Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-02-13


buttonholes.
In few moments a maid enters
with an enormous tray of lemonade
glasses and platter of cakes, and
you sip and MUNICH while listening to
the sway of the rag and watching the
rhythmic swinging of countless cou-
pies.
Now they come toward you advanc
ing, then retreating, gracefully awk-
wardly, fexibly, stiff1y Here comes
beautifully gowned society matron,
one of the patronesses, on the arm of
boyish young man with blond POM
padour and an air Of assurance, dane
ing the one-step with polite dignity.
You get feeting glimpse of blue vel
vet and ermine, topped by hat laden
with mass Of black aigrettes, and
crane your neck to see more, but alas
they glide away and give place TO an
other pair.
The Lengthy Mr.. Castle.
1t Is Daddy-LongLegs Castle him.
self. with very pretty. very shy debu-
tante. She Is wholesomely plump, and
seems very conscious Of the fact that
she was chosen for the dance by none
other than the most perfect dancer
there. So, while Mr.. Castle looks
triie bored, as though he were per-
forming painful duty, Miss Buds
pretty face Is softly flushed, and her
big eyes look out seriously from over
his shoulder.
Next comes college youth, who
comes dancing along with big strides.
his enormous hand sprawled over the
entire back of the sweet young thing
on his arm. Her fluffy blonde hair
peeps out from under a demure brown
toque, and she has one arm slung
through a velvet and fur muff decora-
ted. with orchids.
They spin out of sight, and directly
in front of you looms the figure of
tall, serious chap, completely over
shadowing his tiny partner. She Is a
sweet sixteen-year-old, with skirts
just reaching her ankles and she wears
hat of black velvet with single gar
denia blooming at the back.
You watch them all till the end OF
the dance, when-you discover that
there is no end! Ye shades of Terpsi-
chore! No sooner does the orchestra in
one room reach the end of dance
when another trio Of Ministries in the
adjoining room burst out stunning
and drumming, and the dancers pirou-
cite right through the doorway with
out even pausing for breath There is
nothing for you to do but gather your
self up and follow, for you cannot miss
single dance.
Watching Feet, Not Faces.
For Il while you decide to watch
feet instead of faces. and you look
down and are amazed at the variety
of them. There are flying feet that
leave blur Of shiny patent leather
and sparkling rhinestones. and sub
stantial mems feet that measure their
distances with care.
Ard then-is 1t possible? You look
down at something, fascinated, and
find that every one else Is looking at
the same strange object. A pair Of
gold chain anklets. that make their
owner look like captive princess!
Your eyes travel upward slowly to see
what the rest of her is like, and you
discover that II is Baroness de Meyer
tangoing gracefully with NJ. Lou Tel
legen. tho young French actor.
Another turn In the dance, and you
are brought face to face with love
ly. bright-faced lady, whose black eyes
and vivid smile seem to radiate joy
cusness You are conscious Of dis
turbing sense of having seen or known
her somewhere. and consumed with
curiosity you follow her at the end
OF tho dance to the tea balcony.
Here. while you debate inwardly as
to whether you win have sandwiches
or cake. and finally deciding on both.
you watch her join merry party,
tie central figure of which is a de-
lEghtf,llly English-looking man. In cor
rect dress and fawa-colcred spats. or
courss-Sn lobnston and Lady
Forhes-Robssrtscn
II liz. indeed, gala day at Castle
House, you think. But the truth is
/. hat ell days are Just as gala"