Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-06-04
Discusses

u supposed. in which folk would dis
guise themselves as adventurous
knights and princesses forlorn used to do
when the world was wider than now, and
younger and lighter of heart. Half the plots
of life, as Of romance, then turned upon con-
cealed or mistaken identity. whittier shall
we go?" cries despairful Rosalind. ITO
seek my uncle in the Forest Of Arden" cousin
Celia doughtily answers But, maids that
they are, so far journey would be all too
perilous. Then Celia bethinks her:
"I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with kind of umber smirch my face;
The like do you; so shall we pass along,
And never stir assailants.
Thereupon Rosalind, now valiant for adj
venture:
,"Were is not better,
Because that am more than common tall,
That did suit me- all points like man?
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh.
A boarspear in my hand; and Tin my heart
Lie there what hidden womans fear
there willy
Well have smashing and a marital
outside;
AS many other mannish towards have,
That do OUTAGE it with their semblance."
Thus forth they fare for thousand tits.
with fortune never to be recognized for their
real selves till the end of the mirthful play.
But the like of this, we had taken regret
taby for granted does not happen outside of
Arden Forest and the golden cid. DISCUSSES
there still are in unguessed millions-yet not,
one would have said, of the old romantic and
wholesomely objective sort; rather, masks of
the mind and inky cloaks of the spirit. Cor
who ventures without his makeup into the
glare and gaze of the human comedy? VINO,
in truth, has more than glimpsed himself?)
But our realist bias turns out to be wrong,
as it usually does. \ In this work-a-day TWEEN
teth century, when even children are sup
posed to have lost the starry gift of wonder,
sprightly maids still smirch their faces, not
with rouge only, but with Celia's metamor-
phosing lumber" and divers persons besides
actors and "detekatives" find it interesting
or needful to play Proteus. So, at least, are
We told by one who signs himself "Wigmaker"
N the London Daily Mail, an expert in dis
guises, whose clients come from the high
ways and hedges of life. impelled by all man
ner of humorsome or sorrUwful motives.
"a father" he writes, whose daughter
had been spirited away and who could not
gain access to her, though he knew her
whereabouts, and mother who had been de-
prived of the custody Of her children and for
hidden to see them, solved their difficulties
by adopting disguises..'' Disgusting the face
is rather simple matter, it seems-particu
larly for men, most OF whom beard will
make over. ''As a rule thin beard of slightly
lighter color than the hair is used" Trans
formations are accomplished also "by such
simple devices as changing the complexion,
dressing the hair in a different way, or alter
ing the color and arch of the eyebrows" 1t
will never do, however, to change merely the
face, leaving the back to tattle of it's owner.
"A little padding beneath the coat will work
wonders; the gait can be- effectually changed
by substituting high heel for low one or
vice versa; an appearance Of greater or less
height is created by the same means and by
the use of hat lower or higher than is
usually worn" Speech is disguised by "a fig
placed in each cheek or on the roof of the
mouth" The aim is, of course, to produce.
not striking but an inconspicuous effect, and
1T is the little things that make the great
est difference
Well! Well! Who knows what bewhisk-
cred musketeers, what wigged and re-heeled
heroines, what philosophers incognito, what
emperors with figs in their cheeks, one may
meet unawares on a June morning? For
aught one can tell in these strange times.
the unyouthful and overly buxom female
swishing the mop along the corridor may be
in truth a beauteous damsel pursuing we
know not what high vision. The casual &C.
qua1ntance who bores insufferably with his
twaddle, what If he should turn out to be
Shaw or Chesterton? Would you not then
get you to sackcloth and ashes, hasty reader
for not having discerned his CLEAN of subtle
wit? What if the milkman be pastoral
poet the organ-grinder Verdi gathering
material for an opera that shall sound life
to it's deeps. and the bootblack some wander
ing prince Of the Hellenes? You can NOT
tell nowadays what mystery turks in
slife's commonplace. what fairy hides in the
tea leaves, what angel you may entertain.