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HEA . 01‘CXOtl 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- Continued on Page 4, Column 1 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-