Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-15

Hastings and others that place Art before
Beauty. My! Doesn't that sound magnificent, Es-
merada?
Then 1t Was the Gods Gift
WHAT nonsense was talking the other day, Es-
v" meralda? Beauty? It's the best gift of the
gods! I'd rather have it than anything in the whole
wide world, Fairy Godmother! Oh you poor women
who were born plain. how you endure to live? I'm
bitterly sorry for you'll You've missed the joy of life.
You don't know the rapture of contemplating beautiful
face, rounded play of color sweep of lashes.
straying curl and realizing that your beauty
and that it is great power in your world
OF course spared an Unsuitable desire for
lection, because you clearly see that you would
have to be entirely nodded over and nodded differently
With us who are acclaimed Beauties there is always
flaw that is like thorn in the flesh. My special griev
is that wasn't presented with nice No one
has suspected that don't possess perfectly good
ears, because 1 my hair the tops of them,
And they good enough ears CO. at that; but
whenever gaze upon them in their undraped state it
annoys exceedingly that perfect piece of work
manShp should have been CareleSSly turned out
to ears.
1 have a lovely new spring costume, Esmeraald.
glorying in my Beauty to-day. The costume at least,
is perfect; it emphasizes, it defines, it suggests, it
eudes, it betrays What more could you ask of cos
tune? In it feel that the whole male should be
put in their proper place, groveing at the feet of
Beauty. To-day as l walked down the street the
street urchns turned to look at with frank adira
ton in their eyes, How could help smiling at the
grmy youngster who breathed softly to his companion,
in tone of awe, "Gee fellers!"
AS passed along there were two laboring who
stopped their work to look at The third did not
look up. 1t irritated To-day I'm a miser of adj
mration. I'm greedy for every jot of it that my due.
Cave woman did you whisper, Esmeralda? Why, my
dear child, three feathers in wonan's hat make
a savage of her All the instincts of the primal woman
camored within to-day as walked down the street.
might we'll have been decked out in paint and
beads. Well, of course, was; but you know what
mean silly child. If only knew these moods
were woman he would need only snatch her by the
hair of her head, to speak, and drag her off to
priestthat is if he knew also which the hair of
her head
Perversity of an Imp
ESMERALDA. answer me this: What perverse imp
- led me to forgo Queens sumptuous regaa and
agree to make hdeous bag of myself in that miserable
night. 1t fairly sckened me- child don't see how
60 through with it; but what is worse, don't
see how can help going through with it.. There are
several sweet young women who would rejoice almost
blithely if Helen Troy weakened in her bthering
devotion to Art they will at the oblteraton of her
Beauty. AS for the testing of Aden-dear, dear, I'D
rather take him. or leave him. INFESTED, than to
tat wispy, snarly wig whole evening through
But it's the chance of lifetime to prove the world
at large my utter freedom from vanity. l 60 to the
stake! Don't you think shall deserve halo, Esmer-
aida? Because how am going to hate it!
Do you that heap of rags placed carefully that
gold chair, Esmerada? Do you that wispy, snary
wig and those bristy, grizzly eyebrows? love every
lair of EN-, dear child, every blessed hair See that
couldn't quite fancy anybody shutting into Paradise
with those things her feet-now could you? But
listen, small person. Listen
By the night of the Dramatic Club play the conflict
determination to throttle it had reduced to
wraithy thing the halo expected would settle
down about my brow with the last gasp of my van
pushed vanity. (Also wrathy)
What Happened the Play
THE cast to be at the Colonial Club at five, to