Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-10
SUB ROSA
BY MIMI.


Women dress to please other wom-
en-. Yes, we've doped that all out our
selves. Other women are. the best au.
dience in the world for a new dress
comes with a rivals envy and annoy
ance.
That's all very we'll, but how about
| dressing to please ourselves n little
! bit? If we're really proud Of being
smart and dainty. why don't we in
! dulge that self-pride occasionally and
! give our own selves treat?
! What's the complex that makes
most girls array themselves like rag
women when they're planning to
spend a morning alone?
| Is there anything more discouraging
than the spectacle of yourself in the
mirror-a dirty, disheveled wreck,
| trailing around in soiled left-overs,
shoes run down at the heels. hair
| unbrushed, uncombed, face shiny and
| red?
Wouldn't you think that sight would
cure every girl of the impulse to be
comfortably slovenly when she's by
herself?
Yet thousands of girls make a point
| Of donning such costumes for the
| hours spent in their own exclusive
society. They don't seem to have any
pride about keeping themselves pre-
sentabe and smart, just for their own
| Sakes.
So. if they won't listen to reason
and dress nicely just to keep their
own self-resnect, | shall have to warn
them of the dangers of SloVenly soil.
tude. $500
Dorothy is about as vain a little
piece Of fiippery as you'd care to meet,
and 30 per cent of her waking hours
are devoted to thoughts of clothes.
She looks like any one of the four
hundred when she's dolled up-but a
picture of her snapped as she is about
to start out for market in the morn
| ing would find a place in any rogue
gallery.
She wears a shabby. dirty coat, low
| heeled, yellow oxfords with bumpy
| toes, cotton stockings and a hat that
looks as if it had been chewed by an
outraged dog.
In this she sallies forth each day
because mo one can see her" And in
this she came to grief last week. She
was crossing the market street. you
see, when Il smooth-running foreign
car stopped and an amazed voice in
quired: dot Anderson-is that you?'
Shrinking in horror. she glanced up
| to behold the carefully enameled fea
lures of Muriel, her worst enemy and
| greatest rival. Muriel and her boy
| friend were out for an early morning
spin, and they both enjoyed the spec
tacle of Dorothy cringing and embar'
raised as she vainly strove to dc
| something to a costume which could
never be improved.
| Don't believe for an instant that
such an incident is one of the things
that happen once in a lifetime.
| The careless girl, who takes no
pains about how she locks when no
one is around, is constantly plunged
| into embarrassing situations.
| The sad case of the girl who settled
herself alone for a sloppy evening is
| well known. She attired herself in a
moth-eaten wrapper and proceeded to
settle down for a good novel. When
! the dOorbell rang she rushed to the
window and discovered that Harold,
! the boy wonder, stood on the porch
| his snappy roadster parked at the
| curb.
| Our little heroine had been waiting
| for him to notice her existence for eX-
| actly three months, and now that
golden opportunity knocked at the
door she was unable to receive him,
owing to the moth-eaten wrapper.
BY the time she rushed upstairs to
make a quiet change he was gone.
| Could anything be more pitiful?
Take it from me. you careless dress
| ers, you're running a big chance
Much wiser for you to keep yourself
always ready to receive the Prince OF
| Wales if he should happen to drop in
Copyright. 1927