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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 Continued on Page 4, Column 1, J 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