Evening star., 1905-11-05

non of dead hair surely the cigarette would
remain!
Woman is as the artist drew her the
eternal question She is so interesting she
will always furnish a text. for as far back
as the days of the Puritan Priscilas she
was being rated as a witch if she had red
hair or a fair face.
Now she rides astride and plays a fair
game of polo, and the physicians howl
their disapproval until when they have
ceased their din. the truth comes out that
the old side saddle was a mistake from a
physiological point of view.
She is criticised for drinking In public
restaurants a practice that she would have
been ostracized for twenty-five years ago:
but her critics forget that she also exercises
several hours of each day in the open air
when in the foolish angel days women
lolled amid cushions reading three volume
novels most Of their time and at summer
under a parasol. At the slightest provoca-
tion they turned up +se:r toes, beat the
carpet with their heels and had Mysteries
- Whatever latter day sins woman has
accumulated. it must be admitted they are
gentlemanly ones. chubby vices that do not
interfere with the main issues of life She
may drive a four-in-hand over old con-
ventions. but she does it well. with a firm
hand on the reins and no thought of a pos
sible freckle on the nose.
She wants to accent the new state of
things and so she overdoes everything a
little bit, right now, but she Is keeping up
with things at all events and avoiding the
fuddy-duddy. Glance through one of the
fashionable restaurants on Sunday night
the one evening of the week once relegated
to the quiet life at home, when the cook
had her afternoon off and the family made
martyrs Of themselves by having a large
and gloomy dinner at the unearthIy hour of
two.
When evening arrived the women of the
family donned kitchen aprons, cooked and
served the evening meal and washed the
| dishes up, not daring to leave one soiled
| plate pan to CONFRONT the goddess of
| the gas range in the morning.
How changed the picture today. Cook
goes out as of yore. with her hat far down
| over the tip Of her aspiring nose, but the
midday dinner has given place to a normal
| luncheon in the progressive home.
| When o'clock comes Madame is get
| ting into her StunningeSt frock Hubby in
| his Tuxedo. and away they go to a re-
| served table and a dinner de luxe under
| sparkling lights, with an admirably bad
| orchestra playing, and other women equal
| ly emancipated and glorified indulging their
right to happiness.
| Notice the tendency in gowns? Toward
/ the most accented elegance and luxury to
| the point of extravaganza with allurins
] transparencies over the neck and arms.
These lace and chiffon robes cannot be
| worn more than four five times at most
1 without visit to the cleaners, after which
| they have added to their cost and are,
nevertheless. relegated to the back hooks
| of the wardrobes
| Remember how@some years ago the aver
| age womans best black silk was her chief
/ est toilet, with a bit of lace at the neck
| ard sleeves, lace that makes up the entire
| costumes of these splendid living women
/ OF today? Oh, those poor dead angels how
| sorry We are for them in their best black
/ silks.
| How few women. then, except brides and
unmarried girls. required the regalia OF
evening dress In all its entirety and detail;
| It's satin slippers and silken hose. shoulder
/ gloves and jewels, crowned by the outer
cloak. the last garment epitomizing the ex-
| treme of costly beauty-ermine lined, and
with apparent miles of billowy lace and chif-
fon. pleated and repleated from neck to
heels!
/ Now even the moderately circumstanoed
woman who wishes to accept the ordinary
invitations that come to her In a winter
must have party clothes. You go to a
studio reception, given by Daubem, the ar
tist. far, as yet. from fame or fortune. but