, she had
chosen to rouge skillfully. She was
six years older than she had been.
Although, of course, she did not look
aged. With bitterness and ache one
can watch the years crawl, the jeer-
ing years from 19 to 25, and yet not
be marked facially by the scythe so
that enemies can point.
There was her desk, of course. It
stood in a big office with other desks.
Regular work is an antidote to physi-
cal signs of heartbreak. So are oth-
er desks in daily view. When one’s
ash-blond head must be composedly
lifted to view eight hours a day, ache
of desire and tears of night cannot
quite get the upper hand in the way
of scars. Particularly when, as the
nights have gone on, desire has
numbed and tears have lessened by
sheer pendulum law.
In spite of heart, she was conscious
that she looked well. She had the
slight normally proportioned figure
that is well fitted in shops. Getting
in and out of the taxicab, Murgty-
be extended. Oh, Phil! how could
In her white gloves her fin-
gers curled with sudden physical pain.
Murgtywood still
her, solicitous.
she was betraying herself.
She wanted to squirm now, under
the attentive eyes.
asked if he had a sheet of paper and
wood had given her a quick stare of
proof. He was the large, bulky type
of man who succumbs helplessly to
small, dainty women.
ty-six months now his desk had ad-
joined hers. 3
Beside him, now, without the bar-
rier of office atmosphere, Alice was
relieved that he only looked and did
Her hands were ice-
And for thir- leaned toward
She was afraid that
Impulsively she
her.
Do oh be “I know a girl on the stage,” she
said, forcing a small, animated smile.
“Do you?” with interest.
It was hardly possible, while she
wrote, to hold the notebook sheet so
that he could not overlook a word.
By all the rules of ordinary breeding
such action would be uncalled for.
To Alice’s relief, Murgtywood turned
his attention to the stage. An Orien-
tal love song was beating forth like
Getting in and out of the taxi she
had been most careful not to let her
And now she kept
on her gloves, although she dislikad
gloves, even for formal occasions, and
increasingly
aware that from her apparently cold
palms the perspiration w
through the white kid.
Not that she greatly cared what
might be his thoughts if accidentally
he discovered the betraying state of
Oh, he must have heard
some of the story. Undoubtedly gos-
sip still curled like old slow smoke
through the office, along all La Salle
Phil’s jilting of her!
one noon he walked out from his desk
which nearly touched hers, and mar-
ried a little caracul-coated, black-
eyed showgirl who was in town for
fingers touch his.
deliberately,
preface of name:
You will be surprised at receiving
this. Would you mind giving up Phil-
ip Ickes’ present address, or commun-
icating with him to the effec
the will of the late Mrs. Wi
ning, who recently died in Southern
France, he inherits
jointly with my-
self a house and
grounds in the city
The administrator of the es-
tate has been unable to locate him
since he left Chicago.
girls in the office reported your own
presence this week in town.
necessary to find out what arrange. |
ment he wishes to make to terminate
the joint ownership of the piece of
ALICE DERRY.
She addressed the folded
“Miss Barbara Earl,
Almost so offhand had it happened.
They—Alice and Phil—had been en-
gaged over a year.
framed her letter of resignation to
stout old George Barrows, Jr. Phil
was keeping an eye open for bargain
building lot or bungalow out on the
North Shore near a golf course and
her people’s old Evanston home.
Shopping noon hours,
to pick up linens; g
remnants, rose and delft
towels. Phil had written his folks in
‘Minneapolis.
Old Mrs. Corning, whose bond hold-
ings were a large item in the Barrows
bond brokerage books, came upon
them one late afternoon in a side cor-
Phil’s arm was around her
shoulders and, extended, he held sets
of bungalow plans.
them from a friend.
Corning flung out vel-
, bediamoned, sentimen-
“Don’t blush!
adore a young couple starti
life!” Alice had done som
ing for her that week.
month Phil had attend
bond transaction for her.
for the Orient and then
next month. And the mon
ty-eight needed no conspicuity of |1
print for her sharply focused gaze. |
One of the
Alice had half
she had begun
RY Sh wh or Mrs. Philip
Murgtywood took it and motioned
Out of the corner of
her eye Ailce saw that he did not
glance even slightly toward the su-
He was that kind of
to the usher.
perscription.
The attendant returned with a re-
ply. Alice’s white-gloved fingers were
unsteady as she took it.
He had sponged Murgtywood did not notice
“I'll say I'm knocked dead!
isn’t some one’s far-fetched ide
For the love of heav-
lowed, fleshy
a grand joke?
en and my nervous system,
around and give the det
in Brooklyn.
get here on the
for a clean collar,
probating. Preten
ter, if you can
bar callers, y
e legal typ-
The previous
ed to a small
That Wednesday noon—would she
Even now her eyes
the memory.
ever forget?
burned, hating
street and the hard, bright winter sun.
Mary Huldby hurrying at her side,
saying: “Let’s snatch a piece of pie
an run over to that lace sale at
The sea food piled on
in the window of the St.
-floor grill.
t managed a light
“She asks me to come around be- |
presently for a chat.”
If she did not
become curious
Golny ground
black eyes, mascaralined, of
entering the swinging door,
Phil’s tight, eager hand on her
fur sleeve, Phil 1 aughing,
“Nearly late, wasn’t 1? But—
Phil, who twenty minutes before
had leaned over Alice’s desk to ex-
plain regretfully that he’d had to skip
lunch, except a sandwich, because ho
had to go to a bank for Mr. Barrows,
vi“ Alice- had stopped, incredulous of |
er own ‘sea-gray eyes.
The confusion on Ph
Mary’s malicio
hind the scenes
e die was cast.
go, he would wonder,
She consulted her program for the
number of the next scene.
liph was due to be tortured b
ber thief and then betrayed
caliphess in rhinestones and
colored velvet.
at intervals.
at intervals. :
Murgtywood rose at her movement
As she stood in the
ddenly and whispered
low, “Don’t forget to
Murgtywood chuckled
Alice managed to smile
of preparation.
aisle, he bent su
in her ear, very
come back.”
Startled, Alice looked up at him.
yes were inscrutable, but some-
seemed to lie far ba
hidden, in their depths.
She was a little annoyed, but she
ot him as she gained the shadowy
sle and thence a passage lead-
st the boxes on the side of the
parquet floor.
he had never been behind scenes.
with a beginner’s luck she made
y past a series of great
canvas walls
nceward, became
ar-away gray moun-
illas; and, guided by
scene-shifters, went
Pp to a large room filled—
—with lovely-
rees of partial
il’s face—red,
us understand-
ing. The hard bright winter sun, Ev-
en now it all burned h
tering sight.
Phil ended an uncomfortable week
marrying Barbara, and
er eyes, a blis-
by resigning,
leaving town.
The sensuous velvet curtain was go-
Murgtywood leaned so that
der touched hers.
move away.
conscious touch did not dis-
It left her indifferent.
-girthed, in gold-and
th a retinue in gor-
swept on the stage.
stened smiling,
She did not
A caliph, large
purple velvet, wi
geous tunics,
Murgtywood f:
tant gaze on the sight.
Alice leaned forward a little in her
The temple maidens
were swaying on from the
white tunics and flowing da
Barbara Earl was the twelfth
vanity - ridden
That pert, baby-round cheek!
ngle time that Alice had seen
put their distinct imprint on
memory! From all impressions of oth-
features they
as among a dozen or more
clean-shaven, brown-haired
of the Barro
Philip Ickes’
mutually sup
shifted audie
green forests or f.
tains or Italian v
seat, tensely. voices and two
girls in all deg
unforgettable In medley were shrill voices, flash-
g, industrious bare arms,
rilliant ornaments and silk
for a moment she was curio
fected, as she stood in the
and gazed. Time and place seemed
ge the sensation that
at she stood, or
kept, orderly
ed out fascinated at
came upon her—th
once had stood, i
garden, and look
Ws changing personnel
form had stood out.
-and-purple caliph was a
. Already four
s large, genial mouth
a riot of laughter from |
A tenor with a
: where rioted s
and birds of
read a story
with a charac
ably, she deci
trange fruits and vines
rich plumage.
once with that setting,
ter named Lilith? Prob-
ded with a small frown.
girls saw her and came :
gags from hi
had brought
the great house.
beautifully blue-sat
body had begun to
modern ballad in a v
id sweetness earned
year. The three Su S
es were a trio of knees, throats and
personalities that ticket scalpers went
into raptures over.
But Joe Murt
sing a brilliant
oice whose limp-
him $30,000 a
um Sa princess-
whirling to
vivid impression of a lov
ely bare up-
gaudy Oriental bracelets,
“Is it a joke?”
Say, tell me!”
Alice stared h
“I'm afraid I’
sort of joke.
gywood brushed all
so to speak, as nothing if Alice
Were not amused thereby.
He was almost too bulky of build
the orchestra seat.
toward her, his concerned
near that his smooth brown hair al-
gled with the ash-blond curl
ser had effectively
amethyst-set small
m not inclined to that “old boy!
The wealthy Mrs, Cor- 280 forgo
a palled 2 chair al- |
tall, hai
N Ad aired room suddenly lulled; then shrilled
“Well, of all With renewed force.
most from under
girl. “Park yours
Anne began,
Barbara pushed Alice in
‘Get comfortable
Hand flashed b
and Barbara was rub- |
ain upon her bare feet.
elf anger took Alice for
these hearers!
coolly staring at her!
s who turned from
at a hairdres
drawn over an
She could not control a small draw-
ing away. That sickis
over her at intervals.
s desk was first filleq by
an; it had come the first
tywood had brought her to
h feeling swept To.
porcelain jar,
bing brown st
A furious s
coming. All
Anne who was
Two blond doll
grease-paint jars to hearken!
Barbers by Sorel her to relate
whole humiliating episode.
p oe Lo Ae sr said lusty contralto shouted: “Lay off!
“Have a There's something interesting to be
| heard over here! Give us a chance
Alice. She raised her . to listen.”
Composedly enough she had seen
ary Huldby and a girl named Selina
gether when Murg-
to follow Phil’s ex-
surreptitiously watch her
ead bent over
cent desk. Mary and Selin
discompose her,
ward turning mind.
As time went on
put their heads to,
tywood first began
ash-blond h Barbara, kn
Anger nerved
head composedly.
strength like pride’s.
been foolish enough to
“The wealthy Mrs.
old customer in our
—it would be an affection to s
Ickes” or “your hushand”—
a few small favors. ¢ !
must have drawn the will several matter-of-fact bitterness. ¢ Say, when
It was her own back-
, in the majority
her moments Alice Derry admit-
ted to herself that she might have
found life good enough with the one
man if the other had not preceded
But Phil had preceded.
gone on his way, flipping back her
heart to any other hand that might
years ago. She had been abroad a a show's finishe
long time before her death. I my-
self was very much astonished to be
so remembered.”
There! It was out for all hearers!
She waited warily for Barbara's in-
evitable laugh because an old wom-
an’s sentimental plan had been
thwarted; because instead of a devot-
ed pair's occupancy of the house,
there must be an unromantic sale and
division of profits.
She must have been a generous old
party,” said Barbara. “What's it
worth ?” The question was put greed-
ily. i
“It was worth about $15,000 when
she made the will. It is a three-story
stone house with quite extensive
grounds; out north, in a good neigh-
borhood. Real estate has gone so high
in the last few years that I under-
stand the value has nearly trebled.”
“And Phil—we—" Barbara leaned
ly.
Alice felt more at ease. No com-
plexity about Barbara!
“About $21,000, at least.”
With a well-done hint of amuse- |
ment, she said: “If Philip hadn’t chos-
en to drop so completely out of sight
after leaving Chicago, you might
have heard the good news sooner.”
“Oh, he didn’t drop out of sight,”
Promptly explained Barbara, again
knee-engaged.
“But, you see, first he went to New
York with me and didn’t step into
anything good but puttered around
for a year in offices that he didn’t
dote upon. And then he took a road
position, because I was on the road
anyway most of the time, too. And
then Junior was born, and we stayed
in Newark a year, where it was
cheaper to live. “And then he got into
the office in Brooklyn, and I must say
I was relieved when he got it, because
it broke him of the nasty habit of re.
minding me, whenever he was in a
bad humor, of what a peachy prospect
he enjoyed in the brokerage joint here
‘that I tempted him away from.”
Alice sat silent. One does not al-
ways quit thinking. Besides, this re-
cital had an effect on her that she did
(not quite understand. It removed
| Philip Ickes from a familiar, clear-
cut place in her mind.
The Anne person was still staring.
I'll telegraph him to { Alice haughtily turned a French blue
without stopping ' crepe shoulder on her.
and help alon
d you're a s
get away with it. Rules
know, during perform-
Twenty mins, betw
enth and twelfth scenes.”
Barbara’s chirography was bold.
Barbara’s spelling was bad.
She hesitated, bu
smile for Murgty
“Want to see a picture of Junior?”
ob sis- | asked Barbara, vivaciously. She
reached for a snapshot propped
against a cold-cream jar. “It isn’t a
bit good. His father’s there, too.”
Alice took the picture. The watch-
ers, the—listeners! She could not
, turn her rigid head.
A boy of 4 or so, with an eager,
sickly face. He had Phil’s mouth and
i his mother’s lively black eyes. And
{ Phil beside—how Phil had changed! !
He was preoccupied with the child,
holding his arm firmly as if to keep
him from running across the street.
fie had a mustache—small and stub-
Y,
“D’ye think he looks like me or
Phil 7”
“Both of you, I think,” said Alice, '
composedly.
“Won’t I flutter to a good studio
i and get some decent ones, now!” Bar-
-bara blew a kiss at the starting lis-
teners who were nearest. “I’ve come
into dough! Over twenty thousand!”
“You're a liar,” retorted one.
Barbara blew another kiss.
“Have your own opinion, darling.”
But she turned vivaciously to Alice
for confirmation: “It’s so isn’t it?"
To the doubted, who had a Madonna
profile and Broadway eyes: “This is
an old flame of Phil’s, and a generous
old party who didn’t keep up with |
current events will be mentioned in
ground with the worms.”
Alice sat still, burning with morti- | Le?
fication. Was Barbara as naive and | Some
The floor was dark.
{a rainbow guide, d
s familiar head, at the
dancing desert
colored thin silk-
Barbara’s face,
smiling, whirled behind the foot
Alice in the dim aisle smil
thought. No, wherever old i
was, she would not for-
Alice herself was
toward little shaking secret 1
Murgtywood sprang up,
careless as she seemed? Or was it |
purposeful malice? She was not sure,
Barbara’s face, bent over in the as- |
siduous business of make-up, was not |
So young as it had seemed to an or-
chestra seat. Oh, not by far!
“Is Junior with his father 77? Alice
asked mechanically.
“I hope not at this time of night!
Or he’s eating salted peanuts, potato
salad, chocolate, shrimps and god
knows what else. And I can’t say
Aunt Linda’s much better, although
she does make an effort to control her
weakness where Junior is concerned,
But you can’t impress things on Phil.
Even doctor bills don’t touch him.”
Alice bit on her lip. Two more
lovely young bodies had turned to
her in lively interest. Why had she
asked that purposeless question?
Certainly not to inject into her mind a
. rather unpleasant picture of Phil,
with an unbecoming short, stubby :
mustache, feeding peanuts and
‘shrimps from a paper sack to a
greedy child. i
Barbara looked up brightly, “By:
‘ the way, I'm glad I've seen you. You
‘know, Phil’s said two or three times
ng hair, and a lively, black. | oe he was sorry he didn’t marry |
came excitedly.| “Ah! That was kind of him.” A
scarlet face—an icy voice.
“And I came right back, ‘Too late, hol
Too late. That girl has long |
pany.’ ”
“Thank you.”
Some persistent chatter across the
“And I said to him, ‘You can’t do
and spl Me dirt like this! You cannot do me
ack to a dirt like this!” I said to him—”
“Dirt!” Well, let me tell you, Cor-
ale, what happened to me last week.
That brother of mine meets me on
the street and lays me out flat be-
‘cause I don’t hand him a good-sized
loan! Me—that ain’t finished paying
for those two lots at the edge of Jer-
the sey City—"
Murting Alice's eardrum, Anne's
“Say, Anne,” hissed Barbara, with
Si , an alarmed movement of body. “Shut
pre She hn i up! Corale’ll dog me for a loan before
Corning was an Phil gets here and collects the leg-
Philip” acy!”
“Oh!” gasped Alice involuntarily.
“There isn’t much privacy here!”
“Privacy?” said Barbara with a
f
d a New York and |
Chicago run, even a goiter is not con- |
sidered a piece of personal property.” |
Some one across the r
called inquisitively. “You real- i
ly going to get that divorce, Earl
Alice Derry gave a smal]
With frowning scrutin
Barbara, listened to h
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
oom, possibly :
For a little mind courteth notoriety to
2% | illustrate its puny self. —Tupper.
nchng a mode is always dra-
Now Spring—Summer 1928
thrillingly takes stage.
What is new?
hat are the win
Where is the wa
long or short?
questions, fascinating to
The Eternal Femi
y she looked at | matic.
It was never
What is different?
Barbara spoke, WwW
ning colors?
istline? Are skirts
really on, really.”
carelessly enough.
“You said—”
“Did I? I don’t remember what I
“You said Phil said—”
“Oh, well, threatening to divorce
is our favorite
sport. But Phil’s all right now.”
“Sure,” jeered Anne.
nine distinguishes
, alluring quali-
ggest a lovel
body. The silhouette is
a-flutter with
ties that su
sense of the
| picturesquely
flounces, godets, pleats,
are becoming fashionable,
supplanting the angles of
e “garcon” type.
ping toward the normal
can be told that corsets
nipping in.”
short, full, allo
ment so necess
has been poeti
lengthen as t
feeling of formality, an
' characterizes
Not that the
ed all around, bu
fluttering accent
i line, playing hide
figure, intensifying
and flanges.
“Money nothing,”
said Barbara,
comfortably.
“He was all right two!
days ago. I got a letter that proved
toward Alice, her lips parted excited- it.
the one-tim
lines are cree
Barbara beamed on Alice, who was
attentive. And Alice was of that ash-
blond type whose delicacy is a most
indomitable mask of emotion.
“You know, Phil's one of these
nasty nice men,” she confided,
he doesn’t like to take medicine
tastes bad and he doesn’t like to be
messy. But the only thing that will
cure a cold of his is strips of bacon
around his neck when he goes to bed
When I'm at home with
him, I don’t argue.
Phil, put that on and don
sulks but he gets over that.
I got a letter two da
’d had a bad cold b
six strips of bacon on the
fore, I knew Phil was sim
to be nice to me,
port are standardized,
wing freedom of move-
ary for play. But, as
cally said, “Skirts will
he shadows
Vv are lengthen-
t dip gracefully with
moulding the hip
and seek with tha
the Eternal Fem-
Old favorites in material
g a return engagement.
aburti, linen for sport;
printed taffeta and moire f
noon or evening with tulle as the ac-
| cepted medium of a crisp fabric in a
sheer medium. The smart woman in-
cludes prints in her wardrobe this
small patterned ones in a be-
Ing variety for daytime, while
exotic floral designs glow ir-
bly in frocks for formal
ut he put |p
and please me. Poor
“Oh!” gasped Alice.
she put her hands to he
to shut away a picture.
But it could not be s
that picture of a Phil who
Phil she had known but t
had somewhere,
place in a cha
with a short, st
his neck ungra
handful of dete
“It is messy,”
Involuntarily |
r eyes, as if!
hut away—
he Phil who
some time, taken his
nging world; a man
bby mustache holding
cefully to Barbara's
stable bacon.
sighed Barbara, med-
With a startlingly swift
adjusting a thin, |
{ Colors are blended
: cately overcast.
re Summer Fav.
ty blue, and a
low. Beige,
for the street with
sports or evening.
ginning to recei
“The Melody Tones”
orites, orchid, a dus.
particularly lovely yel-
and a light navy
“off white’s” for
Nile green is be-
: movement, she was ve flattering atten-
sand-colored silk ga:
“Oh,” repeated Alic
put out a hand feebl
lost hold of somethin
securely in her grasp
At the same moment a dozen oth-
er girls rose—lithe,
bracelets and brown bo
by Alice, some signal must have been
heard. Barbara flung back a cordial
smile that seemed to mean good-by.
Barbara’s voice to Anne floated back
“Lots I care right now
ow ends its run.”
The dancing desert girls were run-
ng on the stage.
Alice made her way down and out,
directed by an indistinguishable mur-
mur and two scene-shifters,
great canvas walls which, shifted au-
, became desert sand, or
Is, or coral isles.
ue satin pumps passed
saying bitterly, “He
, ‘Spray your tonsils with
on’ and I said, “That's
you told me last week.”
person in gold and pur-
aying, “She crowds me
again in this act and you watch what
‘I do to her! Watch, I warn you.”
Alice heard, but was not interested.
S were vague, unreal.
passage leading past
the right side of the
ong the shadowy
d the center aisle.
y minutes just passed
e weakly. She |
¥, as if she had '5pnq
g that once was teyip
, and she rose.
The ensemble theme is important
capes, because they are so flat-
g, are to be popular.
Once the central
tume is establish
cally, of its accessories
must always be subordinate to
main theme and keyed to rela-
Hats are particu-
Felt will remain the
Straws that can be mould-
anipulated as felts are to
egree of popularity.
ut on differently this year,
n in a distinctly new way,
part of the foreheaq will
There is the clever off-
idea of one’s cos-
e thinks, logi-
with barbaric These, how-
tive importance.
larly interesting.
like a carol.
“when this sh
heighten the feminine appeal.
are more colorfu
Brims are wider.
Stockings, because they are so im-
part of the costume, must
lest they mar a
1, more varied in de-
, temple wal
A tenor in bl
distinctive ensemble
suede slip-on is always in good taste
large-girthed Bags, gloves, and stock-
ple passed s ing harmoni
jewelry has never been so
Modernistic gold and silver
Grandmother’s
fitting ornament for
motifs are effective.
jewelry is also a
Granddaughter’s
bustle inspiration,
quaint, lovely old
fortunate enough t
choose a delightful repli
rendered. For the rest, P
“Crystals, semi-
paz, amethyst,
Forms and voice
| She gained a
| the boxes on
ouse and thence "al
| wall to the back an
so search out the
pieces, if you are
ess them, or
‘seemed kal E
my prayers until I get down in the lo. pad whied, J Shee
Somber enough of woof. But
ow lacking—now!
precious stones, to-
carnelian, turquoise
Good dressing is not so much a
matter of spending money, as of
spending it wisely—good taste in
is a matter of know
Process of intelligent selectio
keyed and rightly chosen,
can be no glaring highlig
whelming shadows,
exquisitely balanced and harmonized.
The constant complaint of the
woman who is not slender that she
cannot wear wollen knit, is unwar-
ranted. True, she can
jerseys and expect
stretch and reveal much too obvious
but she can use judgment and
on in the selection of knitted
fabrics —cashmere
woven zephyr-cloths an
, woven fabric of firm t
Degrade effects leading from a
ght bodice to a gradually deepen-
ing shade by centering the darkness
at the hips and skirt lend the illusion
One of the smartest
employ that principle
pe and knitted fabric.
s beige and the skirt
digan covering the
» blending it with
ending in a deep
m of the jacket;
the brown of the
Gold metal threads are inter-
giving the weave a subdued
The stage was
where there
hts, no over-
but all will be
| girls, whirled sand.
't choose sleasy
them not to
“I’ve come b
drawing off her
gone a long time.”
behind the
ack,” she murmured,
s so different d any closely
like a temple's shadows, |
Her face was
d. But Murg-
her quickly, as
g for his will-
Too dark for him to
held the gr
not plainly to be viewe
tywood leaned toward
if a bell had been run
‘ing attention.
read her compo
for laughter the inflection of her
But beyond physical
nd, bells may
lls may be rung.
“It always is,” he sai
| Scenes change, too!”
“Yes. They change!”
n front of them an indignant seat-
der looked back to enjoin silence.
i Vou Bd Lot tts cont. | Te dancing desert girls ran off the
The tenor, in rose satin
His song would ha
a curtain had come down.
Eastern love song,
melodic—“My Heart Is a
Thy Solace.”
“Joe,” whispered Alice, “do you ev-
er bind bacon slices on your neck for
. a sore throat?”
“Good Lord, no,”
disapproval,
was 10 years
of slenderness.
of ensembles to
is of canton cre
The bodice i
. physical sou bodice begins in ta;
tan and brown, and
brown at the botto
where it blends into
d, oddly. “And
The skirt is pleated in clusters of
three alternated with box pleats, and
the steady brown continues to the
hem, where an inch band of the beige
carries to color toward the blouse.
A tan and brown Deauville kerchief
is worn flapperishly with it and in
my opinion could be dispensed with.
The rest of the costume from the
beige stitched toque to the beige hose:
and dark shoes meets with my strong
he exclaimed in
“At least, not since I
Nothing makes a home look love-
old and my mother was
lier than clean, gleaming windows.
Even lace curtains cannot hide the
grease and grime.
cleaner I have learn
paper as a cleaner.
are wet from rain, wipe them off with
towel or a soft
you?” she whispered, with From the dry
ed the value of
“If you were the one When windows
he said without hesitan
“I wonder,” she mu
that insisted,”
rmured, “if I]
By Ida M. Evans in Public
When they need a real wash, wring
a chamois skin out of hot water in
which a few soap chips are dissolved
‘and a little ammonia added, and wash
Wipe them with another
chamois skin, slightly moistened. The
chamois skins may seem expensive at
first, but they will last for years.
DE — —
A Boon to Humanity.
Goo. “How did the professor make
his million ?”
“He put fenders on grape-
ns.”—Penn State Froth.
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