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A Group of Girls at Miss Cooney’s Dance
iss Dorothy Judkins, who is spending the winter with her
ind; Miss Jessie McKee, a debutante of this season;
Miss Louise Riley, the
1 beautiful young daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Robert
/Y/mimk** L- Riley; Miss Laura Lee
( *■ IHl Cooney and Mr*. R. L.
Cooney as they appeared
< at the debut dance of Miss
SSrejPp". MB ( Cooney at the Piedmont
j . iyiy Club Tuesday evening.
i u i DLL, my eyes are wide open
\\/ now, and I am really startled.
How grandly our debutantes
of this season are being launched
upon the sea of socletyl A mighty
lot of fuss and feathers.
We all thought, didn't we, that the
mit for elaborate debut parties was
reached at the Inmans' entertainment
for Margaret Grant. But, of course,
none of us dreamed of the glories that
were being arranged for the party of
the Cooneys, when Laura Lee Cooney
made her bow.
Oh, that Cooney party! I do hope
you were one of the fortunates who
were there. And I do hope you saw
rhe elaborate mlse-en-scene of rocks
Rnd running streams and their cute,
wriggly goldfish. It was a superb ar
rangement.
But what ore we coming to? I re
member talk of the far-famed debu
tante party in Washington for Mar
garet Draper, when golden butterflies
were freed to flutter through the
parlors. That WAS the limit, wasn’t
It? Yet, it was not a far cry from
the Cooney party.
That running stream! And those
poldflsh! And the gasps of admira
tion!
Of course, something had to hap
pen. After the guests had duly ad
mired the stream, word came out that
Donna Bain was dancing within the
house, and everybody crowded to see
wanted to dream some more over the
idyllic setting, but anyhow, some
body should have remained wdth him.
Some of the folks heard a commotion
outside and ran out to see him
floundering In the flowing brook,
hob-nobbing with the little fishes, and
very, very wet. He tried to explain,
but the obvious thing was that he
dreamed himself one of the goldfish,
and In he went.
But to get back to the serious beau
ties of the party. What do you think
when I tell you that the wonderful
stream was only one Incident In the
general scheme? I entered the bail-
room through a forest of pine trees.
Within the big room there were tall
columns adorned with gray mo3s.
That room was a dream chamber,
with a profusion of pink roses toning
sweetly with the • gray. The brOok
was on the porch just off the dance
hall, running between banks thick
with small ferns and tropical palms,
with red flowers and narcissi hero
and there. I was fascinated like
everyone else.
And the cabaret during dinner! No;
this Is not Aladdin’s Garden I am de
scribing, but an evening’s entertain
ment here in Atlanta. There were
Hawaiian singers and dancers, with
guitars and banjos and other tunefuj
and bright features. I verily believe
a new custom has been established
by this cabaret entertainment. As far
day, and Christmas hadn't com© yet,
and for several days I was kept in
mystery as to why she should have
sent them. Finally I learned that,
even though she was a happy mar*
rled woman, she had been up to some
mischief, and was afraid that I would
hear of it and tell yon. A young girl
friend told her she was going to teH
me about the fun and she replied, ”1
don’t care If you do. I have already
bribed her.” Bo that to the why o#
the rosea 4
her white satin gown with its drapery
of tulle and rhinestones. Nothing
could have set off her Ivory complex
ion and her Jet black hair quite so
well.
None of the debutantes seemed
more popular than she—gracious,
charming she. The Cooneys, wise
persons, have always believed in girls
waiting until they reach young lady
hood before commencing the social
life. And in consequence their daugh
ter is capable of enjoying everything.
She is not at all blase, as so many
girls are these days—however, I think
most of them affect it—and she is
proud to own that she is having a
good time in a way thats he has not
known before.
held in place with two little animals
called fitch, the newest thing In fur.
With this creation she wore .some
superb diamonds in the way of a
necklace, the central stone of which
represented a small fortune in itself.
Mrs. Brandon was so quaint In her
little (for you know how dainty a
creature she is, and that w^ord fits her
garments perfectly) cream and violet
charmeuse, the violet being intro
duced In the drapery so that it
reached her toes. Her slippers were
of the violet satin, too. I hear that
violet is the last word In color now
and royal purple is also very popular.
Speaking of royal purple, did you
M ANY of the girls In town read
what Madame Haute Monde hag
to My about styles every Sun
day, and as & result on© girl wa*
brave enough to adopt the fashion of
wearing blank gloves. Of course, she
w?»* very willing, as It keep* a girl
1*1 TON, wife of our Governor,
who is one of the most stun**
ning matrons of society, is noted for
her exquisite taste in selecting her
gowns. Her clothes are always no
ticeable for their perfect fit and in
dividual charm, no matter what the
occasion may bb. I saw her the other
evening with Mrs. Morris Brandon,
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busv constantly trying to always have
a fresh pair of whit© ones ready for
each party.
Now the young lady Is very much
put out. One evening she went to the
theater with her best beau, wearing
her black gloves They were seated
near the back of the Hex when sud
denly she felt him catch hold of her
hand. She tried to pull away, but he
held It too tightly. After pleading with
him softly, she told him that she was
afraid that someone would see. He re
plied, promptly: "No, they won't, and
you know that. Isn’t that why you
are wearing black gloves—so that I
can hold your hand without it being
visible on my coat? It's awfully
sweet of you, Gertie.” Now she has
g(?ne back to whit© coverings for her
hands, cost what they may.
things as th© frivolities of the flesh
cross his mind, and you'll have this
latest suspect. Think of
Oh, never mind, you eould never
guess. But I heard Just the other day
that somebody had picked Dr. A. T.
Spalding as Polly Peachtree. Poor
Brother Spalding, to be thus ma
ligned !
Anyhow, I am proud to say, as I am
writing this, that nobody has ever ao
much as breai^d a hint to me that I
am suspected of being Polly Peach
tree.
Peachtree a Man! A woman whom
I have every reason to regard as a
dear, dear friend of mine sailed sweet
ly up to a certain man the other day
and hailed him as Polly Peachtree.
“You are, you know you are,” she
said archly, as if that settled It.
And, oh, I heard her! Then I went
home and had an old-fashioned cry
for the sake of my feminine pride.
It was quite an exquisite grief that
came over me to know that somebody
thinks I write or talk or think like a
Man. Oh, dear
Kind friends, believe me. I am tho
most Feminine creature alive. I am
really of the old-fashioned school of
Femininity, a regular clinging vine.
I have fainted on occasions. I haven't
been converted to the slit skirt—that
is, not much of a slit.
But enough of my wall. There is a
funny side to this. The man who
my friend said was Polly is about the
only man who knows who I really am
And he wasn’t exactly flattered when
he w*as called Polly.
“To think that anybody should pic.
ture me writing or thinking this wom
an stuff!” he gTOwled.
I HARDLY know whether I am sane
or not from this run of Christmas
shopping. I set my mind to get
this for Sally, and when I come to
the counter where such articles are
sold, the pretty girl behind says to
me: “We are out of that” and “We
will have a fresh supply to-morrow.
Come back and I will love to sell you
then.” That Is the hard part of It.
You have to go back, not once, but
time and again, and you wear your
self out getting nothing. I hear a lot
of people saying that they are sim
plifying their Christmas gifts, but
somehow when the great day comes I
always feel bad when I find that
someone has sent me something much
nicer than I planned for her. That’s
the most miserable feeling in the
world.
I enjoy making personal things for
the girls, but how to please the men!
They grumble about everything. 1
heard one man the other day on the
subject of Christmas shopping. He
said he has ceased going home to
luncheon, as he is sure to find his wife
and daughters out, and when at night
fall they return from town so tired
they can hardly drag their feet into
the dining room, the only topic of
conversation is what they are buying,
O UR own Tracy L’Engle is making
quite a hit in the dramatic
world. She took the part of
Beau Brummel In the play of that
name presented recently at Wellesley
by the dramatic club. From reading
the papers I gather she made an
excellent Brummel, bringing out to
perfection the refinement, airy graces,
superb self-confidence and lordly
manners of the Beau. In fact, the
audience wept real tears at the death
of Beau Brummel, thereby showing
Tracy’s artistic and convincing qual
ity of acting. She Is a remarkable
girl and does well what she under
takes to do at all. With her natural
born talent for things pertaining to
the stage there Is no wonder that she
completely overwhelmed her hearers
on this occasion.
she would show the people here some
sights—and she did! More than they
are accustomed to seeing. However,
her slippers were exquisite with their
heels of Thinestones embedded in the
purple satin, and everything was as it
should be. What more could we ask?
A ND now that we are discussing
identity, and setting ourselves
right, guess who is another
blissfully innocent person they havs
accused of being Polly. You couldn’t
guess right in ten years.
Think of a dear, serious old gen
tleman, who probably never lets such
P INK roses! Have you ever won
dered why I so constantly speak
pf them? One person has decid
ed that it must be my favorite flower,
and mighty glad I was when up came
the loveliest box of them one day
last week. But it wasn’t my birth-
|OW, I am mad. Downright an-
time
IN gry. And at the same
there is a pang in my feminine
heart that is half sad and half re
sentful. Oh, Sister Emmeline across
the seas, condole with ine!
They have called me a Man. Polly
as I know, we have had notn.ng .me
it before.
Miss Cooney looked like a queen iu
A poor, lone friend of mine, who
V should have had some corn-
remained outside. Maybe he
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