The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-22


would be better TO pin on my gown a
bunch of violets 50 there may be touch
OF mauVe." After telling this man asked
me if she was buried in that way.
Men as a rule are antcnmax Plays
| books, music, nothing is written for men
| They lack subtlety. A man may play on
| the violin like an angel You may credit
him with a soul, but the soul is divided he
tween the violin and the woman who lis
tens to fits strains of wonderful melody
lie understands the technique. He knows
his work to perfection, but he doesn't
know how close TO each other are heaven
and music. The playwriler takes his pen
ell, that dreadful blue one and Ms out
something, not because it lacks wit not
because it does not fit well in that partic-
ular place, but because the women
wouldn't like it. The noveHstpe in hand,
or, wiser STILL debating 10 "A stenographer
for manuscript stands "A better chance
for acceptance if IL Is typewriter, looks a
chapter and applauds himself for his
brightness and then hesitates Conse-
quently he Is lost If he allows it to remain
1t is a chapter that will displease the aver
age woman, and everything in art, books,
music and plays to succeed must please
the Women with a capital W.
You take the chosen one to the theater
You are a generous, pleasant fellow You
have been through a good college and
have seen something of life, but there is
line in the play that to you seems as
nothing. and the liitle woman with you
whispers, "All the play hinges on that
line" After events prove H. How does
she know? She hasn't your brain, she
hasn't your experience, but she has a
wonderful something God given which
in dogs we call instinct. 1t is better than
all learning, than all the experience ever
| gained in great universities or in travelling
over the world,
/ But, there / intended to tell you about
/ the new linen suits, for being smart lit
! tie woman, you want to be properly
/ dressed for the summer You run in from
| Larchmont or Tuxedo or some other
handy place to go to a roof garden with
Jack or Tom or that other dear boy-what
IS his name? You can't bring dress suit
case this time, and you mustn't be over
dressed al a roof garden or when dining at
! a French table dhote. Consequently you
put on the Quickest of duck gowns, and
when the special man sees you he thinks,
"Was there ever?" and forgets how old
the world is.
You wear a duck gown which is Of sal
mon pink. The skirt Is laid In close plalts
| so that as you move every curve OF your
/ beautiful body Shows. Each group of
plaits is lined with black braid, and each
braid terminates about one-quarter Of
| yard above the edge Of the skirt under
black gutta percha button, so that there
Is just flare enough to make your properly
| shod feet dance in and out IN fascinating
| fashion. Your bodice has a blouse front
laid IN plaits and trimmed with braid and
buttons while a square opening just i'm the
center shows a cunning little white Mar
| selles plastrOn About your round waist
is a crush belt of cardinal velvet, and I'M
der your chin above the high collar flares
the usual French bow which in this case,
| is of red chiffon.
If anybody thinks that this charming
girl went 10 the roof garden and the
I French table dhote with the dearest fell
low in the world without a chaperon he is
mistaken. 1t is true that the chaperon
was two years younger than she, but still
her visiting cards had 'Mrs." on them
The pretty chaperon wore duck gown
made of gray pique and trimmed with
narrow rows of black braid, the front
width buttonng on the side ones in the
usual received manner. The bodice had
fetching little Jacket front and a smart
plastrOn that buttoned over it, while the
fitted belt was of green velvet. The hat
had a soft crown, and 1t seemed mixture
of ribbon and velvet all covered by very
thin veil that brought out the beauty Of
the skin and hid its imperfectlons. This
gown, having come from Paris, had far
ing collar and a smart bow, or, rather
the smart bow, matching the belt, Just
under the chin.
There was another girl in the party
whose gown was 50 absolutely fetching
that for a little while The other two wo.
men were rather nasty to her. but after
something to fetch up their appetltes they
grew civil Strangely enough il was the
simplest gown of the three. IL had a
Y narfaef1V Main skirt Of .ucra Iipan but
the skirt had the wonderful French fit and
the wonderful French hang that can only
be got by an artist in dressmaking. She
= may live In a back street and charge all
most nothing or live In an expensive neigh
borhood and demand more than your life
or liberty, provided she gets your whole
pocketbook The plated blouse had close
fitting sleeves tucked at intervals and
was Of pale blue taffeta over II came a
fitted jacket Of the pique, cut out OF the
neck 10 show the underbody and lacking
| sleeves This Jacket was trimmed with
black braid and buttons. while the double
looped bow under the chin above the high
| collar was of black taffeta ribbon The
hat was Of the sort Of thing the angels
dream Of BY the bye, did you ever see
an angel wearing a hat? IL was Of black
neapoIltan decorated with yards upon
yards of blue silk muslin and cooked 10
at one side in a way that made you real
lie that first it was necessary to be a
genius before one could become a mil
liner.
You probably think IL you happen to
be a man, that the dresses Of these wo-
, men had no effect on the men of the
party Ny dear friend, a man knows
hv some curious intuition, when a wo-
. man is well dressed. ana he Invariably
likes to accompany that one whose gown
Is perfectly fitting. whose hat Is smart
, and whose gloves are immaculate-in
I fact. whose costume is a success.
Oh, / know, none better than I, that
/ when a man cares for woman, he viii
take her out, 10 matter how shabby she
looks, but in society shabbiness Is a fhing
frowned on. That you may be denying
I yourself q smart gown for some one else's
y sake Is considered in society perfect folly
, If your heart Is breaking and you are
4 in society you must laugh, drink and be
e merry. since this world desires from It's
o. votaries no tears and no sad looks but
r. always a jest and always laugh.
( | And how many laughs conceal sorrow
!, full hearts? How many smiles are masks