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About The Montgomery monitor. (Mt. Vernon, Montgomery County, Ga.) 1886-current | View Entire Issue (Aug. 12, 1920)
FORMAL GOWNS OF FINE FABRICS * ' ’ : %W. /• r, • ••> .. I % *jr H*~ *,v* ; ; JferS| IMk ] [ jsmsM f 'fm i i Wwti immi-'M: |gf fg wa jil \\v v H/ H ' V / *1 ' s: Bk>J ’ / itelA i' / Vy 7 l <d£so V DELICATE and lovely labrles In vite niid inspire those fortunate tadgners who spbnd their time thluk- S«K up formal dress lor fair women. UMintiicd color ranges are at their idisjxisiil and many materials of fine texture and fascinating luster. Ttie creator of ihe handsome after »«*i frock shown at the left of the picture above has chosen satin, veiled with chiffon, for a lovely effort and taw taken embroidered hands and ril>- ta« ms aids hi making an Ideal dress fur dinner or any other formal wear. If you will Imagine It In sapphire blue, -it certain hrowi. shades or In hlaek, you will appreciate it: elegance. As for Its outlines they could Hot he more ■topic, but they arc graceful and it Is iu the decoration that the designer h»s nmnlfcsted his art and much Indl vMun’lty. The hands of embroidered net arc a revival and are set in the chiffon, allowing the luster of satin iu reveal Itself from underneath. l*ong loops cd' satin rthhon take up this note and add additional sheen and a SORTS Hi STODE , ft • < •*v , . V!' '•- vA —r ——w— m J, - fe 3ls& £& iHIKI Hilil Pi l Ifetesii K’j f? m*w u . A_l J. SIDE plaits, knife plaits, box plaits and. occasionally, accordion plaits iriternte on appreciation of plaits in ••partite skirts that is going to carry into the fall season. For already ■MBtifaeturers are lurking capital of litis vogue for pluUlng- and using it t* enable them to lntriHlv.ee new fen rone-' iii skirt ma le's \\ bother the JM»nv h |dull or Striped or plaid, ■beer ot [iruvy, It brings grist to the •till of the skirt designer. In striped material* where a light and a daik stripe alternate, the light '•ttlfH' Is turned under either the sale mr box plaits and often these plaits ■re stitched down to the swell of the fcjpiine and press,*d very thoroughly trim* |t. A skirt of this kind, when tanging straight, appears in the dark •■Kir. but moving about glimpses the Ibgtitei color iu a very Interesting way. narrow girdle Is made of this ribbon, fastenin'," at the front with a long em broidered ornament. The finish of the sleeves with a hand of ribbon appears to he one of the coming season’s style .points. Another is the hat of tine hackly dripping from it small tur ban shape. Tiie evening gown at the right avails Itself of lighter color and is more glowing by this means. It is os simple in outline us its companion hut gath ers interest by adopting somewhat in tricate draping. The skirt follows the harem Inspiration! caught tinder at the bottom and remotely suggesting Turkish trousers. Nothing Intt the sat in is called upon to contribute charm to this gown except a long spray of roses and foliage which are posed against it, repeating the pale rose tint in many delightful shadings. A love ly cream colored hat covered with lace hears a mass of soft uncurled ostrich, to crown lids satin splendor in t!u‘ right way. Two very practical plaited models !r. woo! ore among tbe early showings for fall anil are illustrated here. There are tailored skirts thht will lc crest the woman who is looking for practical clothes that are a:; a.;%, as well. The pictures veil se plainly the story of these new models that nothing need be written of them. The plaits t ,re steamed and press, d in the fabrics and re there to stay. A few bone buttons embellish the skirt a; the left, set over Its side fusioning, and a new feature In the other si.irt appears in three straps with pointed ends fin-. I shed with machine stitching which appear at the sides. THE MONTGOMERY MONITOR. MT. VERNON, GEORGIA. [ 1 : Jilted | I j * } By CRAWFORD LUTTRELL ' % 5 t \ ((£), 13110, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) She felt as if all the blood in her slim young body were pounding in her ears. “You moan — you mean that you don’t love me any more?” site found voice to question. ‘ I didn't say that,” lie .defended sternly. “What I did say was that 1 think it would lie bettor to postpone the wedding for a few months.” She nervously jerked ills ring from her linger with a cold little hand that shook no harder than her heart. “I hate you,” site said stortnily. Site tossed his ring on a little table that stood between them. “Think it over, Anne,” he said, ig noring the glistening circlet that ho had slipped on her quivering linger one enchanted night. Me picked up liia hut to go. “I’ll he hack in a day or two when we have had time intelli gently to think tile matter over and your anger lias cooled.” “As if it ever could!” she ejaculated scathingly. "I never want to see you again t: s long as [ Ih e.” Site ran up the steps, her sharp lit tle hia Is clicking ominously on the pol ished stairs. I’d) Raymond shook his head sadly at «l opened and closed the screen door with a hand that was not quite steady. He lingered for n moment, then, head Up. walked briskly down the shrub 'inod driveway. I'psiairs, prone on her dimity cov ered tied, lay a huddled little figure, choking back dry sobs. When at last the tears came, warm and merciful, they seemed to submerge her Intolerably aching heart until it grew numb, insensible to the waves of pain that rolled through her tortured body. Hob had jilted her. Site would never he able to hold up her head again. Everybody would taik. Even when she was a placid, sour old maid, people would remember and toll their children and their children’s children all about her humiliating experince. Suddenly Iter wandering thoughts focused into a resolution. Site would not tell anybody about it for two days. At the end of that time she would have assembled her trousseau which was about complete, and she would leave a letter tinnouirring that it was impossible for her to marry Bob, that she was going away and that they would hear from her again soon. She would draw enough money out of the hank to go away —to work somewhere. Os course, she did nor know how to do a tiling in the world hut girls in stories frequently went away from home and made great successes in business. What had been done could bo done. Iloli would he left to answer all embarrassing questions. Accordingly she appeared at the luncheon table in sticii high spirits that her family grew suspicious. ”Isob must have brought good news this morning when itc came over here'so early,” said her mother curiously. Anne's heart missed u beat at that "Bob always brings good news,” she said, and tried to make it sound as if she meant it. And the news he brought had broken her heart! There was a tennis tournament on that afternoon at the Country club. Boh was one of the star players. So Anne opened Jier closet door and took from its shrouiiUtg wrappings one of the handsomest of lier trousseau gowns of flinty white organdie. With it she wore a wide brimmed, drooping white georgette hat that made her look six teen instead of twenty-two. To her inquiring mother she ex plained that so many visitors were ex pected at the club that day. she had decided to wear something especially pretty. Out to the court went Anne, her pretty face glowing and dimpling un der a four-cornered rose-colored para sol that made a- distracting bit of beauty against tbe green grass. She was with a crowd of girls who were to have been her bridesmaids, and when by chance they encountered Bob with an out-of-town man Anne was so much the engaged girl that nobody could have suspected the truih übou; that distressing scene that had been staged only that morning. Introductions over, the out-of-town man i agorly took the parasol from her hand. Bussing on with him. she looked over her shoulder to say to the bewildered vision in white ilnck and battered white hat, “1 am sure tnat you will win the match. Don’t get overheated, Boh. deari" She took care that only Bob saw the little blue flame that danced in her mocking eyes. Then the match was on In which Boh was to play. and. although he had Peon in title form only the afternoon h, ;,uv. he made a poor showing, and after n few minutes' play, even his devoted admirers > encoded that a pros pective hridegrietn was itt no condition to uphold the honor of the local men. Five minutes after he had run out on the mtbly rolled court, the rose parasol had disappeared from sight. Anne had believed herself so brave, she had been so feverishly certain that she could see the staggering tiling that had conic to her through without the lU- h '■ of an eyelash, hut she had gam bled without knowledge of that sensi tive, all-deciding little organ of the heart. The sight of Boh doing the usual things In the usual way. with no thought of the corroding acid of his suggestion that they postpone the wedding eating at the root of all her earthly happiness, had been too much for her. Anne stepped into her car and or dered the chauffeur to drive to the wonder house that she and Bob had buiit and had just finished furnishing, in readiness for that great day when he would lift her bodily and carry iter into the place that was to he their home forever sifter. She dismissed her car and, glancing back furtively, she went up the newly concreted walk for the last time. She opened the front door and closed it quickly behind her. She started in astonishment. Everywhere—on tables tabourets, bookcases and in the wide window sills —tiiere were liowers, her favorites! She tossed off tile expensive hat with no care for its perishable beauty, and ran from room to room, looking ;tt everything. Then a hand, cold and clammy as death, twasted its chilling fingers ill .nit else \ That was it. lie was going to marry suddenly and take the girl tiiere, to the home that she, Anne Tyler, had stumped with her own vivid person ality. She climbed the stairs slowly, like a woman from whose limbs age has taken the light buoyancy of youth. She paused at the doorway of the room she and Bob had selected for their own. “So you do caro, after all? Oh, Anne, I love you so. I hoped that you would come hero —I knew that if you did—” Boh was there beside her, his arms holding her close. All her fine*resolu tions melted at his touch. “llow could you —how could you be so cruel —” Then be told her. his heart hammer ing a comforting, confirming refrain under her tear-drenched check. “You know, Anne, you’ve been engaged three times before —before I came along, and last night at the club dance I over heard two fellows speculating on bow long it would be until you dis covered that you didn’t love me. I couldn’t bear tbe thought. I didn't sleep a wink all night, and tins morn ing I went over to your house to test you —I would have died if anything iiad happened to keep us from living in this house of our dreams—l couldn’t play this afternoon —I just watched your parasol, and when it disappeared I threw away my racket and came running—hoping—oh. girl, you 11 novel know how much I have suffered to day—” “Oh. yes. I will,” said Aime contrite ly. “I suffered, too, but I deserved it. I did promise to marry those other men, but I never even put on their rings—l was honest with you. I don’t know why girls do such things. They’re just fluttered —” “Lot's forget it!” begged Bob hearti ly. For bo had tested Anne and found her true. STANDARD OF BUSINESS HIGH Dishonesty Wins No Lasting Success Today—“ Conscience” Weil Called One's Best Capital. That man is a sucess who lives up to his conscience. Business success and conscience used to have little in common, It was thought. Today business success and con science go hand-in-hand, as a rule. Indeed, “success” not* attained in har mony with conscience is now general ly looked on as no success at all. Conscience Is the parent of char acter, and without character no man is today rated a success. The less conscience a man has. the less likely is he to he successful— and stay successful —today. Our whole business standards have been raised. Salesmanship used to consist large ly of cupidity. Today cupidity is rec ognised as stupidity. The' progress made ethically by business is host illustrated by the transformation which ltas taken place in advertising. A generation ago ad vertising was nine-tenths exaggera tion. misstatements and deception. Today it is nine-tenths clean, truth ful, honest. The “still, small voice.” in other words, has become a loud, dominant voice. Instead of conscience being a hand icap in business, it is today an asset, an indispensable asset, an asset with out which we now recognize no last ing. worth-while success can he achieved. Work that wrenches flic conscience cannot he adequately paid—there isn’t enough money in the world to do it. Conscience is one’s best capital.— Forties Magazine. Fable With a Modern Meaning. It is related by a-.lapanese philoso pher that there was once a poor man who cultivated with painful toil a small plot of rice land on which was an old tree stump. One day a hare ran across the plot, dashed its head against the stump and fell down insensible. The peasant was a had Buddhist, and. takiug the l are h .me. had it tor hts dinner. Then he reflected. “Gathering up hares that lash themselves against tree stumps,” he said, "is far easier and pleasanter than cultivating rice: let me put tree stumps all over my plot." lie did so, and perished miserably if starvation. So does the great Kami Santa deal with the slothful and the impious.—London Outlook. Too Strong. Borrow ell —That fellow Bjones is too strong to work. Harduppe—What "makes you think SO’.' Borrowcil —Fve tried to worfc fejm. Recotnt^Gnis^BW fl —two spoonfuls of JACOBS LiVER |jg •jfl SALT in hot water, taken before breakrast. j|| He KNOWS its value as a natural safe end jpg Ih effective laxative. Ask gour clivg£ist. Generous jraj bottles, 35c and 75s i&i I’ JACOBS’PHARMACY j| | ATLANTA, GA. f| n B«Hbp|hel r ." - •. .r Mi BOOUSNCSS.HEADACHE. HU|bkS^- . 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Ziron is a perfected preparation of pure medicinal iron salts, combined with other valuable strength-giving tonic ingredients, which are recom- SS RACE TO BE HAIRLESS? Prediction Made, Not Without Reason, That Coming Generations Will Be Bald. That the man of the next century will have no hair on his head has been predicted time and again, and the fact that many men under forty are bald seems to indicate that this may he possible, the men of the coming gen erations acquiring baldness at an earlier age until finally a hairless specimen of the genus homo shall ar rive. But it Is through no fault of their own that men are losing their hair, while women are perhaps un consciously getting ready to become hairless females of the spepies, and while they may be only working out the will of Providence, they are doing it deliberately by “bobbing" their hair. The fashion was Introduced, it is said, by Russian women, who disguised themselves trying to g*% out of their bolshevtst-ridden country. Coming to the United States, their bobbed hair attracted attention, was first taken up by the bohemian set in New York, and now is rapidly spreading. Some of the older women, not wishing to sacrifice their locks, are said to be wearing false bobbed hair. Her Way. Belle —Did you enjoy the play? Nell —Oh. I had a perfectly lovely time. I cried straight through the whole four acts. Cut Down the Sugar Bill 1 by eating a cereal that contains its own sugar &<• f-deve!oped from grain in making— ] Grape-Nuts | As a breakfast or luncheon cereal with cream or milk; or sprinkled over fresh fruit or berries, Grape-Nuts adds to the meal’s pleasure—and is economical. Buy from your grocer. Men— We Tearii You Barber Trade. Paying positions guaranteed; income while learning; 4 weeks’ course. V.'e own shops. (White only > Jacksonville Barber Col., Jacksonville. Fla. ;» ft a POSITP/ILY REMOVED b7 Dr. B«ry’« '] k*V ?r*cklo Oiatm«nt—Your drufftrfot or by r'l C J il'ic saj mall, 65c. Free book. Dr. C. H. 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Ha, ha, ha!” “Doctor, a question!” yelled a man in the gallery. “Well, what Is it?” asked the mem ory expert. “How are me to know,” yelled the galleryite, “that your picture doesn’t represent Robert Browning?” The Good Samaritan. It isn’t even safe to trust even to a good Samaritan any more. The Turkic Avalanche reports the ease of one who turned out to be a thief. He discovered Dr. William Cunningham, a local physician, having trouble with his touring car, and promptly offered to help him. After the doctor had grate-" * fully accepted the man got in and tinkered the car a bit and then started off to ride up and down the street a time or two to see how it worked. To date he is still seeing.—Kansas City Times. Many a man used to ruin his eye sight looking for work in a saloon. If water sold for 10 cents a glass It would be more satisfying to some men.
