Los Angeles herald., 1891-06-07
The Summer Girl Painted by
LIE Vanway.
Dainty Gowns for Semi-Tropic
Summer Days.
English Danes and Their Remark
able Taste for COlOrs.
At the Fete-Tinsel Shoes Swagger
Gloves -Gauze Fans-New Real
FIowers-The Latest Modes.
Special Correspondence to the HERALD.

manner DeWltcnlngly IlInlu, anu hei
voice had just enough tremble in it to
make it touching. And her gown-her
gown was perfect.
Who?
Why, there's only one who these same
days, only one. The sweet girl who
said "Thank you,' when she received
her little blue ribbon diploma last week.
*x*
The gowns were all SO deliciously
spring-like and girlish. There were no
shivering arms or poor, thin undevel-
oped throats.
The summer gowns that girl is going
to wear this season are as pretty as she
is.
There's pink. for example. Anemone,
shell, shrimp, apple-blow, peach,
maiden's blush and dozen other pinks.
They are the favorite girls shades
this year.
Green comes next-delicate, foamy,
mermaidish green.' It's lovely on a
peach blonde. The best thing the sum-
mer girl has in her trunk, though, is her
outing gown.
She has two of them, so that acci'
dents by flood or field cannot terrify her.
One of 'em is the blazer-the silk skirt,
the short, plain skirt and the iaunty
sailor hat. The other is the Norfolk
get-up. It's just like a boys Norfolk
get-up, except-well, there's a killed
petticoat and there are long russet
CATERS.
Youth is all the rage. The girl of 16
or IL dresses, looks and acts like dear
little simple-hearted child if she's in the
fashion.
She walks and rides and runs and
rows and laughs as hard as she wants TO.
She doesn't read novels She reads
stories-Louise Alcott's stories; cries
over them, too. She don't know what
headache is, and she never heard of a
heartache. She looks just as much like
picture of losy-faced English girl, in
the London Graphic, as she can, and
then she's happy.
The silly, little, high voiced, over
dressed, candy devouring, novel pouring
creature has gone far, far away. Thank
the kind fates for SO much.
x*x
White velvet ribbon is the latest kind
of trimming.
White suicide gloves are the swellest
things for evening.
Crimpled crepes in queer blues are
lovely.
The more stick-pins you have the
luckier you are.
x*x
Talk about the quiet dress of an
English gentlewoman Why, the taste
of the average English woman is to that
of an American like bed of brick red
geraniums to bank of modest violets.
What would the ladies of Los Angeles
think if Mrs. Figueroa Street or Mrs.
st. James Park should appear at lawn
fete gowned in grass green satin orna-
mented with gold? Yet that's exactly
the toilet worn at fete champetre in
England, worn by a very great lady
who has an imposing title. Another
Lady Something Or-Other flashed forth
in sky-blue satin and duchesse lace !!
Think of it! In the afternoon!
**x
There were some rather pretty get
ups" at the San Francisco fete the other
day; nothing at all startling, though.
**x
Big hats were the thing at the fete.
Mrs. Oelrichs wore one, Mrs. Hecht
wore one, Mrs. O'Connor wore one, and
SO did everyone else. There was not a
white gown there, unless / am greatly
mistaken; not one. White gowns are
lovely for any outdoor affair, too, and
there are such pretty materials to get
white in now. Materials quite thick
enough to keep off the sharp afternoon
wind.
Tinsel shoes are awfully fashionable.
So are velvet ones. | saw dear little
pair of pistache velvet shoes the other
day. They are to be worn by pretty
bridesmaid.
**x
There are some very swagger new
gloves. Swagger is the only word that
tells how they look. There's something
aggressive about them that just suits
that ugly word. They are dressed kid,
and they are spear-pointed at the top,
and they have big brass buttons. They
are tan colored, of course.
**x
Gauze fans are the prettiest things in
the shops. / saw delicious white one
Yesterday. 1t was scattered with but
tercups and daisies. There were white
sticks, and there was big bow OF yell
low ribbon on that handle.
x*x
Don't you love flowers There are
some new flowers, real flowers. There's 8
big white daisy with glowing red
center, and there is snowy pink with
a heart of crimson fire. Have you seen
them? Then there are some tiny pinks,
not bigger than violet, and they are
marvelously sweet scented.
x*x
There was dear little gown of black
foulard that was just background for
punches of carnation pinks. Pinks SO
red and so natural that you could shut
your eyes and imagine you smelled
'em, as they grew in the border OF an
old-fashioned garden long ago. A gar
den bordered with pinks and hedged
with sweet peas, and filed with petu--
Mas, bachelor buttons, four o'clocks and
marigolds. A garden where there were
lots Of gay little yellow butterflies and
great many buzzing bees. A garden
but that garden is dead long ago, and |
am wandering from my subject. Wan
dering dreadfully. Never mind, that's
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