The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1899-06-23
sERMONErrE ON BEAUTY.
The Society Smile Leaves Lines In
the Face That Are Hard
to E6ace.

Our faces get just as tired as our
backs or our feet, and then, if we know
enough, we long for the soothing touch
of fingers trained to knead and pat and
stroke our muscles.
The sensation is delightful. Ten vel
vety balls travelling around our chin,
under our eyes, across our foreheads.
and each ball carrying along cool lit
tie dab of something creamy and soft
and fragrant.
Many's the spell of cross-grainness
have had chased off in this way. Social
indulgences must be paid for.
We are obliged to grimace. Some PEG
pie call it smiling" We expect ou1
smirks to bring lines.
We look to the artful rubber to KEEP
facial muscles SO strengthened that
they will resist the strain to which they
are subjected.
/ We are also wise enough to learn
few massage tricks as well.
And how careful we are to get to-
gether delicate lotions that will help
our ten fingers to do the work demand
ed of them.
Imagine how the face of a woman
pledged to six euchres a week and
whist or two thrown in must need mas
sage. There is nothing on earth more
cruelty unkind to good looks than those
persistent efforts of ours to be agree
able. We cannot go into society with
sealed lips and expressions that are
funereal. We begin the great grimac-
ipo from, 1o rive 011Y
hostess our first handshake to the time
for the final adieu.
We can actually feel, if we have
grown sensitive upon the subject OF
wrinkles, the lines coming about our
eyes, and around our mouth every time
we contract the muscles.
We may be ignorant of consequences.
If so we let threadlike weaves appear.
and that cunning scamp = Time = de-
lighted to be allowed his will, sees to it
that they become day by day deeper and
deeper.
And there arrives a time when even
| Venus mirror refuses to shelter de-
| fects. Our eyes are still bright, ouI
color fine, our complexion free from
blemishes, but, alas! few crows feet
OF network of wrinkles spoils every
thing.
1t is all folderol to tell woman of 80
that she may look as young as girl of
| 10. If true to the trust nature has re.
posed in her she has no need to envy
the bud. If she has cared for each gift
with which she has been endowed, she
can afford to laugh at the pretensions of
| oil &c oh oil re; in,
;ipidities. If, however, she has been
negligent of the arts that beautify, an
unbeliever in science as a cure-all for
our infections, she must simply bear her
punishment. She will be punished.
2etribution may loiter. 1t arrives, if
not promptly on time, early enough to
torment, to harass, to reproach.
Life may not be such picnic to any
one of us that we desire to cling to
youth. We may even long to end it.
We should without delay be coached re-
yarding the ironclad rule which prog
ress insists shall be learned, namely.
that we are expected to be beautiful,
wholesome, physically delight and to
please others and not ourselves.
How are our faces scanned? We
should not hold the years we have lived
responsible, but the lives we have led.
Malice and snarling work havoc with
the fairest faces. Defy the laws of
common sense and hygiene and see
where we will bring up. Go on from
time to time, planning reforms without
carrying out a single plan, and see how
we will come out. There is no dissipa-
ton, it matters not how small, that does
not leave its impress. I have no pa
thence with a wheezy old age. with a
sallow-tinted, bloomless maturity. I
have no patience with a shriveled,
parchment-like decay, with lean or a
fat old womanhood. Grow old beauti-
fully. If we do not know how it can be
done we should lose no time in finding
out.-Dorothy Maddox, in Philadelphia
Inquirer.