Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-01
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glorious work is TO convict men OF their ignorance
They satirizc and criticize because they think
thew know all about the fashions; they won't let us
because they think they know all about poll
ties; they object to the higher education because
they know that if get 10 know anything We'll
know how little they know. All their pig Medicines
rests the belief that they know it all, and any
who strike a blow mans belief in his
oniscencc is helping the progress of the much
as If She Was sorning parliament or petltlonng Con
gross for full suffrage Then think what bliss it will be
to live with for the rest of your life and hear
another uncompi 1entarv remark about your cothesl
Rip onl Sew on! We're doing great work besides.
EVERY woman grateful Tor the cover of dark
ness she set forth gain the house of her hostess
on the night OF the party; and those who able to
keep OF the radius of electric light doubly
blessed. Mrs. Arnold among these lucky ones.
Her home corner, and light threw its
searching radiance her porch and yard and far up
and down each street. She stepped boldly out into the
lighted space Two little newsboys were gossping to-
gether. Their conversation stopped they caught
sight of her.
Gee said one Of Them while the other expressed his
sentiments by sfying small stone after her.
Little Gus Mason was standing under the light look
ing up at the swarms of insects large and small that
fluttered round the globe. He Mrs. Arnold APP
preaching. Was it Mrs. Arnodo \ frightened look
the chlds face. He started homeward prob
ably to the family OF the approaching spectacle
As he he looked fearful back and then faster
the side porch with the baby her lap. 80 de Lod7
she soliloquized. who is dat white oman, anyhow?
Look like she's been in somebody corneld Robin the
skeercrows.
An arstocratic old man paused at the corner he
about to turn leaned his cane and gazed ntently
after the snguar1y dressed woman. Mrs. Arnolds
cheeks burning She thought regretfully of the
evening wrap that she had decided because
it such short to Mrs Browns and the evening
She hurried the street and reached
ff,sf S,a1o of
wlizzed past
Il know exactly how the Lady Godiva felt" she
INJURED as she slipped into Mrs. Browns by side
trance and ran up the back stairway.
THE men arrived promptly, and tremendously
uslercd upstairs to dressing room, and in few
moments were summoned down again.
At the parlor door they paused abruptly. The
affable smile faded into look of blank amaze
mcnt as one by one they gained full view of the
receiving line.
There stood line of matrons arrayed in the
cast-off garments of dead day. A queer medley
Of clothes was the only thing at first APPARENT
tight sleeves, baggy sleeves basques, polonases,
overskirts with dreadful draping ruffles 1ounces
y knife paits, box paits bustles, queer little bon
nets tied under the chin with wisps of velvet
funny little hats with little and not
much brim,-all those unfortunate experiments
that Dame Fashion tries woman, and, finding
them nists and failures, casts into the rag bag of
the passing years And at the end of the "old
clothes line Mrs. Smith called it. stood Mrs.
Davidson in Quaker garb.
1t like looking into magic mirror that
showed dissolvng views of FASHIONS whims, and
completely the eclipsed by their
strange clothes that the husbands had some diff
Guilty in locating their wives.
Come right in, Gentlemen, said the hostess,
holding her hand Hospitality. "You look as
il you waiting to be introduced your
own wives Mr.. Davidson this is Mrs Davidson
They filed in reluctantly and awkwardly. Doubt,
suspicion, and bcwilderncnt deprived them