Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-01-03
Gallagher (aged), by Blarneystone, 14o lbs, wo
the first heat
PAINTING woMEN's FACES.

A lady correspondent of the Cincinnati
Inquirer, writing from New York, SAYS ::
Having read several accounts purporting
to tell how the writer's had been beautified
by paint and cosmetics in professional
hands, wondered whether it was really
fact that womans face could be so deity
made up as to defy detection. There
was only one way to test the question, and
that was to submit myself personally to
treatment. So | went to the foremost
identifying bazaar" in the city, the one
about which l had heard the most praise,
and soon found myself in small private
room, seated in something like a bar
ber's chair before a mirror. with fe.
male operator. She began by max
ing me take off the waist of my
dress, and then she enveloped me
in loose muslin wrapper. Next she
shampooed my hair thoroughly, and that
felt cool and good. Then she dried it with
a sponge, brushed it back from my neck
and forehead, and dressed it after the fash
ion of the period, using a great deal of
sticky bandoline. She went from my hair
to my eyes, bathing them with liquid
which probably had belladona in it, for it
enlarged the pupils and impaired briliancy.
The next operation was to pull out stray
hair here and there ON my neck, arms and
shoulders with pair of tweezers Then
she washed my face with pale, rose-col-
ored cosmetic, which dried rapidly while
she rubbed it with soft sponge. With
rabbits foot, such as is used by actors, she
put a higher tint on my cheeks, and some
bright rouge on my lips and nostrils. With
brush she blackened my eyebrows,
lashes, and underneath my eyes. The
veins On my temple were delicately
traced with light blue; and, finally,
l was dabbled- with powder The
operation was just what l had expected,
and l paid S. for it. 1 was also invited
to buy the various things which the un.
deniably skillful woman had used on me-
Well, my verdict on the result is simply
this: No woman can paint without detec.
ton. Devotees of fashion may just as well
abandon the contrary opinion. 1 looked
into the mirror ON getting out of the chair
and hardly recognized myself. My face
was greatly changed. My eyes shone, my
cheeks glowed, and there was brightness
and piquancy that had not been there
when entered. But this, mind you, was
in somewhat dimly lighted room, where
the work was softened and shaded. Ten
minutes afterwards l met myself in a
street-mirror, under the full glare of
MONDAY sun. Well, was simply dis
gusted. The painted surface looked no
more like human skin than it did like
sole leather; the black around my eyes was
like strokes of charcoal; my lips had the
unnatural red of scarlet ink. walked up
to the glass and viewed my artificial coun-
tenance with feeling of repulsion. 1t re-
minded me of some execrable portrait done,
in water colors. l hurried into store and,
bought vail with which I covered the
Identification. Then went straightway
home, and scrubbed my face until every
trace of foreign substance was gone. My
experience convinced me of the utter folly
of paint as beautifier, for by no possibility
can it be put on without showing exactly
what it is. Dry powder, and mighty little
of that, is all that I advise any woman to
put on her face. If nature has not impaired
beauty of complexion, there is no use try
ing to make up the deficiency by artifces
1t is far better to turn our ingenuity
toward wearing our hair becomingly, for in
that direction a great deal of com, illness
may be commanded. But let pigments
alone, unless you are content to be pretty
in CHASTITY kind of way, and at the sacri-
fee of all outward indications of warm
flesh and blood