Norwich bulletin., 1916-03-22

"'Why," inquired the Woodlawn man of his friend who boarded the train at Hyde Park, did you have a taxi bring you to the station, may l ask? Your house is only three blocks away! This wave of enervating luxury
 Luxury, your grandmother" growl- ed the Hyde Park man. Any man who had to smash the ice in the water pitcher before he could wash on win ter mornings, as I did all through my gladsome boyhood, isn't going to cap itulate to luxury when he's grown up! l had a taxi bear my wilted form to the station because I am weak and broken man, I'd have you know! IT | there hadn't been taxi you'd have seen me approach on a stretcher with sympathetic attendants on every side! I've been fighting a noble fight. with my wife over her latest idea
 "Oh, see-you lost!" sald the Woodwlawn man, brightly.
 Your intelligence is superhuman,
 said the Hyde Park man. But 1t | wasn't as bad as that. Imogene Is not exactly perched upon the ridgepole or our happy home growing in victory. You see, after those Russian dan cers were here all the stores burst out | with window displays, and inside de- partments showing, as they said, the | Bakst influence on women'S spring ap- parel and house furnishings. lmogene was so taken by the idea that she even | dragged me over from LaSalle street one day to look at a window. She said the gowns displayed were the ! most absolutely original things one | had ever seen, and when I lamped that | window I agreed that they were They looked like an explosion in a paint 1ac- | tory. I cannot deny that there was a | certain rhythm and harmony in the l arrangement of colorS, but the colors themselves were so absolutely unhu- | man. If I had been put on the witness stand for my life I'd have sworn there
 weren't any such colors existing on 1 land or sea or in a nightmare dream | One gazing thereon had the feeling that those colors were an unfOrmu-
 lated insult to humanity. l wanted to go out and lick somebody just on gen. eral principles!
 q was aroused from my stunned ! trance by the voice of Imogene. She
 was saying that she was just crazy about the Bakst colOrs and for once IT
 her life she was going to be origina before every one else. And wasn't Il | lucky that she hadn't as yet picked cut just what she wanted Mime Cutter to make for her new dinner gown? Anc did I like the combination of violet and assassin blue and orange purple and swamp green and seasick pink al the right? Still, she babbled on | something drew her to the one in the center-lOok, the one with the ceris'
 bands on the lemon chiffon with sor
 of blare of blood red for foundation
 Tt was at this point that, graspinG
 Imogcne firmly by an arm, l walked
 her rapidly away fhere the refresh ing brceze5 from Lake Michigan nigh
 smite her in the face and bring her to
 asked her with a genuine trcmolo il
 my voice whether she thought it righ
 for a member of the ladies' guild,
 mother and my wife in the bargain
 to consider appearing in an outfit tha
 shrielled like a brass band and wa
 warranted to send all beholders hom
 with neuralgia headaches. She re
 torted that I was hopelessly old-fash toned and didn't know anything abOu
 clothes, anyway, and for punishmen she wouldn't take me to see the roor , that the Blank store had fitted III which everybody was crazy about. Sh said it had black walls outlined i midnight purple, a geranium rug an orange painted furniture with windo7 hanginGs of a deep sea blue, and sh 5 thought when we had the living roOI done over this Spring-but I had fle