The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-07-15

tense satisfaction that is to be derived
 from looking at something flawless in
 it's beauty can only be regarded nowa-
 days as a luxury to be indulged in with
 feeling of surreptitious enjoyment.
 The other day I sat in the cool lily
 scented shadows of Lady Chetwynd's S
 charming drawing room in Park Lane
 and looked with delight at hre double
 string of perfect pearls that seemed the only ornaments that could possibly
 prove satisfactory on warm June day in London.
 Lady Chetwynd is an American by birth. I think she comes from the south, and she is one of those charm ing products of the great republic whom England both nationally and individually
 welcomes and adores. She is tall and slim, with lovely reddish brown hair, and beautiful complexion and she dresses as only an American woman and a Parisienne knows how to dress. And by this I mean no disrespect to English women as a class, for everyone recog- nizes that their elegance of style and beauty of outline is one born of instinc- tive grace rather than acquired by edu- cation At any rate, Lady Chetwynd Is very charming and dresses eXquisitely.
 Her house is one of those delightful bijcu residences in Park Lane that are by reason of their insignif1- canoe. By this paradox I mean to ex- press the fact that Park Lane, which is the millionaires' quarter of London, is specially remarkable for it's magnifi- cent mansions which are so numerous that one hardly notices them. But here and there among these palatial struc- lures are tucked tiny unexpected houses that by their very ;smallness gain dis tinction and thus become much more mo- ticeable than their big neighbors. l fancy that even to the most plutocratic of American citizens, Park Lane houses must be regarded as eXtrayagant, there- fore I hesitate to exercise my magma ton as to what must be the rental of I adv Chetwynd's dainty little home in the street that faces the most fashion able part of Hyde Park. At any rate there it is, within it's narrow white walls, a little oasis of sweetness and light in the midst of sort of arid desert of South African. Australian and
 this I can only say in a whisper) once upon a time German-J ewish magnifi- cence.
 Lady Chetwynd is very much the fash ion in London just now. She is witty as well as pretty, and she has way with her. that is highly ingratiating. When I went to see her one morning this week I found her learning to sing Hawaiian songs and to play their ac- on a ''ukulele." Her teacher is a man called Luvaun, who has a great vogue in the fashionable crowd in Lon- don just now She is making speciality of learning some of the haunting. throb- ping melodies to sing at various charity concerts which are, of course, the only things that serve us as reminders Of the fact that in normal years the season" would now be at it's height. As Lady Chetwynd bent over her instrument in a
 thin gown of some soft black mate- rial with 8 creamy white collar turned bcak from her throat. and the double string of ustrous perfect pearls. dripping across the sombre background of her gown, she made picture that was decid- edly decorative. I don't know that she is exactly typical of war-time economy, but, after all, one must have some re- lief from the rigors of saving spirit TOW and then, and 1t seems as If, even in wartimes. pretty woman can be for given extravaganza when 1t joins hands with perfection.
 A good many people are talking (speak- ing of extravagance) of the golden wed- ding which took place last week in Lon don when Lady Marjorie Cochrane walked down the aisle of St. Georges Hanover Square, followed by a train of brides maids who wore gowns of golden tissue veils of the same material and carried sheaves of golden lilies in their arms. I daresay these dresses were no more actually expensive than gowns of white satin, or pink chiffon or any other flimsy, ephemeral fabric but they somehow gave an impression of glowing gorgeousness to the bridal procession that many peo- pie considered out of place at this spe- cial time in the history of the world. As a rule, brides just now are having very simple ceremonies, and bridesmaids are the exception rather than the rule in a wedding cortege: so when Lady Mario res following of eight grown-up golden girls, two tiny gold-clad pages and two even smaller gold-covered little girls passed through the crowd outside the church, the comments. though admirin~ from a spectacular point of view, were also scathing from the standpoint of eco homie disapproval.
 The river season is in full swing
 with the commencement of perfect and cloudless June. The summer girl
 is triumphant along the leafy reaches
 of the Thames. She can afford to be
 delightfully."- frivolous against this be-
 coming backeround, for the simple
 reason that she is carrying on quite
 philanthropic ana worthy work to the
 tone of the punt pole the canoe pad dle and the rowing boats souls. To
 take out wounded soldiers for a day
 on the river is the sort of war work
 that no human girl can fail to enjoy
 Therefore. the river is lively with
 parties of pretty damsels conveying cargoes Of heroes. more or less maimed, to all sorts of tree shad- owed retreats where they are able to thoroughly enjoy themselves and also feel that they are being restored to health and strensSh in the happiest