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IATRONS IN ATLANTA SOCIETY
Mrs. Thomas B. Paine, on the left, and Mrs.
Edwin Johnson, both of whom are members of that
large and delightful contingent known as “the young
married set.” Mrs. Paine is spending the summer
at the White Sulphur Springs, and Mrs. Johnson
has taken part in the informal social life of the season
in Atlanta. Photo of Mrs. Johnson by Lenney,
of Mrs. Paine by Koehne, of Chicago.
A NUMBER of the young girls who
are to be formally introduced
this winter have been having a
foretaste of the pleasures to come.
Margaret Grant hau had a very gay
and happy summer. She has taken
her place with the belles and beau
ties of several seasons’ standing «t
the White Sulphur Springs. One of
the largest affairs there recently was
an afternoon german given by Mr.
and Mrs. Grant for their young
daughter.
She was quite a belle at the bril
liant evening party of recent date
given by a number of men for the
popular girls at the White. That af
fair, it is said, cost each of the hosts
$500 apiece, and as there were a dozen
men in this party, you can figure out
for yourself the cost of the beautiful
favors and decorations.
Among the hosts were Tom Paine
and Doughty Manley, of Atlanta. The
former led the beautiful figures of the
cotillion, and the a-uests numbered
160. Tangoing, one-stepping and fish-
walking added to tho pleasures of the
evening.
Another debutante who has shared
in this brilliant season at the White is
Katherine Ellis, the daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Frank Ellis. She has been
one of the most admired girls pres
ent and has worn some lovely gowns.
Adgato Ellis, who is to be a feted
debutante, has not only had a pleas
ant summer, but has contributed to
the pleasure of her friends with a se
ries of house parties at Tallulah,
where her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. D.
Ellis, have a summer cottage. Since
Adgate was a little girl of 10 or 12—
and maybe lefore that, although
that’s as far back as I know—she has
been the belle of Tallulah.
She and her cousin, Virginia Lips
comb, reigned as little queens over
the social world of that place when
they were in short frocks, and I have
seen everybody st.p dancing to watch
their performance, long before the
one-step came into fashion and whin
they wore knee-length frocks and
their hair in pigtails. I hear that
Miss Ellis will entertain house parties
in the autumn a. Tallulah, though
the family has returned to Atlanta
temporarily and are at their home in
Ansley Park.
to conceal my identity, for curiosity
alone would serve to arouse interest.
(Query: Did she mean to imply that
curiosity was ALL that aroused in
terest in Polly Peachtree?)
To prove this, she told of a young
man who came to Atlanta a number
of years ago and who was introduced
into society. The first time he went
out he didn’t arouse much interest,
but the second time—he wore a dif
ferent pair of trousers. Perhaps that
didn't attract much attention—I am
not sure about how many times it
took for the trousers to catch inter-
es, but anyway, it so happened that
dinary young men. That woman’s
story gave me a “pointer.”
swept out of the theater, leaving tha
luckless swain behind.
I can’t express my disguest of such
actions as this man was guilty of.
It would serve him right if the girl
never spoke to him again.
I HEAR that a company of young
married people, with a few “sin
gle girls and boys,” had a water
carnival of their own several evenings
ago at the home of one of their num
ber out on Eleventh street or there
abouts. There was no high diving,
such as distinguished th e East Lake
carnival last Saturday, but some low’
ducking took place. One young wom
an swam through the hall to the din
ing room, her diaphanous evening
gown making a poor bathing suit.
D O you remember the story of the
girl with the red parasol and
the street car flirtation, which I
recounted several weeks ago? Well,
that story, I suppose, was responsible
for a young man’s getting into trou
ble the other day. He was on a car
with a mighty pretty girl and decided
to try the same experiment. So he
dropped his card, with phone numbei
attached, in the gir.’'s lap. Alas! she
was married, and was one of those
kind who likes her husband to know
what a good-looking and much-to-
be-desired wife he has. so she gave
him the young man’s card!
The husband did the “calling up,”
H ANDS OFF” is the invisible sign
which the near-debutantes
have hung upon the shoulders
of one young man in Atlanta. The
reason of this concerns the event
which broke up a party last week.
A charming member of this young
set—girls of seventeen or thereabouts
—gave a small dance, and among
those present was an embryo flirt,
who is learning, at so early an age
to be “all things to all men.”
Of course, the young hostess in
vited her fiance to the party, also;
and when, about an hour and a half
after festivities commenced, she
missed the flirt and her best beloved
from the assembled company she
instituted a search which revealed th e
missing couple seated in a cozy cor
ner of the porch, and using the cozy
corner as cozy corners are to be used
for gentle embraces and sweet
S T a popular resort, frequenteJ
largely by Atlantans, I am in
formed that the arrival of The
Sunday American is hailed with in
terest by not only the women, but the
men as well. One day a few weeks
ago the paper failed to get in on time,
and the next morning’s mail was be
ing opened by early risers before
breakfast. One young matron, whose
second-story window’ overlooked a
porch on the first floor, jumped out of
bed and hung over the wiadow sill to
hear one of a party of women nd
men w’ho was reading Polly Peach
tree’s “Chatter” aloud. As she be
came more inter* d, she leaned out
farther and farther to catch the read
ing, until all at once she felt herseif
slipping.
A fearful kick and scramble caused
her husband, who was indulging in a
piorning shave close by, to catch her
as she started out, saving her in the
nick of time from falling suddenly
and very much dishabille in the midst
of the group of friends who were dis
cussing (both approvingly and dis
approvingly) Polly’s chatter.
and the young man was “called
down.” However, he says, the girl
had pretty brown eyes, and they were
eyes that wouldn’t behave, too, so I
am inclined to think the husband will
have the worst of the bargain in the
long run.
proud that I am an Atlantan when I
hear my fellow-townswo nen praised
as my informant praised Mrs. Mor
row.
I WAS very much shocked to hear
of the experience a young de
butante of exceeding popularity
had at the Forsyth Theater the other
night. This young lady had an en
gagement to go to the show with one
of Atlanta’s most versatile beaus (he
is well known to all of you>. This
young man had dined well but un
wisely before he called for the girl,
hut in the cool night air his condi
tion was not noticeable.
But after they had been in the the
ater for a while the fumes of the
liquid food he had consumed began
to have their effect. Twice he left
the theater to cool off and w’hen he
came back the last time he thought
that he had conquered. But his head
began to swim again and as they were
sitting right down in front, his con
dition soon became apparent to ev
ery one in the neighborhood.
The girl w r as very angry, of course,
but she tried to make the best of
it. Finally, however, the young man’s
actions became so bad that she could
endure no more. With a 'ook of dis
gust she arose from her seat and
"T" HE attraction of the camping
I party at Silver Lake of which
I told you last week, continues
to hold the company of young folks.
Indeed I hear that the return of one
of the young men’s sweethearts from
a visit in Chattanooga failed to bring
him back to town—that is, for rar-
anent residence, though I belisve,
he makes the trip to and from Silver
Lake every evening Just to sit on her
front porch till bedtime.
thing must hav e been pretty rough on
the host and hostess of the residence
in which the “rough housing” took
place, but they are young and Jolly
themselves, so I suppose they took it
all in good part.
every time he went anywhere the
man wore a different pair of trou
sers. People took to counting those
trousers—and looking for them, and
their wearer became the most inter
esting man in town. Everybody be
came excited over the variety and
number of his trousers; folks invited
him to their homes, to see if he w’ould
w’ear another new pair—and so the
thing w’ent on.
The young man, apparently in abso
lute ignorance of the excitement,
thought his personal popularity was
something to b e proud of. One day,
though, in casual conversation, he un
fortunately mentioned the number of
pairs of trousers he had. And imme
diately everybody lost Interest in him.
And he dropped out of sight, along
with the rest of the population of or-
I HEAR that Mrs. James Morrow is
by far the most stunning figure at
Wrightsville Beach right now'.
This magnificent Atlanta matron, «.f
course, never is back of the first row
when the judging of splendid woman
hood is in question. And s « if she is
dominating the smart set at Wright s-
vilie it is by the force of her own
charming personality.
Mrs. M -rrow, I am told, is the ad
mired center of all eyes on the beacn.
She wears a beautiful bathing suit of
royai purple trimmed with white, and
it sets off her beauty to fine advan
tage.
Mrs. Morrow is a g*eat 'over of out
door sports. She excels not only on
the beach, but as a ho-sewomaa as
well. A horse show without Mrs.
Morrow would be like a cockiail with
out a cherry. It ceuaia^y mikes me
C ATCH phrases must be carefully
used, 1 find. Being familiar wita
such advertising lines as "We
sell lots” which real estate firms use
to catch the eye of the possible cus
tomer. I unconsciously imbibed one
of them—“Ask Mr. Babbage.” All of
you have seen it again and again.
Here’s how it happened that I got
an “innocent bystander” in trouble.
In my usual frivolous manner I prat
tled last week of a little tale concern
ing two young men well known In the
social world. They are in the happy-
go-lucky younger set. After telling
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drenching chiffons and shadow laces,
white satin slippers were paddling
through muddy streams, and—the
neighbors were’ awake!
Later on, the young vomen guests,
1 understand, rifled the dainty ward
robe of their hostess, n order to get
dry things to wear hone. The whole
S PEAKING of myself, I am re
minded of the remark made by
a lady in my hearing the other
day. A group of women were dis
cussing my identity, which still re
mains a matter of moment to many,
It appears. She said that I was wise