The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-09-01
PAIN .
LADIES

Our girls have of late adopted
fashion which has in it elements of
danger from the artistic as well as
from the moral standpoint.
Not content with rosy cheeks, they
add to their girlish bloom the fixed
color that comes out of little jars and
bottles. A few years ago only one
class Of women painted their faces.
1t was a sign Of social ostracism, the
cause for critical comment, and was
tabooed in refined circles. Today we
draw no such line. The custom has
become so universal that we must ad-
nit, as we would a fashion like hoop
skirts and hobble slxirts-things to be
deplored and to be shelved as soon as
possible.
But in the meantime little White
Rose, who is Is and a beauty, asks
pathetically, Can you tell of some
harmless way to make my cheeks
red?"
If White Rose only knew It, the ex-
quisite delicacy Of her skin is her
greatest charm.
But" the girl with the poor COM
plexion complains, Il have to touch
up my cheeks I am sallow and
sight, and only my makeup saves
me-"
Now, as a matter of fact, it re-
quires great discernment and discre-
ton to know how far to go in the mat
ter of makeup. More women spoil
their looks than improve them by in
diligence in cosmetics.
Some day I am going to write a
story called THE Lady With the Blue
Nose" A year ago l was walking
down the street on misty morning.
Coming toward me 1 saw a stunning
creature in tailormade. She was per-
fectly gowned, her clothes were cor
rectly cut, her shoes in the latest fash
ion. her hat irreproachable. But her
face! On each cheek and at the end
of her nose was a brilliant blue spot.
She was palpaNy and crudely madeup,
and whatever chemical action some
condition of her skin and the mois-
ture had produced l do not know; but
the fact remained that she was as
spotted as a clown. She was serene
| Iy unconscious of her Disagreement,
and probably attributed the many
glances cast upon her to admira-
ton.
From the point of view of the men,
makeup is usually a mistake. More
men than you would believe cherish
ideals and perhaps no ideal is more
firmly fixed in the mind of the normal
man than that of woman's bodily COM
| pleteness and perfectness. He may ad-
nit, with great sophistication, that
false hair and powder and rouge are
| necessary aids to beauty, yet deep in
his heart he will dream of the woman
whose loneliness needs no artificial
touching up.
| Austin Dobson expresses what !
mean better than can say 1t, In the
following dainty bit of verse:
| The ladies Of st. Jamesi
| They're painted to the eyes;
| Their white 1t stay forever,
Their red it never dies.
| But Phyllida, my Phyllida!
| Her color comes and goes
1t trembles to a lily
1t wavers to a rose.
MY Phyllida! My Phyllida!
I care not though they heap
i The hearts of all st. James
And give me all to keep;
! I care not who the beauties
OF all the world may be,
For Phyllida-for Phyllida,
Is all the world to me-"
That's the way most men look at Il
and if you don't believe it, just lister
to the things they tell their wives and
the cruel laws they lay down. And
every wife who disobeys and thus run,
/ counter to the dream which her hus-
band holds in a corner Of her hear,
will lose something that she might
have kept And every sweetheart who
fools her lover into believing that hel
/ beauty is all her own may wish some
i day that she had been true to hersel1