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Sofietv is fortunate this season in having so many attractive girls figuring in its activities. Below, on the left, is 1'
debutante, who is entertained extensively. She lias frequently been the guest of Mrs. John Marshall Slaton, Miss Northe
returned from a very exciting trip abroad. 'In the center is Miss Louise Jones, who, although she does not count herself
large functions, On the right is
Miss Lueile, second daughter ( - ^ —
of Mrs. Henry Kuhrt, who ; f
made her dehut several weeks ,t/ ^
ago ut a large bridge party. <0t' '"**
opposed to spotted pray as a color for
evening clothes is increasing with
every dance.”
I have a horribly guilty feeling that
maybe it is some of my own powder
that i9 helping to spoil that dress
suit, except that I don’t think there
is anything about me that even re
motely resembles a New England
conscience. Do you suppose he ex
pects us to give up powdering? We
might just as well suggest that he
give up dancing, and if you knew who
he is, I know you would agree with
me that that would be a calamity
from every point of view. There re
main only two alternatives that I can
see—either he can go back to the old
dress suit for dances and save the
new one for weddings and other oc
casions where there will not be any
dancing, or he can marry one of the
worst offenders and let her do the
necessary brushing for him. Rather
neat idea, don’t you think? Though I
confess that it w’ould be rather hard
on the rest of 11s. There is one other
suggestion I might make—but, on
second thought, I won’t. Those dread
ful second thoughts spoil some aw
fully good ideas. As a killjoy they
are almost as bad as the much-men-
O NCE more I have been called
upon to cure the woes of the
human race, and this time it is
cne of our very most popular beaus
who does the calling. He has written
a most pitiful letter that would bring
tears to the eyes of almost anyone,
registering a protest—but here is the
letter:
“Dear Polly—Some time ago you
railed the attention of the girls to the
indent and honorable dress suits
worn by some of the men ” of
course, he starts by putting it all off
an me. That’s just like a man. Sup
pose I did mention the 1 °n old age
attained by some of ?.,. evening
clothes displayed at the dinner-
lances, what then? Just that he was
so much affected by the criticism
that he has purchased some new
ones, and that in these troublous
times of war! It is a sign of un
dreamed of prosperity. But he con
tinues:
“Being a society man, naturally I
am impecunious, and a new dress suit
is an event, hence this protest to you.
Is it absolutely necessary for a girl to
cover her arms completely with a
brand of powder which oats in like a
New England conscience?”
I don’t know much about a New
England conscience, but I confess
that it sounds horrible. And then:
“Said dress suit is now a light gray
in spots, my clothes brush is a wreck,
and my partiality to solid green as
where we should feel uneasy about
them all the time.
I T WAS a pretty sight at the Inman
Park Chrysanthemum Show last
week, when Asa Candler and DrJ
Connally and Colonel Lowry arrived
in a body and made themselves
agreeable to everybody. The show
was at the home of Henry Poster,
and the mums were the finest I ever
saw—like huge plates of cold slaw,
you might say, only that doesn’t look
very happily descriptive, now I’ve
got it down.
But the Three Musketeers—ah, now,
the young sprouts are all very well,
but for true gallantry and agreeable
ness they will have to take a wall
flower’s place when their elders are
about; at least when "She elders in
clude Dr. Connally and Mr. Candler
and Colonel Lowry.
I WAS talking to a friend of my
mother at the Driving Club the.
other afternoon, when a man I
know passed by.
"Hello, Polly,” he said as he went
on.
"How long have you known that
young man?” asked my mothers
friend.
"Oh, I don’t know,” I answered;
"about two weeks, I think.”
"And he calls you Polly!” gasped
my mother's friend. “Why, my dear,
when I was your age if a young man
had called me by my first name L
would have expected him to follow it
by a proposal. Otherwise, it would
have been almost Insulting.”
"Even If you knew him awfully
well” I Inquired, incredulously.
“We never knew them well enough
for that,” she replied, severely. "I
don’t know what young people are
coming to. Men had some respect for
women when I was young.”
And, although I told # her that they
still have, only they show it different
ly now, she wouldn’t believe a word
I said, and she left me feeling down
right depraved. So when 1 got home
when he and Mrs. Burnside went
down to the dock about 10 o’clock
in the morning to go aboard they
found that 1 o’clock in the morning
had been meant, and that the liner
had sailed without them. That de
layed their getting back to Paris about
two weeks, and they found things in
a pretty exciting condition when they
arrived. Now they are located at
Concarneau on the west coast of
France, where quite a colony of
American artists has gathered, and
they expect to remain there through
the winter. Mrs. Burnside is in charge
of the commissariat at this point, and
distributes food three times a day to
the French children of the village.
Meanwhile Mr. Burnside and a num
ber of the other artists are helping
the women and the old men in tHfe
fields. They ought to get the inspira
tion for a lot of masterpieces from
these scenes that are now a part ol
their daily lives. It is good to know
that they have not stayed in Paris,
where there Is so much danger and
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and they were really the; biggest,
brownest eyes he ever saw- -just there
he remembered that they had been
blue that morning, and then the truth
came out. They were twins, and she
or they, or whatever yo(i want to call
them, had been stringing hirn all along
about that awfully hard work from 6
to 12. He Is much more ckreful about
giving his sympathy how, ami I think
he is temporarily out with both brown
and blue eyes. Gray probably will be
his favorite color for quite two weeks
to come.
and after she had pathetically von
fessed that she worked from in the
morning until 12 at night, the same
confession beifvg made while she
showed off her long black lashes
against the curve of a soft pink cheek,
he appointed himself consider in chief
of the poor little downtrodden thing
It was a fine job, and he made the
most of it. He went in three or four
times a day to impart a few' words
of sympathy and encouragement to
her. but I am riot going to try to
make you believe that his words were
limited to this. One morning, as he
leaned across the counter, tie noticed
what very lovely big blue eyes she
had. He had never seen anything
quite so blue , in all his life, and he
•Very seldom got a glirripse of them, on
account of the length of the aforesaid
lashes. He wgs so Interested in this
new discovery that hfe’Went back again
late In the afternoon to see if he could
get another glimpse of them. He did.
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tioned New England conscience, but
not quite.
C OMES now a most Interesting
tale of the adventures of our
good friends, the Cameron Burn
sides, of Paris, who spent the spring
and part of the summer with Mrs.
Burnside’s mother, Mrs. Virginius
Hitt. Their adventures started almost
as soon as they lett Atlanta. Mr.
iBurnside was told that their boat
sailed at 1 o’clock on June 28, but
O NE of our gay young beaus who
is noted for his sympathetic
heart whenever there is a pretty
girl in the case became very much
exercised not long ago over the sad
case of a girl who worked at the cash
register of a certain prominent drug
store. She was such a very pretty
girl that almost anybody would have
been glad to sympathize with her,