The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-05-07
WHAT Hue is YOUR HARP
IL 1t Isn't White You're Surely Not In the
Swim.

lingering mus 10 be sure. it is not
to be wondered at, as the modern
woman is really the evolved product
of several centuries of barbarous treat
on an emotional
basis only.
Woman's barbarism crops out in the
teuacity with which she clings to the
punched ear and the earring of her
savage sister. in her love of color, and
especially in her love for her hair. No
Lombard chief was ever more solicit
Gus about his long blonde tresses than
she of hers.
To be sure. no one wants her TO
change those pretty fashions. 1t Is
bad enough to have 4 man going about
in stiff black cylinders, always arrayed
as If his only friend was moribund.
But as regards TO her hair she runs TO
crazeS.
Within the last five years we have
had at least half-dozen radical
changes. If some prominent woman
feels that she is losing her grip" as
the horrid men say-W hich means. l
suppose, that she Is not receiving
sufficient attention-all she does is TO
change the color of her hair find
new style of pin for holding it in place,
or dress it in Il new style. Sine will
he Photographed far and wide, and
every woman who can will follow the
new mode.
\ few years ago the first lady in the
land decided To sacrifice her hair.
Charming Little ringIcts stood mp all
over her head; but behold the effect.
The BARRIERS trade experienced a
boom, and old aud young. straight aud
curly hair. throughout the land were
cropped. As a result the hideOuS derby
came into style again.
When a little hair had grown out
coterie of girls who boosted Dianic
noses decided that the PSYCHE knot
was just THE sweetest way in the
world" Mistress and maid met for
once on the same ground. Both
adored and adopted the Psyche knot.
This would never do. Anything that
everybody can have is not considered
worth having by the ultra-fashionable.
A style has only to become craze to
be relegatcd to the bric-a-brac or
historic regions.
But what Il conSo lation it must have
been 10 the classic woman in her cle-
waited position IL our art museums to
feel that at last after centuries of wait
ing, she was in the fashion. There can
be nothing more horrible for woman
to contemplate than the fact that she
is out of styl".
The next change was a startling one
Gradually one became aware that the
blonde type of woman was becoming
more numerous. Shakespeare had cX-
perienced a revival in the theaters.
The swan of Avon abhors a dark
woman.
His heroines are always of the
blonde type. Of course when all the
well-known actresses appeared in gold
ell wigs the color became fashionable.
The genteel woman of course would
not be guilty of Il wig unless she were
bald. The latter she never is, because
she hathcs her scalp frequently and
airs it well. a quiet little modiste for
the hair was consulted. She produced
a wash which turned the hair Il charm
ing golden. Once week the addition
was performed and the little hair
dresser grew rich.
At the height of the craze poor Nine
Patti decided on another farewell tour.
But alas! she discovered Il gray hair.
What could she do? In private life
one may turn gray in peace. But a
grayhaircd prima donna! Who would
tolerate such an anachronism?
Since golden hair was already the
craze it would never do to adopt that.
PATHS thinking cap rested on bright
head. Red hair was the fiat. Every
one obeyed. Everybody praised. 1t
was supreme stroke of enterprise.
Even Il divorce su;t, or lost Jewels,
would not have been as effective an adj
yertiSemGnt. But the dear auburn
haired girl, wasn't she glad? No more
white horse for her! And the golden
hairs were all darkened. 1t was often
the most delicate llattery to the dis
tinguished singer, that, looking over
her audience she saw two-thirds of the
heads rejecting the color of her own.
With PATHS departure the red hair be-
came mOnotonous.
Then clever woman discovered
that intellectual women grow white
haired very young. Every fashion
ionabIe woman is literary and intel
lectual nowadays. If You can't write
anything yourself, or if YOU don't
want to bother, YOU can always get
some literary nobody to write for you
and let you have the credit-if there is
any.
Walk up Fifth avenue some fac Sun
day morning. At that time YOU will
see only two classes on that thorough
fare-those who have come to see the
styles and those who exhibit them.
You will be astouished at the large
number of women whose dearest
enemies, their hlidemaids. would not
insiuuatc that more than six lusters
have passed over their heads. and
whose hair is as white as the driven
snow. 1t is not the hair of the old
women whose hair turns because the
supply of pigment has been cut off by
the lcssening vitality of increasing
years, but Il clear white wreathinr a
youthful face. Some women who
were positively plain have become en-
trancingly distiugue through this de-
vice.
What are we to have next2 Let me
whisper it. Bernhardt mas come. She
has bronZe-red hair. Already my hair
dresser friend is preparing for the new
craze. Soon we shall see the bronze
hair everywhere. 1t is to be loosely
laid on top of the head and held in
place by two long pins, the exact
counterparts of some that were old
when they were buried in the tombs of
Cyprus. four centuries b. G.
Further into the future of changing
hair we cannot look. This important
matter is regulated solely by circum-
stances.-N \. Continent
Making Children Mind.