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Belles of the Younger Set
Miss Margaret Ward (on the left) and Miss Clifford West,
two of Atlanta’s charming young women, who have shared in
the pleasures of the summer social life at the clubs and at the
many informal affair,', at the homes of stay-at-homes this sea-
on. (Miss Ward’s photo by Leuney; Miss West’s by Hirshburg
& Phillips.)
ness, and as she was half sitting,
half lying, with closed eyes, a man
on the train brought a refreshing
drink and asked if she would have it.
Needing it sorely, she accepted, and
they engaged in conversation. She
found him to be a very interesting
and cultured man, a highly success
ful physician of a neighboring city.
When they arrived at their destina
tion—the same resort—they separated
with friendly good-byes. While at
the resort it happened that they did
not meet again, but as she boarded
the train on her return Journey the
same man also came aboard.
Naturally, she nodded, and he
promptly took a seat beside her and
asked if she had enjoyed her stay—
or something equally harmless. In
the course of a few minutes’ conver
sation she happened to remark that
her husband was making the return
trip with her. She did not announce
this fact, you understand, as a fact—
it simply came around in casual con
versation. The man immediately left
her—and did not look in her direction
again.
The more she thought of it the
more she was puzzled over his view
point of the meeting. She put the
question to me as to w'hether there
was any harm in the way she acted,
and I didn’t see any, but it appeared
that the man did-—or at \east, sup
posed that there was a probability
that the husband would.
The story only goes to prove, to
my way of thinking—that It is the
thought or purpose which underlies
any act that makes ft harmless or
harmful. Certainly on this woman’s
part there was only a natural friend
liness which made her actions harm
less. I shared her uncertainty in re
gard to his motives.
wrote the poem himself, evidently | broidered in Bulgarian colors that
feels differently about it. I cost $5 each or $60 a dozen.
Incidentally, Jack, you are a dear j
boy for sending me those pretty pen
cils. i don’t know whether to con
sider it a peace offering or not; but,
anyway. I am writing this paragraph
with the cute little silver one.
She used to walk with manly stride
As down the street she went.
A jaunty swagger was her gait,
Her air showed full content.
With graceful ease she swung along,
Each step unhampered, free.
And in her youthful health she was
A pleasant sight to see.
But now all that is changed, for she
Is bound in Fashion's thrall.
So tight her narrow skirt she now
Can scarcely walk at all.
.The men observe her mincing steps
And chuckle in their glee,
And when she steps upon a car.
Oh, my! what things they see!
\ /OU know, it’s really funny, when
V you reflect upon it—this furore
created by every new fashion
launched for women. The first thing
we know, these staid old United
States will bo taking as much inter
est in women’s styles as Paris itself.
I never before heard of men being
deeply concerned in fashions as
they have been of late. And the wise
ones should know that interest and
criticism, either favorable or the op
posite, will encourage women in their
pursuit of fashion and will serve to
increase the natural instinctive inter
est all women have for this fascinat
ing subject.
It's all very curious—this wide
spread crusade for and against the
styles. Why shouldn't women wear a
diamond anklet as they wear brace
lets? And why should a slit skirt
attract more critcism than a decol
lete gown? There is no reason ex
cept that one is new and the other
is made common by custom.
By the way, I note that the New
York women of fashion are taking up
the anklet with avidity. I read that
at a fashionable Newport affair of
last week a charming guest wore a
black lace gown with a discreet slit,
through which a magnificent diamond
anklet showed to good effect.
^ f IEJW HOLLOA! View Holloa!"
\f I believe that this is the cry
that the fox hunters use in
their excited chase over country after
the real or imaginary bushv-talled
animal. At any rate, this cry or
something like it w r ill be heard around
Atlanta this fall.
Horse racing has been dubbed the
sport of kings. Just so is fox hunt
ing and cross-country riding the sport
of the aristocrat.
Every English country gentleman
and gentlewoman is an enthusiastic
rider to hounds, and it is taken as a
mark of gentility in Merrie Englanl
Just so in ante-bellum days was this
sport the favorite with the aristocrats
of the South. Of course, the war
which devastated the great estates
put an end to it.
But the Capital City Country Club
is going to revive it this fall and
winter, and some great sport is cer
tain to be had. This revival of the
ancient sport is the natural outgrowth
of the expansion and increasing pop
ularity of the country clubs. Golf
and tennis are all very well in their
way, but they do not offer any out
let for the craving for excitement of
the horse-loving class.
Of course, I do not expect for a
moment that there will be any chases
after live foxes, but the same pleas
ure and excitement .can be gained
loves and remembers, to be worn at
swell functions in other cities.
I MUST tell you of the cleverest ar
gument I've heard advanced on
the suffrage question. It was
submitted by a pretty Atlanta debu
tante-to-be, whp, when asked if she
advocated suffrage, replied with an
emphatic negative. I think her rea
son for this attitude was wise and
most femininely intuitive.
“You know,” she said. ‘T have kins
men who are in politics and when
the women folk ask them where they
have been, they always say: 'I was
out with Jones—have to make friends
with him, you know', because I need
his influence at the next election;’ or
‘I had dinner with Smith—I need his
vote, you know.’
• “Now. ff women were allowed to
vote,” sagely said this debutante-to-
be, “what could a woman say if her
r HIS is a romance from real life,
told me by the hero himself.
Long and faithfully he had
besieged the heart of his lady fair,
but to no avail. She had come to
look upon him with an “Oh, how I
pity, but can’t help you” air, and he
had taken all of her rebuffs with a
sad, patient smile.
One evening after a few preliminary
remarks he commenced once again
on the subject nearest to his heart.
“I have told you no,” she said, “a
thousand times, and I mean no.”
“Not quite a thousand,” he ven
tured.
“Well, nearly that many, and I'll
tell you a little more to-night.
There’s just one wat to w’in me, and
no one knows that but myself. At
least you certainly don’t,” she said,
with a superior air.
“Humph!” said the cavalier. “I’ll
bet anything I do. I was aw'ake this
morning at 4 o’clock creating a story
of my past. I had it all beautifully
arranged, and I believe I would have
won, but then I thought, if I can't
win without giving a girl the chance
of thinking she is some kind of a
missionary worker, I won’t win at
all,’’ and there was an independent
gleam in his eye.
For the first time that night the
girl looked Interested in what he was
saying.
Dear Polly:
Autos map come and autos may go,
But ours has come—not yet;
Should we motor down from a Na
coochee town
We'll use someone rise's—you bet!
Thanks, Tolly dear, witth never a
care.
For writing we toured in our car
From Nacoochee's heights to Peach
tree's delights;
'Tis too good to be true, by far.
For when creditors bold, in their
thirst for gold
Read on Sunday, “Jack has a new
machine,"
They came in a crowd; their demands
were loud.
On Monday they threatened and were
mean.
We plead on our knees, Polly correct
this please.
Thus make our life once more gay.
Tell 'em we have no car—too poor by
far—
Or, really, there'll be the dickens to
pay.
I SN’T it terrible the w r ay I have of
getting peon 1 - into trouble. After
reading the above weepful plea, I
felt that I must make the amende
honorable. So here goes.
I really did not have any inten
tion of causing trouble when I wrote
a paragraph about Mr. and Mrs. Jack
Lewis motoring home to Atlanta from
Nacoochee Valley. But Mr. Lewis,
who in his letter assures me that he
I HEAR that a certain distinguished
professional man, a bachelor, has
been gathering together some
very nifty articles for personal adorn
ment. I shall not mention his
name. Neither shall I tell whether
it was Chicago, New York, London
or Paris where the purchases were
made. But you will know him by his
$12 shirts and his handkerchiefs em-
as the country is open, with plenty
of fences to jump, in several direc
tions, toward Roswell or Norcross,
thus affording different ruhs for each
hunt. The drags will be laid near
the roads, I am informed, so that
spectators in automobiles may share
in the fun. Particular care will be
exercised to make the drags safe, so
that the younger riders may partici
pate. Samuel Slicer is to be master
of hounds. In order to increase in
terest in riding, horses will be sta
bled at the club and masters of rid
ing will be there to instruct all w'ho
wish to practice. I predict that this
move by the Capital City Country
Club will be an invaluable aid to the
pleasure and health of the members
of the club.
RIENDS of “Ted 1
Coy and his
J bride, who was beautiful Sophie
Meldrim, of Savannah, have as
sured me that “the Meldrims would
never forgive Sophie.” I do not be-
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husband told her he was out with
Mrs. Jones—because he needed her
influence in the next election, or he
was dining with Mrs. Smith—because
‘I need her vote, you know?’ Just im
agine the complications that would
arise, and think how hard it would
be to ‘keep tab’ on one’s husband or
the “horsey class” has in mind
for fall and winter pleasure. Polo is
also to have a big place in the cal
endar.
A fine polo field is to be prepared |
and ponies secured, and soon we will i
have some real polo players. I know j
of a number of men who are already |
excellent riders and with a little j
practice could be good players. For |
instance, Willard McBurnev, Marion |
Smith, Lamar Hill, West Terhune, F. |
She sat across the aisle from me,
We traveled in a sleeping car;
Her face was beautiful to see,
Atul she and / were going far;
She traveled all alone, and I
Was also traveling alone;
Somehow, I can not tell you why.
Her glances often met my own.
I offtred her a magazine.
She took it, with a winsome smile;
No princess, nay, nor any queen;
Has ever had a gentler style;
Her voice was low, and soft and
sweet.
And, oh, the depths of her darlj
eyes I
To gaze upon her was a treat.
Her every pose a glad surprise.
V ERY interesting indeed is the
news that the beautiful Duchess
of Roxburghe is the mother of
an eugenic heir. The Duchess has
many relatives scattered over the
United States. She was Mary fJoe-
let. of New York, and took a $15,-
000.000 fortune to her husband, who
*as by no means poor himself. Still,
the more money an English Duke
ft as the more he needs. For Dukes
are prodigal indeed. It was this
thought perhaps that passed through
the brain of King Edward w'hen he
heard of the engagement.
“Good for Roxburghe!” the King
was quoted as saying. "We need the
money!”
The Duchess is very generous to
her relatives and friends. She is
compelled to keep an enormous ward
robe. Her gowns are all made in
Parts. She can not wear them more
than once or twice—particularly
evening dresses—anil then they are
expressed away to those whom she
/ proudly paid /or all she ate.
Ah, what an appetite she had!
We journeyed on from State to State;
To give her pleasure made me glad
l scorned reserve, my tongue icas
loosed,
7 praised her beauty, which was
rare.
And at the end she introduced
Me to her waiting husband there.
A YOUNG married woman told me
of an incident of her trip to and
from a seaside resort this sum
mer, w r hich was slight in Itself, but
for some reason opened up a train
of reflection on her part. She said
that on the trip to the place she went
alvae, she was to meet her hus
band there, he having come down
from New York as she went up.
The morning after a night in the
Pullman she was rather “under the
weather’’ from a touch of train sick-