The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-21

If the fashionable importers had said, as
did the country girl of old: "Give me any
color, so it's red" Always, of course, al
lowing the wonderful shades of violet,
that if they were less modest, might be
called the rage. If you ask for a neat
parasol, one for general wear, you are
shown a purple MORE, lined with green
and decorated on the end of it's white wood
stick by ball of green jade! If you don't
fancy this, the salesman proudly brings
forth a fiery-red umbrella with a stick
ornamented in what he calls: Cleopatra
like" And by this he means that the
lotus flower in the fiat Egyptian drawing,
is the chosen decoration. The handles of
parasols are decidedly gaudy. Sticks of
natural wood are finished with the heads
of cockatoos, of swans and of other grace
full birds. all highly colored, while in con-
trast one finds on other sticks tiny dogs
funny little kittens, not to mention enor-
nous Strawberries, gooseberries, grapes
and currants. And all made to look like
nature. wonder if these sticks represent
the realistic school? Still, in reality, we
wouldn't tie pets or punches of fruit to
our parasol handles. But as 1 said, the
cry seems to have gone out, and over the
earth: ANY color so long as it's red"
OF course, you have seen the red shirt
waists with their staring white collars
and glossy black satin stocks. 1t seems
strange to have such absolute contrast in
the favorte colors as there is between red
and violet, for who can ever think of the
violet as being anything but quiet and in
good taste; and who can think of bright
red as being anything but rather exciting
for summer wear? People who study the
effect of color say that one reason the
English soldiers fight so well is because of
their red coats, the color being an incent-
i've to bloodshed. 1 wonder if that's true!
We all know how easily one can be in
1uenced by a certain costume; so why
shouldn't it be true? Could pale blue
stand for anything but arbitration? If
you wore the costume of Quakeress,
wouldn't you be rather ashamed to let
your angry passions rise? Could you be
severe and say ugly words if you wore
a white frock, daintily trimmed with rib
bon and lace? But wouldn't it be easy to
be stubborn and angry and to quarrel if
YOU wore a black skirt with a red silk
bodice and carried a red silk parasol?
Some day we'll all know everything about
the real strength and influence of mani
mate things, then Wen understand why
we are affected as we are by certain col
ors, by certain contrasts, by certain per-
fumes, and by certain atmospheric
changes Who doesn't know that day
when it's dark, the air is heavy, and ev-
cry sorrow you have ever had, or ever ex-
pect to have, comes up before you and
makes you feel yourself a much abused
person? Who hasn't joyed in the day whe
the air seemed full of a tonic, a very wine
of life, when one almost tried to drink
it, and life seemed so well worth living
and l are perfectly weak, poor creatures;
we're affected morally and mentally, not
only by what we wear, and what we see,
but by the weather. 1t is great deal
easier to De a saint on a bright, clear day
than it is to be even a haf-saint when
everything goes wrong, including the
methods adopted by the rain-drops
It's a good thing for us that the weather
changes, but it's curious how often our
ideas change, especially our ideas of beau
ty How long is it since the lanky, thin
gaunt-looking girl, with a thick bang,
tried way down on her forehead, her
general get-up decidedly dowdy was in
fashion? Following her, there came the
extremely trig tailor-made girl; she part
ed her hair exactly in the middle, and
arranged it with such smoOthness that
you felt it must hurt her head. Every
button on her frock had duty to per-
form and every one did it. She gave no
thought to the beautiful in her toilet but
concentrated all her mind on the useful
She was a comfortable girl to walk with
and to travel with, but a good housekeep-
er always felt that she was ont of place
when she seated herself on a rose-colored
satin chair. Then, came the girl who was
all things to all hours of the day. She was
charming because she was adaptable, but
in the evening she had a way of looking
too long upon the rouge pot, and it was
whispered that she understood perfectly
how to make powder stay in place. Now
we have changed again. Our beauty must
roll her hair off her forehead, and arrange
a couture as nearly like that worn by the
unfortunate Princess de Lamballe as is
possible. And she must be black and
white. OF course, she can't be black and
white if she has golden hair naturally.
Under these circumstances she must re-
greet her inability, but never even smile at
a bottle of dye. Bleach and henna and
dye have absolutely been thrown to the
dogs, but the dogs are wise in their gen.
GRAFTON, and do not touch them. For they
conclude sensibly enough thatsa time will
come when women will again be foolish
and take this rubbish unto herself again.
1t would seem as if the ideal beauty was
the one told about in the old fairy tale
You remember it? If you don't I'll tell
1t to you. There was once q beautiful
queen, kind. gentle, and loved by al, her
subjects. She always set them a GOOD
example. One day she was sitting at her
embroidery frame and, as she sewed she
pricked her finger, pricked ii so badly
that drop of bright red blood fell on the
linen she was working. OH she said,
1 wish l had a daughter as white as that
linen, as red as that blood, and as black
as my ebony embroidery frame And
her special fairy being in attendance, i'm
mediately arranged that all should nap
pen as she wished. And she did have a
beautiful daughter, a wonderful little
princess who, when she grew up, had the
blacklist of hair. the whitest of skin.
while her lips were as red as red could
be-" And that's what the mother of each
princess should be praying for to-day II
II Is wished that the young lady should
be a professional beauty. Nobody can de-
ny the beauty of black hair II has a
gloss that Is never seen on blonde locks,
and It must be rather nice for the dark
haired girls TO know that, II the blondes
are strong mentally, they the brunettes,
are supposed to know how to love well.
Speaking of colors. Did you know that