Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-11-03
MRS. CALF TRIES ON GOWNS
IN MANY NEW YORK SHOPS
Attendants at Fashionable fstabli,h.
mcuts Refuse TO HivulXc De-
tails of Her Choices.
SHE ALSO DECLINES TO TELL.
in afternoon, After DCdging Camera
Alen Lying in Wait. Presidents
Charming Bride-Elcct Takes Long
Motor Car Ride.
to The Timcs-Dispatch. ]

NEW YORK. November Fer three
and a half hours to-day Mrs Edith
boIiinS Gait. tancec Of President VIII
son. tried on gowns that may become
part Of her trousseau.
The very polite attendants q, fash
ionable establishments assured the bat
talon Of reporters that IL would be
quite Impossible To make public the
nature OF the garments that Mrs Gait
approved of. OF course. if Mrs. Gait
herself would tell. ii was quite n diff
icrcnt matter
But Mrs. Gait didn't tell Neither
did Miss Helen Woodrow Bones. presi-
dent Wilson'S cousin, nor Miss A. T.:
Gordon. Mrs. Galts niece. Only the
fact that some Of the gowns were Of
the Suinptuous sort, worn OF evenings
at formal affairs, and some were beau
tiful sheer things that would TT In
southern climates could he CLEANED
iow"Nc". the main fact is that Mrs. Gait
threw herself into trouss eau buying
with an abandon that indicates thar
sh" will have finished her purchases by
the time the President arrives in town
on Thursday.
charming bridc-elect inotored through
central Park and up Riverside Drive
ana thence to tho beautiful gold and
broad roads about Yonkcrs.
HoNnHous RIDE TT IS
IN CAR THAT SPEEDS LIKE WIND
wondrous ride it was. over tho
hard, smooth roads of the park the big
limousine sped like the wind that
whirled the gorgeous autumn leaves
INTO the little roadside eddies: then
along the bluc-tintcd Hudson. whipped
TO whitccapS and dotted by a hundred
silent yachts.
Au1 rs cffrr,,,nu ,ra,.,J ,,,,l ia,
sharp wind subsidized into :, quiet chill
The car dartcd over into West Chester
over the adamant roads and between
Woodlands of soft crimsons. russetS
and deeper browns. the big motor
hummed along
Now and then swift roadster swept
past Bright eyes. glowing faces, fresh
laughter greeted the long limousine
III which the splendid woman rode
There was II blood whipping tang in
The air. The skies were AS blue as
deep turquoises. Thin lines Of scat
tered fleece edged the horizon.
An aviator l.: his hawk like mono
pianc droncd overhead. 4 Good-look-
ing couple on horses that plunged and
reared In pure JOY Of living. sided
along the nearby bride path a cornfield
tented with shucks and colorcd by the
great pumpkins that lay between was
left behind.
IT was not without strategy that Mrs.
CAT set forth upon her glorious ride
She left the ST Regis at a:3O in the
afternoon. She took a taxi to the out
filters
Sh" was dressed as on Monday. She
wore the blue serge suit and the chic
blue velour turban with it's ecru band
Eut over her face she wore a veil-a
heavy veil-that cast the photograph
crS into the depths of despair
She returned to the ST Regis for
luncheon. and there decided upon the
motor ride. But out in the street and
provided with a powerful motor car
III" camera men waited. Mrs Gait
told the Secret Service man who ac-
companicd her to New York that she
wanted TO get out while they weren't
looking.
ThereUpon the Secret Service men
teSan arguing with the photoGra pliers
IL was n good natured argument and
most interesting. While il was at It's
height Mrs. Gait ana her companions