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ATLANTA, GA., SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1914.
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Society is fortunate this season in having so many attractive "iris figuring in its activities. Below, on the left, is Miss 11«■ 1
debutante, who is entertained extensively. She has frequently been tht
returned from a very exciting trip abroad. In the center is Miss Louist
large functions. On the right is
en Barnes, of Macon, a popular
guest of Mrs. .John Marshall Slaton, Miss Northen and Miss Jennie D. Harris. She has just
Jones, who, although she does not count herself among the debutantes, is seen at all the
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O NCE more I have been called
upon to cure the woes of the
human race, and this time it is
one of our very most popular beaus
who does the calling. He has written
«. 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
*mrn by some of the men ” of
course, he starts by putting it all off
on me. That's just like a man. Sup
pose I did mention the ■ n old age
attained by some of i.. evening
clothes displayed at the dinner-
flances, 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 eats 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
opposed to spotted gray as a color for
evening, clothes is increasing
•«’ery dance.”
I have a horribly guilty feeling that
maybe it is some of my own powder
that is helping to spoil that drees
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, T 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 would be rather hard
on the rest of us. There is one other
suggestion I mighi 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-
Miss Lucile, second daughter
of Mrs. Henry Kuhrt, who
made her debut several weeks
ago at a large bridge party.
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T WAS a pretty sight at the Inman
Park Chrysanthemum Show last
week, when Asa Candler and Dr.
Connally and Colonel Lowry arrived
In a body and made themselves
agreeable to everybody. The show
was at the home of Henry Porter,
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 the elders in
clude Dr. Connally and Mr. Candler
ana Colonel Lowry.
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XK of our gay young beaus who
noted for his sympathetic
heart whenever there is a pretty
trirl 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.
and after she had pathetically con
fessed that she worked from 6 in the
morning until 12 at night, the same
confession being made while she
showed off her long black lashes
against the curve of a soft pink cheek,
he appointed himself consoler In chief
of the poor little, downtrodden thing.
It was a tine 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 not going to try to
make you believe that his words were
limited to this. One morning, as he
leaned across the counter, he 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 glimpse of them, on
account of the length of the aforesaid
lashes. He was »o Interested in this
new discovery that he went back again
late in the afternoon to see if he could
get another glimpse of them. He did,
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 you want to Call
them, had been stringing him all along
about that awfully hard work from fi
to 12. He is much more careful about
giving his sympathy now. and 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.
w’hen 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
tw’o w’eeks, and they found things in
a pretty exciting condition when they
arrived. Now they are located at
Concarneau on the w'est 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
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 left Atlanta. Mr.
Burnside was told that their boat
sailed at 1 o’clock on June 28, but
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 the
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
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 wen-
on.
“How long have you known that
young man?” asked my mother’s
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 X
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. “X
don’t know what young people ere
coming to. Men had some respect for
women when I was young.”
And, although I tqld 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 I t got home
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