Los Angeles herald., 1905-06-18

ant things like that-and to have the
hat. She selected a pink parasol to
make us complete, which has the love-
liest carved ivory handle and sweet
peas embroidered all over the cover. 1t
was the finishing touch and she looks
to us to do great things on the Ca
sino veranda at a lawn fete or after
noon tea or something of the sort. She
has it all arranged; a young man in
white flannels and pink striped shirt
is to cross the lawn with a mutual
friend. He is to catch sight of us
he starts back and eXclaims WHO is
that pink dream? 1 say, old man. in
troduce me at once." The introduction
is effected, and without the loss of a
moment he falls captive to my melt
ing sweetness. She read somewhere
in a book that a pretty girl in pink
looked sweet enough to be eaten with
a spoon, and she evidently wants to
be eaten. Anyway, if 1 fail her she
will think she may as we'll take the
black veil at nineteen.
EXHIBIT ".
Go to, everybody else 1 am the real
gem of the collection, and it's me she
looks to to do the real work of the
summer. Every other mothers gown
of you may be worn in the drawing
room or anywhere, winter or summer,
and there is no individuality, no char
acter-not a particle of chic; but when
~ n ho c,1it-
modesty-for there is modesty even in
bathing suits-forbids me to say more!
But if 1 don't land something, and tha
not fish, this summer she will think
the mission of the bathing suit is
ended. Fourteen separate fittings were
required for me- and she cavorted be-
fore the full length triple mirror to
get the effect of me riding over the
breakers or lying prone in the sand.
More care was required for the length
and hang of my skirt than of anything
else in her wardrobe. First, she
thought she would have me above the
knees, then she decided that the fe-
male knee was not beautiful from
every point of view, so 1 had to he
Then she was so afraid
1 was too long and that some neat
curves were not sufficiently displayed
that she had me shortened again.
The French modiste, my creator,
pleaded and protested. Mademoiselle
looked une nymphe, une verltable
nymphe, and her toilette de rocean was
a triumph. But no. mademoiselle was
not satisfied and would not take me
until she felt confident there would not
be another like me in the land. She
was not having a bathing suit made of
cardinal silk at $40 yard to look like
girl in hired rig on the beach at
Coney Island! Every curve must be
fitted and everything that wasn't a |
curve carefully concealed. The open
work silk stockings to go with me fit
fiawlessly, and 1t is well, for to have
ugly, wrinkling things struggling be- |
low me would certainly have disturbed
my silken serenity. The fringed sash |
she has to tie about our middle is just
a darling, and the cute little sandals. |
with crisscross lacing, made in Paris, |
are simply the most fetching things
imaginable. She is right in thinking
they are more becoming than stocking
feet. 1 think heard her say she got
the idea from variety actress.
Fortunately her hair curls naturally,
so she doesn't have to tie 1t up in
bathing cap, which at best is fright
fully unbecoming. And the grand coup
she has planned for propitious sum-
mer morning! She is going to venture
cut beyond her depth; then she means
to throw out her beautiful bare arms
and scream for help. A splendid athe-
letic young man with brown shoulders
will be at hand-she will take care of
that-and will fly TO the rescue. bring
ing her in with her lovely half uncon-
scious head plllowed ON his supporting |