The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1917-01-27
A QUESTION OF DRESS |
BY EARL REED SILVERS.


young man to his worshiping fiancee. !.
But | can't. I'm dead broke"
Edythe Merritt sighed resignedly.
IF you only could" she suggested, !
Il would wear my green taffeta."
We'll, why not wear it to the club
tonight?'
Il can't; it's an afternoon dress" l
whats it like:"
Edythe manifested a slight degree !
of interest
I'll let you see picture of it if you
care to-" she said rising. IT'S in the
April Ladies' Star"
Here it is" explained Edythe, open
ing the magazine and Indicating one Of
three young ladies representing the
very latest of spring styles. And
well, isn't that stranger"
Isn't what stranger"
why on this very page is the pat
tern for Doris Towards evening
Dress
Jim's eyes opened wide. A picture
OF the country club bazaar as his Sis
ter had described il flashed before him,
(which one?" he asked.
1.-THE one next to mine. My, but it's
pretty"
Not so pretty as yours. You have
new hat to go with the dress, haven't
you?" IS
"4esi Would you like to see it?"
Sure: go up and put it on
Edythe hurried upstairs; and as
soon as she had disappeared, Jim
seized the magazine she had laid on
the table and looked long and earnest
ly at picture of a dimpled young
lady in blue satin, covered with silk
net Of the same shade. Then, hearing
signs of activity from the room above.
he hastily drew forth pen-knife and
cut picture and description of the girl
from the printed page
After supper that evening, before
he took Edythe to the bazaar at the
country club, Jim drew slip of paper
from his pocket and consumed 10 long
minutes in learning. word for word.
the detailed description of certain
wandered around with seeming aim
lessness, gradually drawing his COM
panion toward a certain anterOOm over
the door of which were emblazoned
the words, THE Great Dress Descrip-
ton Contest"
It's guessing contest" the girl ex-
planned. Doris Howard has on her
new evening dress. ANY man who
thinks he knows anything about
dresses is given five minutes in which
to write u description Of it. The one
who writes the best description wins
the prize of twenty-five dollars.
Il ought TO know lot about dresses,
hearing you describe yours all the
time said Jim thoughtfully. 81 guess
I'll take a chance"
He entered the room and was seated
at table with paper and pencil before
him.
Jim glanced at Doris Howard who
was standing on slightly raised plat
form at the far end of the room. Smil-
ing confidently, he set to work.
This beautiful evening gown is of
pink satin, silk net of the same shade
and maize silk net bordered with gold
spangles,' he wrote. 1.-THE wide girdle
and pointed skirt sections of satin are
mounted over lining -fOundation,
while the top of the bodice and sleeve
sections are of gold net joined with the
spangled guimpe. The skirt has a
do nf
the bottom with fiounce of lace"
His description finished, he rejoined
Edythe outside.
They wandered about from booth to
booth, chatting happily until midnight
arrived, when the various prizes were
awarded.
1.-The great dress description con-
test" the president of the club an
nounced, drew forth many responses,
but by far the best description was
given by our well-known fellow-club-
man, Mr.. Jim Chambers. This effort
was a masterpiece" He paused.
Jim smiled broadly.
what did 1 tell you?" he whispered
to Edythe. You can wear your new
dress after ALL"
But" the president continued, sal
though Mr.. Chambers description was
| wonder, he described the wrong
dress. Miss Towards creation, the la
dies inform me, is of rose-colored taft
feta and pale pink chiffon cloth. while
the dress described by Mr.. Chambers
was of satin. covered with silk net and
| bordered with gold spangles. There
! fore, while we feel that Mr.. Chambers
| should receive honorable mention, the
| prize must go to Mr.. Harold Janeway,
whose description, although less flow
cry, was more exact"
When he had partly recovered from
the shock Jim drew Edythe to one cor
| ner of the room.
! Didn't you tell noe this was Doris
Towards dress?" he asked, indicating
the crumpled piece of paper he had
! drawn from his pocket.
Edythe glanced at it, burst into a
stifled roar of laughter.
"You foolish, foolish boy" she said,
when she could control herself. "That