Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-05-07
FACT, FASHION AND FANCY
Paragraphs on Various Topics caleu'
lated to Interest York County Wo'

| lated to Interest York County Wo-
men.
Written for The Yorkville Enquirer.
Anna Warner says: There are real
ly only two classes. in the world
those who live for the senses and
those who live for the soul. We must
all work our slow way through both
channels Of learning. There are those
who need to live and those who need
to give. No one is perfect, but each
can choose his class. Some who are
very poor belong to the highest and
some who are very rich to the lowest.
We are all free agents"
The writer CHANGED to hear two
ladies talking the other day, and one
Of them said: Its funny, but this
time Of year, 1 always feel mean and
cross and lazy and in fact, all out of
Sorts" To which the other replied,
"Yes, when find myself growing i'm
patient with my children, cranky to
chickens and all out of sorts with my
COW, take a day off and go visiting"
| The ladys answer is a good rule to
follow, provided the feeling of which
the first complained, does not come
too often.
The new petticoats are many.
Among them are princess slips Of
silk, batiste or crepe de chine, held
over the shoulders with straps Of rib
bon and elaborately trimmed about
the hem with wide flounces Of lace,
pleated organdie, chiffon or net and
caught here and there with bouquets
Of delicately tinted French flowers.
They measure from four to six yards
about the hem and sometimes little
pantalettes which were popular when
grandmother was a child, and which
are made Of materials to match the
petticoat, are worn beneath.
Hundreds Of York county house
wives are now contemplating house
cleaning. Why not resolve that you
will not only clean the floors, walls,
windows and furniture, beat the rugs
and carpets, but that you will remove
and destroy every lot Of old paper,
rags or any other accumulation Of
useless articles that may have been
for years inviting some careless boy or
man (they usually are the most care
less ones) to throw a lighted match
amongst it and which would result in
the probable loss Of home and the pos
sible loss Of life.
There was a large hair dressing
exhibit in one of the large fashion
parlors in Philadelphia last week
Several Of the Philadelphia papers
carried pages Of pictures Of the new
ways Of wearing the hair. Those pic
lures showed that the present style
of wearing the hair skinned back from
the ears and forehead and caught in
a mop on the top Of the head is
fashion of the past. There was never
so hideous a fashion as the brief
vogue for wearing the hair in this
manner, which makes the *earers
look like pealed onions. The new hair
dressing styles are such that come
over the top Of the ears, but show the
lower end Of the ear and comes down
almost to the eyebrows, and is piled
up in the back half way up the head
Sunday, May 9, will be Mothers
Day" throughout the United States.
In churches all over the land special
services will be held in honor Of
mothers. The white carnation is the
memory flower Of mothers day be-
cause it grows everywhere and its
whiteness symbolizes the purity Of a
mothers love, it's endurance and fl
deity Miss Anna Jauris, who found
ed Mothers Day several years ago, has
this to say of the annual celebration:
Through all ages and all centuries
the world is indebted to motherhood,
for mother love Is as old as the world
and as young as the youngest born.
1t Is the greatest force for good on
this earth. Even a bad fathers in
fluence is to discounted by a good
mothers that nine times in ten, the
children come out all right. And
most people had good mothers-in-
deed, most Of us had the best mother
that ever lived! I contend that Moth
ers Day should be the greatest Of all
holidays, because you cannot perpetu-
ate anything without mothers"
o, the little old town that l left one
day,
Because it was quiet, still
Has the name that it had when I
went away,
And stands on the same old hill;
But the ones that were dear in the
little old town,
With it's one wide street running up
and down,
Have ceased to sit on the porches
where
The roses were trained to climb;
They have ceased to sew and to whit
tie there,
AS they did in the dear old time.
The little old church with its wooden
sheds,
Stands as it stood Of yore;
But the ones who knelt and who bow
ed their heads
Are worshipping there no more!
And the little old school where !
carved my name
On the home made desk stands just
the same
But the boys who are batting the ball
today
And the little maids, fair and free,
Are not the children who used to
play
On the common there with me.
The little old house so dear, so dear,
Stands just where it used to stand;
But not for many and many a year
Has the latch obeyed her hand
The hand in which my hand was laid
When my first few faltering steps
were made
And in the little old parlor there,