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Visiting in Bar Harbor
the left, is the guest of Mrs. Henr” Inman in Bar Ilarbor.
Miss Broyles is a popular Atlanta girl. On the right is Mrs.
William Armand, a charming-young matron.
they stuck it out and made the best of
it. And, I’m told, it tasted mighty
good, although it was considerably
damp.
But the worst came the next day.
The beautiful ‘‘spot” selected by the
ladies—bless their hearts—had other
inhabitants None other than thosi?
pesky little torments known as “red
bugs” or “chiggers." The party took
home a plentiful supply and for the
next week the mere mention of the
word “spo^” made the men "cuss'” and
the entire party tingle.
From what I hear, the next time
this party embarks on a picnic jaunt
it will be understood in advance that
the ladies will have nothing to do
with the selection of the “spot.”
It is a costume to be worn on a quiet
evening at home, or for bachelor par
ties.
It was introduced by a well-known
peer of England, and is described as
a dark green watered silk, with re-
vers of old gold, the coat being edged
with olive green silk braid. The suit
is loosely cut, with wide trousers, and
is worn with a colored silk shirt,
soft turn down silk collar and flow
ing tie. Socks of silk and gorgeous
Oriental slippers complete the pic
ture.
Did you get that? Oriental slippers
and green silk coat. Now, my brave
gentlemen, 1 know won’t accept, but
here goes anyway; a box of good
cigars to the first one of you or to
any one of you who has the courage.
girls wear beauty spots only for
adornment.
A COUPLE of weeks ago 1 offered
a wager to the four men I con
sidered the best dressed in At
lanta—Bob Maddox, Gene Haynes,
Jim Nunnally and Joe Gatins.
At the time I dared any one of
these four to appear on Peachtree
in London's latest fashion for men.
the gray top hat. None of them had
the nerve to accept.
I would propose another little
wager with these four on the latest
London craze. This is the rest suit.
N EWPORT is raving over Mrs.
William E. Carter, of Philadel
phia. Mrs. Carter is called the
most perfect figure among the prom
inent society women of that resort.
She Is a perfect blonde, and her fame
as a type of beauty has spread over
two continents.
I met Mrs. Carter last winter at
a ball in Philadelphia, and I can as
sure you she is the most dazzling
vision I was ever permitted to see.
Every year the glory of her fair com
plexion and of her light hair seems
to be enhanced. Combined with this
she is regarded as the most artisti
cally dressed woman in Newport this
season.
I am told that last week Mrs. Car
ter attended seven lunches, three
dances and seven dinner parties,
which, you will admit, is a rather
strenuous program for anyone. In-
S INCE the first appearance of the
series of little stories of society
life and things pertaining to the
social world under the signature of
Polly Peachtree I have been deluged
with letters from far and near and
with telephone calls innumerable in (
anxious inquiry as to my identity.
From hundreds of people in Atlanta,
and from Augusta, Savannah, Macon
and as far off as New Orleans and
Birmingham, the letters of inquiry
have come, while speculation in At
lanta society has been broad and in
many instances extremely wide of the
mark.
A strange trait in people is this cu
riosity to know the personality of
anyone whose expressed opinions
arouse interest. Those who like Pol
ly’s chatter wish to know who she is,
and those who do not like it express
a livelier interest still.
Now, I am afraid this curiosity must
remain unsatisfied for a while, at
least. Why, if you all knew who
Polly was, the fun would be gone,
wouldn’t it? Anyway, people might
be more discreet in their conversa
tion while I a.m around, and if Polly
could hear nothing to chat about,
what would become of her chatter?
Not that I am going to pass on any
word of scandal or of gossip which
would harm anybody, nor shall I in
dulge much in, quoting rumor.
The object of these columns is sim
ply to amuse in a way that hurts no
body, just as two or three friends,
gathered around a tea table on the
porch of .the country club, would re
count the little stories they had heard
of friends or talk over the fads and
follies of the world. I shall not seek
this maid with a white satin gown
that had seen its best days. The gift
was received with enthusiastic appre
ciation.
“Thank you so much, ma’m; thi3
will be just the thing for me to wear
to the Driving Club to-night?” “To
the what?” "The Driving (5lub, m’am.
where we goes every Thursday night
to dawnce.” "What in the world are
you talking about, Mary?” asked her
mistress. And. Mary then explained
that 5'he really meant “the Drivers’
Club,” but that “they often called it
‘The Driving Club,’ because it sound
ed more classy.”
A TLANTA girls, I notice, are re
viving the beauty *pot. I have
noticed a number of our smart
young girls wearing them, and I must
say some of them are very bewitch
ing. A man told me the other night
that when he met.a girl who was wear
ing a beauty spot, he was utterly
unable to take his eyes off it.
The origin of the beauty spot is in
teresting. The Duchess DeMontmor-
rillon, suffering with a boil on her
cheek, resorted 10 putting a bit of
Our picnic made a lively stir.
We reached the ground,
And to our great surprise there were
A T o ants arrntnd.
Delightful were the oaks and pines
Clear iraS the spring.
No farmer threatened us with fines
For trespassing.
In peace a happy day was spent
Upon the plain;
And, to our deep astonishment,
It didn't rain.
S OUNDS fine and comfy, doesn’t it?
But it doesn’t always work out
that way. I heard of a picnic
engineered last week by that gracious
young matron, Mrs. Charles Hague
Booth, and her genial husband. The
picnic started splendidly.
They motored out in Mr. Booth's
big car to a lake somewhere the other
side of Fj^j'ettevMle. The pienio party
| disembarked and the task of finding
a spot on which to spread the lunch-
! eon cloth began.
The men of the party selected one
• “spot” and proceeded to camp there.
who sits beside me that a certain
clever woman, who “writes for the
magazines,” is really Polly Peachtree.
I smile again when I hear that a
well-known man of the social world,
identified with newspaper circles in
the years past, is responsible for Pol
ly’s nonsense. And a greater joke still
is the report that a womati who has
demonstrated her special talent for
writing poetry and “love stories” for
twelve or fifteen years has changed
her style and mind, in topsy-turvy
fashion, to produce Polly Peachtree’s
chatter.
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T hat you may know to what de
gree battled curiosity will lead, I
will relate the adventure of a
member of The Sunday American staff
who is known to be personally ac
quainted with my humble self. The
adventure occurred at a hospitable
summer home near Atlanta, presided
over by a popular young married
couple. It was while the temperature
was 'wav up near the 100 mark and
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sity from the fact that curiosity un
satisfied and fed with a knowing smile
and unrelenting eyes, soon becomes a
power. All unconscious, the newspa
per mam rushed to his doom. Some
Inspired person said:
■‘Let’s n °t tet him have anything to
drink until he tells us.”
And would you believe it? Those
erstwhile hospitable and kindly folks,
those former friendly guests, sat and
drank their iced beverage (whatever
that Is) all through the evening, while
the newspaper man, growing paler and
stuck to his duty like a mar-
deed this round of gayety has caused
Mrs. Carter to retire for a few days.
The strain of social endeavor is not
altogether confined to the lady, for
the public prints of last week carried
a story to the effect that “Me Too,”
Mrs. Carter's famous little Pekinese
dog, has also found Newport life too
strenuous, and is under the care of
a doctor and nurse.
All Newport is waiting to see the
costume which Mrs. Carter wiU wear
at the ball to be given by Mrs.-'JtuyH
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black mixture which she had been
told held great curative power. In
the morning she either forgot to wash
her face or did not use enough care,
so the tale goes, and appeared before
the world with a face spotted. Pow
dered and perfumed she received her
callers and they found the accidental
black spot charming, so much so that
before night had come they dabbed
their faces with the black ointment.
, Of course, we all know that Atlanta
Rbandon the feast and seek shelter or
brave the rain and stay their hunger.
The inner being won without a strug
gle and the party—drenched to the
skin in a moment—tore into the food.
It was mighty uncomfortable, but
S WOMAN who wears cnarmlng
gowns and is possessed of a
generous heart as well as an
admirable colored maid presented
Photo by Hirshburg and Phillips.
P‘ oto by Lenney