Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-14

bathing. But the bathing wagon rock
ed and the French lady screamed, and 1t
was mighty slow and lonesome beyond
words, and inconventent and expensive.
SO they hit upon simpler manner to sup
press the beach. They invented the peig-
nor.
Nothing else changed. The English ideal
of a private bare-legged bath remained.
rose, the girls of France went trotting from
the bath house to the wet and let the peig-
noir drop Their mamma, maid or bath
attendant picked 1t up-and mademoiselle
or madame disappeared into the rainbow
mist,
Mademoiselle or madame, You can regu-
larry tell them apart by the way they wear
their peignoirs. Nowadays they are often
est sleeved bath robes of toweling. Custom
insists that French unmarried girls should
be quite timid. With eyes downcast they
-scamper to the surf all muffled in their
bath robes Married ladies-having paid
this tribute to the English-let their peig
noir flutter in the breeze or drape 1T over
their left shoulder In fact, there are Just
nine ways to wear it. And the tenth is to
simply sit on it.
If the French grande DANES bathing
manners shock the English, the French
are scandalized at the young English girls
free ways when clothed and presumably in
her right mind. 1t Is q breezy sight to see
them promenading with their dogs-and
without their mammas on the windy morn
ing beach. They pick up pretty shells and
carry them about in their pockets. And
they pull them out and show them to you
the dear little cunning shells They run
foot races with their little brothers down
the main street. If they happen to pull up
glowing, flushed and moist-eyed with their
golden hair undone and hanging down their
backs, In the center of admiring friends, it
is just to explain that they have been run
ming.
such larks, Tommy and 1 have been
running a foot race
Not for an Effect
It's not to make an effect, as a French
girl would. Really no. they don't know
enough. They scratch themselves in com
pany, no matter where the mosquito has
been. They viii fall in love with man
and follow him about like a dog. They will
sit on a rock and be Rugged oblivious. They
will say to a seasick man: Your liver
must be IN a frightful stated" They are
all the time blushing. They have freckles
on their hands.
The big. unmarried French girls sit with
their mothers under tent-umbrellas, doing
embroidery, with a nice book In their lap
and whole universe in their eyes. They
are as poised and self-composed their
married sisters. On to them their married
sisters have finally shifted all the weight of
the English terror. Dressed and with their
hats on, they have not the English girl S
liberty. And muffied in their peignoirs,
they are marched TO the Ladies only
bathing square.
You see, the beach Is roped off into
squares At Trouville, where the stretch
of smooth and perfect sand is getting to be
three-quarters of a mile deep at low tide,
the Ladies Only" has its rope-bound out
posts a quarter of a mile from the wave
lets. The big girl, followed by her mamma,
trips across this waste, far from the mad
ding throng: but when she throws her fut-
tering peignoir down. her heart. too fut-
tiers with the knowledge that hundred
glasses are directed on her shapely person.
These are the big girls, not yet married
they are marrying later every year now.
Later, when emancipated from their
mammas, they will patrontze the Mixed"
space. and even paddle courageously up to
the MEMS Only"
French Summer Girl.
1t must be admitted that the summer girl
among the French is very much madame