The Washington times., 1922-09-10

Helleu, who pronounced her the most
beautiful woman in American society.
She is pretty, but lacks taste in dress. The
last time saw her she wore more man.
nish clothes than her husband did. Her
tailored skirt and tight coat, her high col
lar and tie, and her Panama hat, suggest
ed to me that she was wearing Jacks
clothes, that she had "gotten up first that
morning." Mannish clothes are always
ugly, even when a man wears them. If
a woman wants to obliterate all her charm
and dim her beauty she should wear mas
culine or near masculine attire.
Pass on, talented Fay Banter. You
are not beautiful, you are even plain, be-
cause your eyes are too small.
Dear little Olive Thomas brushed, as it
were, the skirts of beauty. There were
defects that forbade her a place among
the few and lonely beauties of the world.
She was extremely pretty. Her face was
something to delight the eye. Neverthe-
less it was too wide. She was too short
heavy for her height. But despite this
she watts back to US from her short life
the memory of something very lovely, as
fine fragrance.
The two clever sisters, Mabel and Edith
Taliaferro, we have often heard referred
to as beauties. But beauties they are not
if only because they are too small. They
are short and thin. Mabel, the elder and
blonde of the sisters, has a wistful lowell
ness of face that enlists her as pretty
Edith Taliaferro is plain because of
much too strongly marked jaw.
Laurette Taylor is pretty. But she is
a bad dresser. And she commits that sin
against facial beauty, that error of taste,
as it were-in what might be called coun-
tenance good manners-of showing her
gums when she laughs.
Pauline Frederick is another whom |
assume to denote from the ranks of
beauty. Not that she ever belonged there,
but because unobservant criticism has
there placed her. Miss Frederick is onlv
pretty, for the sufficient reason that she
always looks worn and weary. That
weary expression is a robber, very brig
sell advise all women to avoid worry and
fatigue, for both are TO beauty what a
submarine is to an unsuspecting shin.
Maude Adams is an illustration of that
very charm of which she spoke night after
night through two long seasons of a
Barrie play. She has such a rich endow-
ment of charm that nine of every ten per-
sons speak of her prettiness. But she is
not pretty.
Jessie Wood wrote of her "unfinisbed
Irish face" 1t was good summary. But
no woman in the world is more atmos-
pheric than Maude Adams. In this respect
women are like mountains. Enveloped in
a softening haze the glory of the noun
tain is greatly enhanced. When its out
lines stand bold and clear against the sky
the charm is lessened. The woman Of
gentle manner and slight wistfulness and
considerable reserve Possesses atmosphere
and therefore added attractiveness,
"Irene Castle, now Mrs. Tremain," saws
some one. "What Of herr" Irene Castle
Tremain is not a beauty. She is too thin.
But she is greatly attractive, for she is an
artist in dress as in the dance. She is
the best dressed woman in America.
Ethel Barrymore is pretty and would
be beautiful but for her too great weight.
Jeritza, the fascinating Austrian, who
charmed us at the Metropolitan Opera
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