The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1945-10-15
Observations
A Lady Columnist
Rises in Wrath Over
Women's Fall Hats
BY HELEN EssARY

= The War Department at least
y fragment thereof. has gone frivo-
lous. This is a pleasant change
from killing and general destruc-
tion. Sull you wouldn't expect
that even a fragment OF the War
Department would take an interest
in millinery. In the hat OF WAC,
maybe. But not in ordinary wom'
ems hats.
Perhaps hats OF ordinary WON.
en-" Is better. AS II there ever was
an ordinary hat for any but an eX.
trsordinary woman. Certainly not
this season. But admitting all
these vagaries, letter just re.
ceived from the Pentagon Building,
judicial department, was a surprise.
II referred with definite frankness
10 a hat OF mine, 10 a hat that
had hoped was smart and trifle
come-hithery.
The letter came in the form OF
an Office memorandum. II was typ
ed on blue paper and stamped
United States Government. 1t
began pleasantly enough with:
"To-Helen Essary,
From-An Admirer.'
But see what came next: Il am
one OF a group of lawyers who
work for the War Department We
enjoy your articles. We also agree
that you are one OF the most skip
ped by editor woman in Washing
ton.
But your picture has US puzzled.
II II isn't too personal a question,
what s that strange device you bal
ance sometimes so neatly on your
forehead?
I'VE all agree that II can't be
Just hat. We have made up a
jackpot, each throwing in a buck
and the one who guesses nearest
gets the jackpot,
Some OF the guesses so far-a
pie crust without the filling... A
pair OF glasses on a pin tray. A
bone that Fido couldn't swallow
and left on his plate. A piece OF
burnt spaghetti. An earthworm
waiting for a Mt. Pleasant street
car.
Some guesses are even worse.
We invite you. yes we even dare
you 10 answer this query. | want to
win that jackpot
Respectfully and sincerely,
(Deleted by CENSOR"
DEAR DELETED CENSOR:
want 10 be cooperative and do
what | can to help bring the
hat jackpot to happy ending.
You're sure you want to know what
that strange device sometimes set
on my forehead really is? I'll tell
you... Be careful now. It's.
It's. it's q swapping turtle!
got 1t because 1t seemed to
suit my personality. Right? &.
Don't dare tell me It is right
Anyhow, probably as result OF
your tetter-Tm going to discard
that hat. Beginning tomorrow
shall use 1t for a dolly. Or dish
cloth. Why should l be thrifty
now. e. Taxes are going to be re-
duced. Besides think it's lime
got a new hat. One of those mons
tiers of 1916, fall season.
Speaking OF the seasonal hats
they are the most hideous, unbe-
coming things ever concocted by
millinery mad or maudlin.
l once read this note on an at
tractice woman: "She everlastingly
knew what TO put on her head"
This autumn, no woman I've seen
seems to know what to put on her
head. / looked at the women at a
luncheon party yesterday. How
tired and old they looked! Every
one OF them. Even the girls OF 90.
What could have happened to the
poor things? Then suddenly real.
lied. New hats-Paris style-had
happened to the poor things.
Those great clumps Of Heavy,
heavy hangs over your head" had
beaten them down and aged them
80 years. l took a quick look at
myself. Who was that unhappy
weary female with cockeyed stove
pipe on her head? Why It was me!
with my poor face exposed in