The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-12-31

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his pajamas, women are now Pc
Whether this is Soviet propaganda
in disguise or something less omt-
nous, I know not, but apparently
women are going Cossack as fast
and as far as boots will carry them.
have seen the most dash1ng
black boots with red heels and cuffs,
as well as all red and all navy blue
ones. But the most traffic-endanger-
Ing pair were of snakeslin with
cuffs of patent leather.
With short skirts, the boot Is logi-
cal, at least, and is a challenge to
the conventional and ordinary.
And how tortoise shell is creeping
upon us In the slow, steady fashion
: of it's original manufacturer! The
smartest hats now have tortoise
shell pins or buckles and l have
seen attractive brooches Of tortoise,
to say nothing Of shoe buckles and
cigaret cases.
Chincilla Out Again
And where have all the chinchillas
been hiding these many years, for
suddenly there seems to be all of this
super-expensive fur that anyone
wants-or is able to buy. On my
last visit to the opera 1 couldn't help
noticing the number of chinchilla
and chinchilla-trimmed wraps there
were parading up anad down the
foyer. After all, If nine out of every
ten women own an ermine wrap, the
exclusives have to go one better.
And before 1 become specific and
get down to cases on clothes, let me
just remark on the number of en-
broidered hats L have seen within
the past week If you want a'change
from felt, you can have it.
Quite the prettiest clothes / have
seen lately turned out for the Kauf-
man-Biddle wedding. Naturally the
bride, Joan Kaufman, had no alterna-
tive, but white satin, old lace and
pearls, but the two little flower girls
were adorable in costumes copied
from Gainsborough "Pinllie.'
Those adorable children wore
frocks of apricot chiffon over pink
satin slips with sashes and hats Of
apricot velvet, and carried tiny has
kets of apricot colored rosebuds. The
bridesmaids wore period costumes al
ternating in hydrangea blue and or
child velvet with undershps OF tulle,
banded with silver lace, and each
maid carried a small marabou ] lfs
with a cluster of orchids. The mat
ron Of honor, Mrs. Crawford Lii
wore apple green velvet with gold
and silver lace. 1t was a triumphant
entry into st. Thomas's.
Muff Is Growing
I've been warning you already
about the muff. 1t is upon us, and
growing, l might add, in stature. I
saw Betty Nixon carrying a very
good-sized one OF squirrel that
matched her squirrel coat. 1t seems
a courtesy to your fur coat to match
it in your muff.
New York is all excited about that
gorgeous creature from Paris,
Yvonne Printemps, an actress herself
and the wife Of Sascha Guitry, the
dramatist. When she came down
the gangplank Of the Leviathan she
was wearing a white kasha coat
trimmed with civet cat, and queerly
enough she wore high laced shoes Of
white buckskin, with facings of
black patent leather. With them she
wore white hose. She is lovely
enough to get away with anything,
but her feet did remind me Of the
late Sadie Thompson in Rain
She brought with her a gorgeous
wardrobe created for her by Lanvin,
gowns that are visions of femininity.
Most of them are white, and all her
day clothes are decidedly on the
sport order.
1 saw a perfectly adorable outfit
at the opening of oh, Please" 1t
was of white wolfe with cross tuck
ing, with prim little ribbon girdle
in which was a nice luscious bunch
Of cherries. The hat, which accom-
panied it, was a wide brimmed affair
Of white 1eghorn, banded with red
satin, and more nice Early Rich
monds falling off the brim. Cher
ies are so ridiculously youthful
and so effective.
Orange and Gold
Beatrice Lille, the star, wore love-
ly gowns. One negligee Of gold
cloth, with wing draperies Of orange
colored georgette, particularly ap-
pealed to me.
launching at Pierre's I saw Edith
Jaffray in blouse Of white geor-
gette brocaded in gold, with black
velvet skirt and a black velvet tur-
ban, very exotic and Oriental.
I saw Mrs. Frank Vanderlip in a
black chiffon outfit with brilliantly
colored flowers scattered over the
surface, worn with a subdued black
velvet coat modestly collard in chin
chilla. I just caught glimpse Of
the piquant Billie Burke in a mink
coat, her glorious red hair concealed
under a tiny hat Of blue felt She
is always pleasant to look at in these
days when so few women take the
trouble to look feminine.
I never remember of seeing Flea
nor Alexander look more fetching
than she did the other day on the
avenue in a black fur coat and
brimless little hat with big butter
fly in front. She was with Gwendo-
ly Talbot in coat with godets Of