The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-08-10
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dy Park Clubhouse, with Mr.. anc MIS- u.
BIC. Lucas as host and hostess Friends
or Miss Francine Lucas and her cousin.
Miss Adrienne Lucas. were the invited ones
and no married persons nor any of the old
err set were present. X was. Therefore. not
the debut of Miss Adrienne. being merely
an informal midsummer night dance. with
plenty OF fun, waltzes and two-steps from
a Hungarian orchestra. and a supper that
left nothing TO be desired. Mr.. ard Mrs.
Lucas always entertain on the most hos
pitable lines. and a big house party went
over &c white Oaks" after the Lucas pri-
vate car had whizzed out Of sight of the
clubhouse. conveying everybody else 10
Wellston junction.
White Oaks is looking especially fine just
now. Mr.. Lucas takes great pride and a
justihable pride. too-in his plants. shrubs
and trees: and has had wonderful success in
making European novelties, such as Eng
lish oaks, Australian pines, japanese plums
and German lindens grow in Missouri soil
His vegetable garden, also. is a show one,
and those two-pound ripe tomatoes. care
fully upheld on the latest improved variety
of wooden supports. the huge purple egS-
plants, the vivid scarlet peppers, me sew
enteen different varieties OF watermelons.
now ready for the ice chest; the big green
okra pods, and the luscious sweet corn. fair
" make ones mouth water and afford enc
of the most interesting of country sights.
1HV pcBpNA' NNHNN~
friends tell of stony Won Phul, who went
out to White Oaks not long ago. and or be-
ing shown the garden, decided TO eat a red
pepper. fresh from the vines. despite the re-
monstrances Of everybody within sight. He
took one big bite, made a hasty dash for
the nearest water faucet and hadn't a word
10 say the rest of the day. A Lucas red
pepper is fully as fiery as it looks.
Letters from the Douglass Cooks are writ
ten from Munich. where thew are stopping,
after having done the Rhin eland and toured
Switzerland thoroughly. From Munich Mr..
ana Mrs. Cook will start this week for a
diving trip through the Bavarian and Aus
TRAN Highlands. some Of the mos beautiful
and picturesque country of the Continent.
They have been much interested in visiting
the castles which the mad King Ludwig
erected all over his domain, and sent sew
eral friends pictures of Schloss L~inderhof,
which they particularly admire.
Miss Edna Brlns, pleasantly remembered
by many of the music and socia; sets of
town, came down from her old home, st.
Charles, a few days ago, and delighted her
friends by a brief visit. She has been
in New York working like a Trojan in rocal
music, and studying with several different
teachers for different things. Always a
pretty girl. she has returned a really stun
ring woman. with an added ten or fifteen
POUNDS that Is entirely becoming: ana, with
a new poise that marks the thshed ana Gull
tuTed person.
Miss Brins's voice is a full. rich dramatic
soprano. which the late Charles Humphrey
delighted to train, and which Eastern
teachers have grown enthusiastic about.
Her St Charles and st. Louis friends will
have an opportunity to hear her sing and
note Improvements on the 18th, when she.
assisted by a handsome French-Canadian
barytone. Francois Archmabault, are to sing
In concert in st. Charles. A special car from
town will take a large party to the cross
river village on the night in question.
est. Louis is positively the worst place on
eafth-except the Sahara-to buy a be-
tWeen-season hat" declared a very tired
candy shop one hot noon last week I'm
trying to get off to Manitou Saturday, and
] want a knock-abouth hat that will not look
I6s the last rose of summer. nor yet will 1t
pResage too much of autumn leaves. / have
trAmped the town over. and. except whits
dow. ] can find nothing that is at all suita- |
ola Dead birds glare at me across nat
brims Of INDUSTRIOUS width and depth, and
sity that made me look like a subject for
furned all round the brim, and chopped off |
eQuarely in the back, with a plain band of
block velvet for trimming, This was weird
TAnother awfully and wonderfully fiat
alllcle in gray felt had old pink wings laid
an over it A third had q whole crown of
the ttresome emerald green. with a white
felt brfm. For genuine freakiness every
o oofsds nat But th as ! I e Son.t saw Wish S0V to R a6oc Ge any eny
friends that ! may have in Manitou / re-
solved to retrim an old rough brown straw
that ] had. and shall not invest in these
Iistest novelties"
It Isn't every woman who will tell a joke
good bad or indifferent-on herself; but
my West Morgan street friend has no COM
Functions whatever in relating the follow
laughs are all on her, so to speak. 1t seems, |
not long ago, she decided to renovate a
Slsca taneta gown IN order that It might tgSi
month, and do some excellent service on the
board walk and elsewhere. She had worn
locked a bit rusty, the silk was still per
fectly whole and unworn.
Now, my friend is an indefatigable read
monthly. and says she gets no end of new
ideas out OF them. So, happening to have
icais which told how to renovate silks. she
took her book-everything of the kind she
keeps most methodically in notebooks-and
soon. found one that seemed feasible.
""Old silks may be made as good as new
by dipping them In stale beer and pressing
While damp with an iron that is not hot
enough to scorch," was the way 1t read.
Having entered the contents of several beer
bottles into basin over night, she proceeded
was an unlined shirt-waist suit and very
easy to handle. Sure enough the results
we're everything that could be desired. The
SIX, pressed with the right kind of an iron,
did indeed look well, and madame went off |
to Atlantic City with it in her trunk, proud
economy.
But. alasi Why Is 1t that these recipes
1nr making "old things as good as new"
never warn one what must be avoided?
Madame encountered several rainy DAYS at
Atlantic. and one day got that pretty tat
1etA gown considerably dampened as she
vent from her hotel to another to pay some
Visits. She found her acquaintance in.
4ewever, and they sat down to chat on one
OF the Dig piazzas. Hardly five minutes had
passed before the St. Louis matron was
norr1neo and embarrassed TO notice that
MES IN tens and twenties were swarming
81 over her gown, in her lap. on her back, |
Sound her collar, and decorating the skirt
Ire q pattern of passementerie. And every
ume she tried to brush them of, with fn
ST or nonchalance, they returned fourfold.
while the none too delicate aroma OF stale
peer rose to her nostrils as her 'trenoyated"
tsneta dried In the breeze. She cut her cali
snort and hurried home almost in tears. her
hostess who, Of course. could not hein no.
uong the hies. wondering what on earth
was the mattar.
but little Mrs. West Morgan does not hes
1fAte TO tell this story. and holds herself as
an awful, warning to all credulous women
who would fain ''renovate" in like fashion
SERENA LAMB.
WEDDINGS.