The New York herald., 1921-09-25
DEAUVILLE RULED
BYASEYERE CODE
Fashion DEGREES Series Of Oc-
cupations in Which Every
One Must Appear.

CupdUAUAc III
One Must Appear.
Special Correspondence to THE New YORK
HERALD.
New York Herald Bureau,
London. Sept. IA.
The day at Deauville. writes a
French correspondent OF the Times, Is
strictly regulated by the most Dra-
CONAN OF codes. 1t consists Of a series
Of multiform inevitable occupations
for every one OF which you must ap-
pear in different clothes. different
smile. a different frame Of mind.
A scrupulous statistician has proved
that these metz morphoses can and must
take place from five to eight times
daily. Indeed. life is no sinecure for the
galley slaves Of fashion. After the morn
ing assembly on the Potiniere the world
adjourns for luncheon to the close or
Norman orchard of its select hotel, which
beneath it's outward appearance of
country cottage is one of the most ex-
pensively luxurious in the world.
The tables are spread on the lawn. in
the shade of the apple trees, whose large
apples are already blushing red. The
sun, playing hide and seek with the
clouds, throws patches of gold at ran
dom among the boughs. glides under the
great parasols of yellow canvas. which
1t transforms into cupolas filled with
light; one of it's rays runs over the white
tablecloth, Pickering blue flame: plays
with the peaches in their rustic basket,
darts an arrow of light into the silver
pitcher, in whose icy GOODNESS the gilt
necked bettle is plunged. swift, silent,
smiling. the walters go about their busi-
ness.
Scenes at the Tables.
Round these tables are men overbur-
dened with ancestors. or millions. or
honors. or power; women weighed down
with precious stones. and looking them
selves IKE rare Jewels encased in cost
Hest satin. Is it an Illusion. or does one
really see on certain faces taken una
wares and at rest certain WEAKNESS,
boredom and exhaustion? -@
The orchestra picks one by one from
it's store slow langourous VASES or quick
marches to which no one listens. until,
suddenly. after a prelude on the violins
gentle as the rustling of leaves under a
shower Of rain, bursts out the hymn OF
triumph, in which Manon passionately
declares the Joy of loving, and of living
at 20. A shudder seems to run round
the tables the men draw themselves up
and sit erect, a light burning in their
eyes which seems focused upon some
distant vision.
sigh ripples along the throats and
escapes from the lips Of the women.
leaning back in their chairs. A fleeting
shadow passes like a flash Of light
across their faces: 1t Is the ghost OF
their own Vanished youth which they
have recalled. and seen-(with regret.
who can say?)-face to face, these great
ones of the world. these conquerors OF
life.
Certainly" says an old frequenter of
the races, there Is no better setting
anywhere for frocks and fashions than
the paddock at Deauville."
Carefully Prepared Setting.
That is true. The wooded hills which
form its horizon have freshness and
charm in their waving outline. The
stands, gay with brilliant flowers. the
little tents dotted here and there with a
studied artlessness. all look like beau
tiful and brand new toys. Honeysuckle
in blossom is scrambling up the slender
trunks OF the poplars. which, drawn In
a perfect circle round the scene. shed
over It Pickering. golden shade; and
tendrils of clematis have attached them
selves to the ropes of the red and white
awnings.
Not detail but has been thought out
beforehand. The wicker chairs cum
ningly grouped beneath the trees allow
their fair occupants to indulge in every
studied. artless pose.
Ths fashions are charming this year
though after all. when are they not!
Numbers of those frocks of georgette
and crepe de chine which droop and fall
so gracefully, yellow and pink and
mauve, and above all white. with occa-
sicnally trimmings of black. leaving the
arms bara to the shoulders, and taken
In very low down at the waist by vide
belts, give the figure in silhouette some
thing OF the balanced poise of an East
ern dancing girl. Hats are like huge
inverted flowers; they soften and har-
monize the false brilllance of assisted
compilations.
The ordinary shadow show OF life
moves by. Men pass. shouting in unn-
telligible phrases. brandishing yellow
cards. Dazzlingly groomed horses
blanketed to the eyes, step out of their
stalls. led by tiny men In striped jack
cts. A bell rings. Every one runs.
The stands fill up the mems all black
and white. the ladies' like a huge bed
Of flowers OF every kind and color.
CLASSES are glued TO every pair of eyes.
A humorous sound Is born. and grows
and growls unanimously. formless at
first. and then cast into the same sy-
lablcs at the moment when the cluster
OF horses. toy horses of brightly pol
ishcd lockwood. come flashing by. with
their little gesticulating dolls of riders
once past the post the clamor abruptly
stops. Groups OF people, still mad with
excitement. form once again in the pad
dock
A Jockey, poised blrdlike on his tiny
shanks, raising to his full height the
impudent face OF boy grown old. dis
appears behind a cloud of summery
dresses. women rushing in search of a
Certainty" little miss. whose point
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