The San Francisco call., 1906-07-29

red heels to her shoes.
White gloves are the symbol OF in
nccence, and should be worn most OF
the time till one is well settled again.
White shoes spiritualize the feet.
They suggest the tread Of angels and
that something nice is coming our way.
White Innings symbolic that one IS
white all through.
Spots should be worn with great eau
tion. and deep study made of the differ
enee between white spots on black and
black spots on white, as they are, of
course, directly opposite in expression.
Also. whether the spots are large or
small. even or varying in size
A spotless character must wear no
spots.
Round lines by parallelism make all
other round lines look rounder. so
avoid getting the same curve to double
chin. pop of the eye and dot Of the
dress.
If the pupil is very round and black,
any spot will make IL look spottier IL
the spot is black. but if the spot is
white the eye white will look whittier.
If you have no eyebrows and a sandy
complexion spots emphasize the wash
out by contrast.
band of crepe on the sleeve is
reminiscent of the scarf each "sover-
eign lady tied on the left arm of her
her own If he returned not
1t should properly be only worn in
military mourning. where, of course,
the whole uniform could not be
changed.
A clumsy band sewed on light busi-
ness suit or overcoat is ridiculous. 1t
says II am either too poor or too hur-
ried to mourn for you'-of which
neither case should be disclosed.
Once 1 heard two little girls discuss
ing in awed tones a heavily draped and
much peroxided lady. One whispered,
she is in deadly mourning for her
fourth husband"
1t sounds like bad grammar to say
'he was dead and she was dyed"
The jetted mercury-winged widow
chasing a new man in her automobile
belongs strictly to our age
/ Speaking of jet, which has long been
the refuge of those who rebel against
the dullness of mourning. il should
never be worn by the tired and good
il Is the only material that can wink
So placid; and suddenly there comes
a flash which says: Il am not quite
what 1 seem"
A woman once conhded to me at the
opera: 1T seems wicked for me TO be
here 1t is the monthly anniversary
of my husbands death"
She had been keeping daily, then
anniNcTSdTlcSs
twelve months had come around some
man converted her to consecutive poly
andry and she married again.
Death should not be a terror, but a
hone il one believes in simple faith
of direct transition TO perfection or OF
a new life with wider opportunity OF
progression.
eternal sleep Mrs. Carlyle was weary
for.
Or of something entirely different
from annihilation or immortality tnac
our present senses cannot grasp.
IL is only the grief to ourselves that
NAV he thought Of Let US not express
that grief in any way that casts
cloud on others.
Daniel Webster as he fell back ex-
claimed, Il still liver
Aurungzeb, the last of the great
Moguls. raised himself in his tent OF
hattie ana cried. st launch my despe-
rate bark upon the wave. Sail on!
sail on!
To Voltaire it was simply. Now for
the mystery"
I remember some years ago when
expecting to be dashed to pieces by
runaway horse my only thought was
the same: Now 7 am to solve the mys-
terry; and how wonderful IL is that
each man must solve IL for himself
that IL has been kept for the last as
for the nrst.'
Some bushes stopped the horse and
sat not knowing and waiting for the
great doors to open till heard coun-
try boy say, why don't you get outF
I confess I was rather disappointed
to turn back.
Tthink, If used at all. society should
gradually shorten the period till 1t be-
comes a matter OF respect for few
days, as in court mourning
But why mourn at alt
Either neither see nor be seen IL
grief is uncontrollable or rise to new
growth through our GolgOtha-
Throw up the windows
Flood the house with sunshine.
Welcome the hand clasp OF friends,
the songs Of joy, the brightness OF
flowers.
Try to make the ordeal a step to a
larger spiritual life now that the COM
munion with the loved ones may only
be spiritual
Hold a Christian funeral with
promise OF resurrection and life
eternal.
Or a pagan funeral with promise OF
perfection through countless births
Or a "rationar' funeral of calm
thought that the meaning OF life ex-
ceeds all knowledge.
But do away with the vacuum Of
black despair and hopeless woe
Let a ceremony of beauty take the