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I Enter the Attractive
Shop I Espied.
There is no woman living who can
withstand the appeal of dainty
dishes. It I> part of our rfvm'lnlne
heritage and we have never tiled to
overcome It.
The home Is the foundation of the
lute and the table is the foundation
of the home. You may judge a fam
ily by the table, at which it sits three
times a day and which carries its
influence out into the world. For,
are we not told that our eating must
be a joyous affair, accompanied by
good l nature, or else it falls in half
its purpose? How any one" can pre
tend to be happy at a table with a
motley array of dishes, which repulse
the sight before the appetite could
be tempted. Is beyond my under
standing. Pretty dishes, then, are
the foundation of a happy, con
tented home.
Dobbs & Wry. on North Pryor
street, haw so many pretty dishes
that I could hardly resist the display.
The arrangement of the store is un
usual. There is a series of little
booths or buffets along each side
with dishes of certain style, price
and quality confined within the lim
its of the section. It is like going
into the dining room of a beautifully
appointed house just to step into one.
of these display sections Beneath
.ire drawers containing samples of
the many, many different dishes.
First, drawers of bread -and butter
plates, all on a line; then luncheon
plates, dinner plates, etc. The nicety
of the arrangement makes a strong
appeal to the housekeeping instinct.
I gazed with something akin to
love at tlie magnificent examples of
the finest imported china. The fa
miliar t'olport, Royal Meissen. Royal
Worcluster, Doulton. Haviland, Gue
rin and Pouyat were displayed in fas
cinating elegam e. I could see, too,
that this love had not begun with
me. The love had been put into each
piece by the artists who had pro
due- 1 it, Each little flower, each gold
tracing gave evidence of compelling
’ov. that gave the woman, and
through her the world, an exquisite
piece of china
Tlie cut g.is- which nothing can
equal in brilliancy and purity, almost
startled me into observation. The
hundreds of nieces each of beautiful
line and decoration, made a display
of undeniable interest 1 was shown
an interesting pit co of glass which
show, d th. effect "f the principal
operations and fully demonstrated to
me that a piece of tut glass had a
strong artistic value beyond the fas
ination it holds for tlie majority of
w omen
Booths . f i heap, r . hlna and of the
welcome open stock fine china made
it possible for even the woman of
limited means to provide h> i table
with pretty china. 1 saw a repro-
duction of the famous Indian Tree
design in a very moderately priced
china, and was held entranced by a
cheerful peasant design.
For the collector and china lover
there aie beautiful pieces of Japa
nese china, Venetian glass, bronze,
brass, and every form of lovely vase
that Is produced by the different
schools of ceramic art.
A whole day spent in this art store
would not be wasted. As a delight
ful accompaniment to the lovely
dishes are the pleasant manners of
the men In charge. Specialists of 25
years experience, you may' well trust
their word and realize that in select
ing their china they are shopping for
the women of Atlanta in every' por
tion of the world. They bring the
works of art home for Atlanta’s ta
bles.
I Enter Fairyland
And Am Enchanted,
With the. Improvement of my in
hospitable guest room in mind, I
sought for some new lighting fixtures
to provide a welcome that words
alone could not convey. When I
stepped Inside the pretty store,
which a sign announced as the Queen
Mantel & Tile Company, 56 W. Mitch
ell street. I began to think that my
task was to be more difficult than
I had preconceived
It looked just as my story books
used to describe fairyland. Suspend
ed from the celling were myriad
lights—lridescent etched glass and
hammered brass—some slender as a
goblet, other* expressing boundless
hospitality find domesticity in the
breadth of light reflected, it was to
be most difficult to choose from such
a beautiful assortment of loveliness.
Each chandelier 1 noticed suggest
ed a suitable plate in my own or some
friend's house. One in mission style
would be just the thing to replace the
garish one that now had the oppor
tunity of showing how miserably it
failed both practically and artistical
ly. The colonial chandelier in silver
finish with showers of dainty glass
bowls, astral cut, would make Han
nah’s colonial living room a complete
picture. The little windmills and
geese on the shades of another show
* er of lights made me think of Han
nah's kiddies and their nursery.
of course 1 ordered one chandelier
sent home ami two sidelights to
match. It gave me the color scheme
for my refurnished guest room. The
chandelier was of hand-hammered
iron, with gold ornamentation. The
delightful little showers were iri
descent. green and gold. The green
gave a most restful effect The shades
wee just delicately tinted with a
graceful, conventional leafdesign th ft
would lead my welcomed guest to
think of days when the rays of sun-
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THE ATT. ANT A GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, JUNE 29. 191 z.
K'Kl UR PRISES await one every day. Every woman
, loves a surprise and so 1 am going to tell
«_ about a pleasant one I experienced a few days ago.
®C~ I was born with a love for adventure. The un-
W* known or untried has a strange, subtle fascination
for me. That is why Iso often am surprised. I
seek for surprises and gleefully accept them with
just as much ardor as if I had happened on them wholly
unexpectedly. One bright summer morning I awoke with the
consciousness of a long, varied shopping list that must be
filled before sundown, if 1 were to preserve my peace of mind.
T had postponed shopping beyond the usual period of pro
crastination, because I had had so many duties that seemed
to preclude a shopping day. But I made up my mind that I
would not look at this necessary duty as a hardship, but
would set my wits to work at a pleasant solution of this shop-
shine peeping through trees
brought peaceful repose.
The portable reading lamps were
lovely’, too. Knowing the financial
limitations which I could not remove,
I did not dare to look long. Besides,
I saw something else which made me
curious and investigative.
The mantels—Colonial, Flanders.
Mission, Dutch and Cottage styles—
were In the large, dean, spacious
storeroom overhead. I did not wish
to disgrace myself, hut when I saw
the Dutch mantel with the familiar
figures of Hansel and Gretel, I felt
like dapping my hands. My delight
in the pure Colonial types, the beauti
ful mahogany mantels that pleased
the eye in every line; my pleasure in
the quiet dignity of the dark oak
mantel with hand-tooled Spanish
leather panel, was increased by the
discovery that the courteous gentle
man who had observed it was him
self an artist and connoisseur. He
did not tell me that; he was far too
modest.
I asked Mr. Harris if he- had" any
objection to sending his mantel cata
logue to several of my friends who
contemplated building or remodeling
their houses. He reassured me that
to help and advise home builders was
his special work. I felt confident that
my friends would have the value of
a man who loved his work and made
of it an art.
I could not pass the andirons with
out a longing glance. I began men
tally to place them before the fire
place with an eye to appropriateness.
Two lovely tile mantels—Feiance tile.
I think they were; one in a dark, pea
cock blue; the other in what 1 called
a dark amber—l fitted with graceful
Colonia! a tdirons in brass. This de
lightful task begun. I hated to go on,
but knew I must.
I See An Interesting
Demonstration.
A furniture store may seem pro
saic and uninteresting to some peo
ple. Not so to the woman who is
bent upon furnishing her new home
or freshening the appearance of one
of years standing. Then a good fur
niture store offers a wealth of sug
gestions and opportunities.
The C. H. Mason Furniture Store
afforded me the usual pleasure that
1 find in browsing among substan
tial, well finished furniture in mod
ern and quaint styles. The grain of
the wood was attractively brought
out by what I knew was skilled la
bor, consequently each piece was
pleasing to the eye in line ami finish.
Upstairs was a surprise. The floor
was nearly covered with convenient
ly arranged furniture; rugs and por
tieres hung at the sides. I could let
the agreeable salesman swing the art
squares out for my inspection, begin
ning with the realistic roses on a bed
of mossy green and ending with those
of Oriental design that suggested
tales of Persian rug w eavers who put
their life and prayers into their prod
uct.
The porch furniture seemed to woo
the soft, 'cool breezes that I longed
to enjoy on my porch this summer.
The porch swing—-what a restful
place to take a little afternoon nap,
then awaken to hear the murmur of
the leaves and the call of birds. The
pretty green Crex rugs, with the
green porch furniture, would make
even the dreariest everyday porch or
balcony an oasis from the heated
burdens of the day.
Summer coolness! That was what
I was looking for. I wanted cool,
fresh milk; firm, sweet butter, meat
that made by mouth water even in
an uncooked state. My old refrig
erator failed to give me the results I
wished. If the butter was firm, it
was also tainted by the twelve-hour
association with the cantaloupes we
were to eat for breakfast The ice
bill was so large and we did not have
the satisfaction of feeling that our
money was well spent. I demanded
daily attention to may old ice gour
mand, and yet it was clearly demon
strated that, as a help to human hap
piness and domestic peace, it was a
failure.
I noticed the dearest little refriger
ator in miniature—a model, they said
it was. Inside the food chamber was
a match box, just next to the large
lump of ice which cooled the con
tents. Then I saw a demonstration.
A piece of paper was lighted inside
the ice chamber with one of the
matches which had been in cold stor
age for several months. I saw' the
circulation of air which kept the food
fresh as well as cool and showed why
each food kept its own flavor and
was removed in delicious condition
when needed.
That was not all. This Automatic
refrigerator had other features which
were unusual, though so desirable. A
porcelain lined water cooler was
built In the partition between the
food and ice chambers, open at the
top and fitted with a water bottle
holder. This meant cool, pure water
without the danger of contamina
tion. and without the extra consump
tion of ice.
The ice consumption feature was a
convincing one. To cool this splen
did lined refrigerator and to keep it
cool meant a saving in expenditure
that I would not have Imagined pos
sible. For only 30 cents a day I could
offer food that tempted jaded summer
appetites and insured good health.
1 Make a Pleasure
Os Necessity.
However fascinated I had been In
my purchases, there was one most
important one to be made that would
probably prove of more lasting. Inter
est than any other of the day. Need
I say that it was food?
Although I have no tendency to
ward epicurianism, yet I do like
good food and food that I know is
pure. As it is a necessity, many peo
ple do not stop to investigate the
conditions of their grocery or t'e
member to buy products that comply
w ith the pure food laws. I try to do
both, and have discovered a place
where I can satisfy keen appetites
without fear of unpleasant conse
quences.
When I entered the Great Atlantic
& Pacific Tea Store I know the task
of filling my long list would be pleas
ant and gratifying. The A & P cof
fee, tea, cocoa, spices, molasses, etc.,
are of the same high standard as they
w ere in our grandmother’s day. With
the world as a market, the facilities
to receive new orders each week, so
that there are no stale things on the
shelves, the great company has
grown to be a household word in
families that desire good meals antj
enjoy them.
I wonder how many housekeepers
follow the advice of women's maga
zines and provide an emergency
shelf? I have had one for a long
time and this was the day I meant to
replenish it. It is a shelf out of reach
of the children's curious fingers and
in a little obscure corner of the pan
try. Here is material for several com
plete, delicious meals and no matter
how unexpected the company, I can
greet them with an manner and
smile. I know that I have my entire
dinner ready, all in cans that need
but a few minutes' attention to yield
thdr tempting contents. Besides the
tightly closed cans of tea and coffee,
kept in reserve, are cans of Camp
bell's soups, cans of corn beef hash,
roast beef, ox tongue and other
moats, cans of vegetables, fruit and
glass jars of other articles that do
not come in the sanitary tins. This
shelf is a godsend to me on busy days
and when the order to the grocer is
forgotten I have always filled and
replenished m> emergency shelf from
the great variety of supplies at the
A & P store.
Nowadays I do not have to swelter
in the kitchen on warm summer days
to bake cookies. I can buy cookies
and crackers of every kind, many of
them packed in the air-tight, water,
proof boxes that we have seen in the
advertising pages of our favorite
magazine.
It was a problem that required im
mediate solution, if 1 were to retain
any semblance of popularity, to get
butter that would meet the tastes of
the family. I found it here, and un
less this butter is on the table no
butter is eaten. As I consider butter
a necessary adjunct to a well bal
anced diet, all the butter is purchased
at the A & P store.
Perhaps it is not unusual to desirl
fresh eggs. It is unusual to obtain
them. I get them and we eat them.
You can imagine how much care is
taken in their selection by the A & P
people when I tell you that we never
have found an egg that was not ab ■
solutely fresh.
The cheese is the best New York
cream obtainable. My experience
has led me to believe that there is
none better.
Pretty premiums are given for tea,
coffee and baking powder purchases,
and I often delight in some pretty
new dish for which I did not pay a
cent.
I Indulge a Purely
Feminine Taste.
When millinery is concerned, all
women display an enthusiasm that
men will never fail to openly deplore,
yet secretly admire as a most fasci
nating, feminine characteristic. I am
not ashamed of my pet hobby for
pretty hats, nor do I think that I lose
friends by my indulgence in becom
ing headgear. Sometimes, however, I
can not trust my own judgment as to
the becomingness, for 1 am led astray
by the beauty of the hat itself and
do not note that the hat Is not suit
able for my peculiar style. Then it
is that I appreciate the frank advice
of an experienced and artistic milli
ner, one who has mastered her pro
fession. yet is willing to give others
the benefit. When I approached the
shop of Mrs. E. M. Buchanan on
Edgewood avenue I knew that my er
rand was to be fulfilled and my love
of pretty things gratified.
The lower floor resembled very
much the ordinary millinery shop
but the second floor was a revelation
to those in search of chapeaux. Did
I wish a pink hat. I could easily se
lect one from a large glass case with
sliding doors, where the seasonable,
mid-summer pink beauties were
stored away from the soil of merely
curious fingers, or the dust that
might blow from the busy street. The
large hats were by themselves, some
in glass cases, others in cases with
mirrors in the doors, so that the
would-be purchaser could see their
effect without any delay. I gloried
In the nicety of these arrangements
and In the pure white woodwork that
gave an air of daintiness and exclu
siveness that we women so adore.
Os course. I must see them all. The
primrose evening set of chiffon cloth
with exquisite black Spanish lace
took my fancy. There was a scarf
or mantilla in true Spanish style and
the bonnet to match, trimmed with
lace and a long black plume. When
I was told that this set could be made
in any of the more delicate tints,
lavender, baby blue, pink, or even
gray, should milady desire. I soon
saw where man • husbands would
openly call this a rank extravagance,
and secretly rejoice that his wife
looked so well and was so evidently
admired.
A bride's set in pink French crepe
was most fascinating. I could almost
see the pretty bride herself so truly
bridal was it. It was deftly created
in pale pink with veiled maidenhair
By EDltk
ping problem. I dressed with care and meditated the while
liow 1 was to turn a dread into a joy. The weather was in
my favor. 1 would walk down town and gain the benefit
of the bright day. I could then, determine how else I might*
gratify my longing for adventure. The list was long and so
varied as to make the casual reader gasp. My personal wants
were many. I needed, really needed, a new gown, hat, gloves,
shoes, hosiery, handkerchiefs, a parasol to shield my complex
ion from the summer sun. and several other items.
Then there were several articles to be purchased for the
house. The guest room was in need of refurnishing, and I
had listed a bed, draperies, a chair or two, a small rug, and a
few little trifles that would take the lonesome look from the
room. I did not choose to have my guest room so dreary as
to prohibit the very visitors I most desired to entertain.
Hence these expenditures required a painstaking purchaser
and a conscientious dealer. .June, the months of graduates,
fern and tiny pink roses as addi
tional adornment.
There was a leghorn bonnet trim
med 'in lace and picot edged ribbon
and pink roses, a rough straw hand
made hat with long feather in natur
al color, a white hemp with white
feather breast, and a dark blue hemp
with a standing bow of blue velvet
and a French touch provided by a
primrose at one side of the crown.
These made me think of the trials of
some of my elderly relatives in ob
taining a suitable, becoming hat. in
spite of their 60-year youth.
To add to my feminine millinery
intoxication was the sight of a large
shipment of French felts, in light
blue, pink, lavender and steel. I saw
future early autumn possibilities in
those capacious drawers and knew'
that here was authority for the com
ing styles.
I Find the Means of
Perpetuating a Joy.
It was a day that charmed with its
loveliness and with Nature pleading
for recognition it did not seem
strange that I should" think of a
camera. In my o little journeys I had
seen many pretty things. I had looked
with filling eyes at the little groups
of pathetic children, I had viewed
with pleasure the play of happy ones.
All this, beyond the slight impression
I. might retain for a time, was lost.
This was proof that I needed a cam
era.
Thereupon, I entered the store of
the Glenn Photo Stock Company,
117. Peachtree street, to see if the
successful operation of a camera
was beyond my mechanical ingenui
ty. I was soon shown how much
choice there t is in the camera line
and how every one front the merest
child to the professional photogra
pher could be supplied with an in
strument best suited to his knowl
edge or needs. 1 might purchase a
simple, inexpensive camera until I
required a larger, one to satisfy my
budding artistic aspirations. From
the little Brownie to the Eastman
Kodak were cameras to suit -every
demand and every pocketbook.
As an amateur photographer, I
rather dreaded the trouble of prop
erly developing the pictures I would
delight in taking. This I found would
not be necessary. I could take my
films to the Glenn people and have
them developed and printed for me
without loss of my time or patience.
Or, if 1 preferred, I could easily de
velop my films with an Eastman de
veloper by me aii-in-the-dayllght
method that has superseded the old
dark room nuisance.
Another thing that astonished me
was thp fart that i ozx.ii i t, . ..
me ract tnat 1 could purchase a
small pocket camera, take all the
pictures I desired and then have the
favorite and nlost guC cessf Ul of thein
beautifully enlarged and framed by
the Glenn people. The enlargements
I saw convinced me that this was a
most practical thing to do. One en
largement was more lifelike than
any oil portrait I had ever seen The
unconsciousness of the subject and
the familiar surroundings had given
a charm to the camera production
which many artists might envy
The fleeting days of childhood are
the ones most precious to the mother
and every mother would rejoice to in
some wise perpetuate them. The lit
tle creeping child, grasping for its
bright ball, the children at play with
their dolls and pets, make delightful
pictures that are valuable to her
Vacation days demand a camera
The pleasant hours are re-lived many
times through the agency of one of
these modern necessities. Albums,
all ready for the slipping in pf the
photographs without the use of the
paste pot. may bo purchased to suit
every occasion. The journey to the
country, the automobile run. the sum
mer at the seashore and the trip to
Europe can be remembered and re
main a delight.
Though the cameras and the cam
era accessories were the main fea
ture here. 1 saw many other attrac
tive articles. The famous Walla..
Nutting holographs, tinted | n soft
tones by an artist who knows and
loves his siH.Je.'ts, would make
charming additions to the prettv
boudoir or living room.
The birthday cards, booklets and
dinner cards of quaint and unusua
design gave numerous suggestion:
for remembrances and parties. Neve:
again would 1 rack my brain tfoi
ideas that would prove surprises t<
my friends. Here 1 could purclias<
ideas and feel that they were good.
I Discover a Soul
In the Realm of Music.
Some women can not withstand tin
lure of the shop windows. I'wAs glat
I was an exception when, remembering
musical Ellen, I entered the Candlei
building and let the large noiseles:
elevator carry me to the twelfth floor
I turned a corner and walked into s
cozy, well arranged room that was t
beautiful setting for the display o
beautiful musical instruments. *
There was where 1 found Mr. Cat
der, of the Hallet & Davis Piani
Company, and there was where
spent a delightful hour with the Vir
tuolo and Hallet & Davis pianos,
discovered, through courteous Jit
Carder, who is himself a fine tnusi
cian and able to interpret music ti
even such a novice as 1. real mira
cles in piano playing.
I had been thinking of Ellen jtni
her long tedious musical edueatSbr
which had given her the ability ti
please others but had depfived her o
so much time and pleasure. It hat
never occurred to me that the same
and even greater, pleasure could bi
given to music-lovers without th
years of constant practice and perse
verance she had shown.
The Hallet & Davis Piano Coin
pany, I learned, is the second oldes
piano house in the United States, st
I did not wonder that they had pro
duced this machine with a soul—tht
Virtuolo. It takes master minds ant
master hands to produce a masten (
piece, and the Virtuolo is a master
piece. It has, too, the additional fore
of having a firm capitalized at $3,
000,000 to make it the best player
piano in the world. I wanted t<
know all these things for my rouguisl
brain was planning a lovely surprise
Then I heard the Virtuolo! I cal
not attempt to tell you my pleasure
it seemed as if I had suddenly fount
Paradise and had left all earthly trdu
bles behind. Imagine Beethoven’;
Moonlight Sonata played as the mas
ter himself would commend. First
the soft, low tones expressing infl
nite yearning, then the clear, swee
melody expressive of the moonlight’:
beam. The grief, resignation. S’s
giveness, calm and despair—all *a
there so technically perfect yet S'
beautifully expressive that I couk 'l
almost feel that Beethoven hlinsel
was telling me his love story.
1 could not but wonder how thli
expressive playing was rendered bj
a machine. Then, 1 heard about th'
Acsolo buttons that guide the expres
sion by simple pressure of the fingers
This wonderful device is what tn A..'
tlie Virtuolo an instictlve player
piano. It meets every mood and ev
ery caprice of the operator until on< ■
is deluded into believing that lie 1’ -t
an artist. Chaminade’s Scarf Dane* ,
can be played with all the tantalizini
delicacy that the artist put into hel ’
notes, but so few can interpret. 1
My idea grew. Ellen was musitjii! <
Ellen was to be married, Ellen wai t
no longer to have hours for carefu t
practice. Ellen must have a Virtual!
for a wedding present! Her piano t
I remembered, was shared by th< L
family of growing girls, and unselfisl .
Ellen vuld not care to take it fron b
her girlhood home. My plan ‘
glorious! f L
As I sat in the pleasant, cool office If
overlooking the prosperous city a r
Atlanta, I formulated my plan ant (
was ready for action. Just as soot >
as 1 got homo 1 would telephone al t
the club girls and earn a double sat- t
isfaetion. for they were all puzzly ;
as to Ellen's wedding gift. We wolf' d
(■lull together and give Ellen mW’ t
thing that would be a life-long pEas
ure and delight. j,
J hereupon, 1 carefully began t 1 r.
come down to earth and talk I'tiCei
With no middlemen to deal with. Id
high rent to vicariously pay. "ti i j
able to purchase a Virtuolo 1: b
astonishingly low price. j
that I would tell the girls
must divide the price between
-' of our old Twenty-Three clue 'W
feel that we had spent the im.ieß
Wisely and well Mi
