The San Francisco call., 1910-07-17

HE is on the magazines and in them; they are
made for her and unto her She rests not in
~ artisticaly, in hammocks; she wields the regal
scepters of canoes; she provides material for
short stories than given by all the races of
mankind She reads the stories, believe. She
decorates the beaches and sets off the streams She
glorihes piazzas She is supreme in a land of sun
shine spray, hammocks, Japanese lanterns, college
boys, bathing costumes, moonlight picnics purple
distances and variegated vacation revelers.
She is the Summer Girl, the Institution, the only
thing in these United States which precedes the con-
stituton.
She is at the fresh springtime of her life, or the
early summer, which is equally alluring, believe me-
She is dryad and sea nymph in one. She has the
graces of wave and stream, meadow and wood, not
to speak of the front piazza She's supernally at
tractive insidousy fascinating oasis in the desert of
humanity. She's glintins, smiling, ravshng, i'm
mortal being placed in mortal world She's mer-
cful induction to the joys of promised paradise; an
exquisitey fascinating, consciencelessly scheming
charmer who has changed the very state of summer
For to her summer alas, is not a 1t is a
profession Winter is gone and spring is vanished
and the painting bosoms of embroidered hills full
with the JOY OF growing things But for her the
world is dark indeed 1t is manless
Then does the Girl grid herself. She makes quest
earnest far more solemn than within the cities
The beaches and the dells and all romantic spots
where love may list become her pigrmages. There,
net in hand she waitsl
Her net; Oh, eye 1.-TWO if you are par
ticular gray. blue. violet or deeply, tenderly
brown Then a tender mouth, soft and velvet az
breezcs when the is dying; moist, too, as the
sweet hrst dews of the night Let them be carmine
if you like pink, those lips. 1 don't care
It is best be adaptable in such matters But they
must be soft mind you, pink petaled soft, violet
soft, silk soft to make really admirable net
A complexion rosy like the dawn is an aid also,
rosiness that deeps and pales and dies away and
surges at the sweet sounds of nature and mems
voices hair that rpples and sheens in the sun and
throws glnts from brown gold or glorious, fam
ing red.
A dimpled shoulder, maybe (embellished appropri-
ately), 1.-THE young waist softly vibrant laugh of
the sweet throated of undertones. Even taken
singiy these things good. Taken altogether you
have net which will make captive of god In
deed, the goddesses keep their gods quite closely to
Olympus these days. They know our summer girl,
these goddesses.
So very charming, yet withal experienced, whence
comes the girl? 1t seems comparatively
short while since became inducted to her. since
she became art, to say To some extent Gibson
may have been responsible. He drew type which
men experts upon such matters, dear LADY, consd-
cred beautiful Thus woman's mission upon earth
became involved. She commenced to live up to
double page. She also became consciously majestic,
eueenlike, the divinity of an adorable atheticism
When she didn't she became stout. No wonder Glib
son started painting portraits
THEN SHE CAME
Beauty peopled the sands in those early days
Summer at that time had not been organized so TO
speak. 1t was not yet profession Men focked
when women trooped, Drowned and insouciant.
upon the golden beach And when men came
But men deserve paragraph to themselves
For it who first created the possibilities
Of summer. Noah may have created an ark, and
Joseph taste for color in dress Jonah may really
be responsible for the modern market in whalebone
(who tell?), but it was man. American Man, who
innocently originated summer
Eve him the sands a thousand Ewes Eve
had been going the beach for several summers
There wasn't serpent apple in the place,
though the hotels provided canaloupe for breakfast
One morning Eve to her glass with her accus-
toned certitude Her ravished eyes regarded their
Inirrored twins with the satisfaction usual to Eve.