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fn New York, nor Ix it as graceful
a% it might be.
But it's lots of fun.
And everybody certainly likes the
Jazz music—that is everybody who
belongs 10 the jazz set!
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Reflected Glory—
Or' course all of you remember
a popular little visiior here
three years ago--or something
Hike that—who came up from Miami
and gave us the origin and defy
nition of the name of her native
eity.
Don't you remember 7 —and
danced so effectively with Gene
HMaynes -before he had married
and settled down,
Surely you remember
*“Her name? —oh yes, her name
was Bess Burdine-—a sufficiently
gnusval name in itself to leave an
mpression.
Weil. now that you recall pretty
Bess Burdine, Atlanta visitor fresh
from an Eastern school and stand
thg with un-reluctant sect, where
the brook and river meet--etc, ete
-1 will tell you that she is a mar
ried woman and has long since de
serted Miami except for the gay
season. Bhe lives in Washington
D. C.. and has been married for
quite a while.
Her nime?—well now, yvou're g
ting at the story-—her na)n(- is Mrs.
A. C. Read Does that sound fa
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and the men are crazy about it
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Waving Machine
Miss (Mayton was in New York
all last ‘week ‘attending the Na
tional Beauty Sbop Show, where
there were demonstrated Rll the
very lapest mod.‘ahn of ' all the
waving 'machines made-and
she bought
The Nestle, 18 Heaters
—the highest priced and best ma
chine made, Miss Clayton took
full instructions and will person
ally operate this machine.
We are now booking engage
mentg and have already a walt
ing list So please phone Main
201, write or call for engagements
early.
Full informatign furnished upon
request, ‘
The S. A. Clayton Co.
HAIR DRESSING STORE.
I'he Largest Hair Dealers in Dixie.
18 East Hunter St., Atlanta, Ga.
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Brown Kid
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Black Dull
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Cash Mail Orders
“Seems like I've heard the name
some where before”
You silly little goose, of course
you have Bess Burdine's hus
' band has been figuring on the front
| page of the big newspapers for a
1 week—and you didn't know it!
He I 8 no less’' a personage, my
dear, than the famous Commander
A. C. Read, of the NC-4, that
dauntless air-boat which is making
history and big news.
The NC-4 has not heen wrecked
at the time of this writing, and
probably will do more before “ghe"”
{8 through.
Now all of you who were not
specially Interested In history-mak
ing achievements can get some in
terest out of the ocean-crossing
sea-plane NC-4, commanded by
“Bess Burdine's husband!”
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‘The Harriet Calhoun Rose—
' THE other day when Mr. and
| Mrs. Stuart Witham celebrat
\ ed their fifth wedding anniver
| wary, the floral centerpiece for the
. table was a great basket of ex
quisite pink Rambler roses,
Nothing unusual in this, at the
time of the year—but hehind the
statement fs a charming little
story which I was fortunate enough
to hear.
(On the night of the brilliant
wedding of Harriet Calhoun and
Stuart Witham, the Calhoun resi
dence was a bower of pink Ramb
ler roses, When leaving the recep
tion, a guest of the occasion took
a small branch of the flowers as a
souvenir. Being one of the kind
who can plant an umbrella and have
it come up and blogssom-—as a
friend of Mrs. Sisson so describes
her talent for ‘“raising” flowers—
she stuck this spray of blossoms in
wiater,
Soon tiny roots like white threads
were seen, and today the “Harriet
Calhoun rose” is a tall vine with
thousand= of pink flowers in Mrs,
Qisson’'s lower garden and the bas
ket on the anniversary table of
conrse eame from the “Harriet Cal
houn” rose-tree,
s ee iy
Carden of Sentiment—
IN this beautiful garden, whigh
i ig in the rear of the Sisson home
© ' on Kleventh street, there are,
imany plants with a personal his
tory. Mrs. Sisson has used her
gift of growing flowers, to make
| her, garden a place for sentiment
‘ux well as beauty She will point
‘out a wonderful Red Rambler rose’
{which is “Alline, No. One” and
(sprang from a spray of flowers in,
‘o basket sent to Mrs. Sisson, some’
eighteen years ago by the honor
fiueflt o{ a lunc,‘hmn she gave that
cday. “
' ‘»m..uu day of “the big fire"
in Jacksonville, xmthru. Hdward
Barnes, the guest of honor, lost her
h({in”ib'me fire which probably
wg Atlanta’s gain, for the Barnes
- fawmily returned here after that and
have lived here since,
; Another red rose is the “Alline No,
Two,” for Mrs. Barnes, and was a
gift sent to the chatelaine of the
Eleventh street resident on the day
she moved into her new home.
There i 8 a lovely pale pink rose
called the *“Nell” rose for one of
Mrs. Sisson’s dearest friends, whose
dainty coloring and graceful charm
reminds one of this pink rose.
Mrs. Elkin, for whom the “Nell”
roge was named, brought the flow
er from her old Kentucky home,
and she was also responsible, by
the way, for one of the most ex
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quisite flowers in the Sisson gar
dens. This Is a flag lily of such
unusunl and artistic colors that it
looks more like an orchid, The lady
Burbank of the My explains that
she had a purple lily-bed and Mrs,
Bikin brought her a yellow iy
from Kentucky, The two kinds of
blossoms. in the friendly way that
some plants have, decided to com
bine their efforts and so produced
the wonderful blossom which at
tracte o much interest wherever
it is seen.
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A French Fad— .
011. my dears, let me tell vou of
the Elghty-second officer who
hag come home with a silver dangle
bracelet on his arm, .
No, I refuse to divulge his name
to those of you who do not know it,
‘ If he wants you to learn his name,
et him tell 1t! | shall stand by the
Elghty -second to the last ditch.
A man may be down, but he is
never out, and while that silver
dangle bracelet has a lock and the
key is in the possession of a ¥rench
girl, there may be some way to get
rid of it.
Is not Harry Houdini somewhere
in the hall this evening?
On the dangle bracelet worn by
the Atlanta officer | am told there
are various emblematic trinkets, a
silver fob with A. E. F, on it--you
know what that means: a fleur de
lis—you know what that means and
#. white elephant—l know what
THAT means!
The young officer, I am told,
walked down Peachtree wearing the
dangle bracelet on his wrist, and
was not harmed,
Of course, the A, A. on his sleeve
- protected him. And ‘hen, too, in
this day of strange symbols and
honers, one would not be sure the
silver bracelet was not the Order
of the Garter or something sig
nifying success in war instead of in
love,
Wwei, let it pass—on to some At
lanta girl who will treasure it as a
souvenir of her victory over La
belle Parisienne!
: JOOOO
Peachtree’s History—
I AM very glad to have a real ex
planation of why owr famous
streel was so named, offered by one
of Atlanta’s prominent business
men, ar adopted Aflantan, of miny
years' standing who shows in his
lettér to “Poliy” that he s very fond
of our beautiful Peachtree street.
1 feel flattered not only that my
little “story” on the subject was
read by a prominent business man
of the city—who says only the de
butantes enjoy “Polly?’—~butl that
he should take the trouble to send
the Information we all. want and
which 1 will present 'in his own
words:
1 notk‘e&rom your column in
Sunday’s paper that you were al:t a
little loss for the history of PISACH -
TREE STREET,
3 vmcl here about twenty years
ARO, ng time before 1 moved
here, and I asked the same ques
tion, -
“l was told that the Indians came
down the Chattahoochee River in
their canoes and paddled up a creek
to a road at which point was a
large pine tree that exuded turpen
tine, and that with this they
‘pitched’ the seams of their canoes
to make them water tlght, and that
they named the creek PITCHTREE
CREEK, and that they also named
the rond where the pine tree stood
PITCHTREE ROAD.
“k was advised that for a number
of years bosh Peachtree Creek and
Peachtree Road was . known as
‘Pitehtree,” the name the Indians
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had given It, and that the street
here In town was also known as
PITCHTREY. for the same reason,
but was later changed by the At
lanta people
“It weems too bad that we could
not have kept the old name which
really does have a history,
' “Very truly vours.”
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After July 17—
A VISITOR here the other day
| enlarging on the attractive
ness of her flance to a group of
debutantes, including her hostess.
She told of his good-looking eyes
and his handsome mouth and his
charming ‘“expression” and his
grand “form” and size and his won
derful disposition, and then she
mentioned his uniform.
“Oh, he's In the service, is he?”
one deb asked to know.
“Indeed, he 15—-and his uniform
18 the best-looking one | sver saw-—
50 becoming and so—
“ What is he—an aviator?’ broke
in a girl who knowg a good-look
ing uniform when she sees it, and
was pretty sure the man under dis
cussion was not in the marines,
“N 0. replied the visitor, “he's
not an aviator--he's a tank."
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Her First Prize—
WHI'ZI\' the “Extra” came out
late Friday evening and the
newsboys began calling up and
down Peachtree, out by Ponce De-
Leon avenie, there was one charm- |
ing, dignified weman whose appre
hension was aroused thereby. |
Oh, not 80 much apprehkension at |
that, for she knew she had not com
mitted a murder or been run over
by an automobile, so the “Extra”
could not be very sensational if it
concerned her,
But a half dozen of her friends,
who had shared the pleasures of a
bridge party with her early in the
afternoon of the same day, were sol- |
emnly assuring her that the extras
carried a story of her exploit during
said puarty—and she couldn't be
quite sure they were joking. |
You see, the exploit WAS ex
traordinary—for this certain ap
prehensive lady. She has many
a.eoorrl;)lishmmxts' and fine quali
tie.,, and had acliieved any number ‘
of graceful triumphs in her life of
social success—but she was not an |
expert card player and never before }
had she won a prize at a bridge
tea. ‘
And a FIRST prize, too. |
The knowledge of her unusual |
feat and the presentation of the
dainty carved leather card case was |
s 0 impressive to Mrs. Phinizy and
loomed so large on the horizon of
the extraordinary that she was al- |
most convinced that Mr, Byrley, the |
laughing hosetss of the party, and ]
Miss Rood, the honor guest, really |
were not teasing when they told |
her the “extra” carried the story
of her unusual exploit.
“Well, there have been extras got
ten out for less interesting stories,”
said Mrs. Phinizy.
And we agree with her! |
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Love and War—
A CERTAIN popular young army
man, who recently made his ‘
appearance at social affairs, after ‘
suffering a tempoary eclipse, should |
really not be blamed for that A. W.
'O, L. escapade. He was a_victim of
love and of the forgetfulness of a
“cullud pusson,;” also, the combina
tion proving fatal to his determina
tion of getting back to camp on
time. The gallant young lieutenant
had fallen in love with a dark-eyed
Dixie maid, and when he was in-.
vited to a house party somewhere
in Middle Georgia, or South Geor
gia, or North Georgia, to which Miss
Dixie was also invited, he went, of
course. But he did not forget to.
make arrangements with the negro
butler to sound the reveille in
plenty of . time for him to catch his
train back to the city on the day |
his leave was up. But the negro |
butler, not having -been a military
man and not haying served as such,
did not realize the importance of a 1
minute, and when he did finally call
the Jieutenant the train had just |
left, and the next thing on the pro- |
gram was a charge of A, W, O, L.—
and the temporary absence of the
gallant young lieutenant at the
social affairs of the debutante con
tingent. But a little bird (one of
Miss Dixie’'s chums) tells me that
this dark-eyed young person used
her wiles to approach the colonel's
sympathetic heart, and, laying the
case before him with pathetic feel
ing, got the lieutenant's sentence
suspended just in time for the next
date he had with her.
All's fair in love and war, so you
must not blame the debutante for
unduly influencing the colonel,
and-— |
All's well that ends well—if this
~really is the end, which 1 have cause
to doubt.
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Another War Romance— |
TE!E engagement announced to
: day of Janet Stirling to Lieu
tenant Davison will be of much in- ‘
terest to Janet's friends here, who, |
by the way, haven't seen much of |
her these past few vears. All of ‘
the stirling girls dant to “do
something” in life——and they man
age it, too. There's Janet's little
Sister, Alexa, who . has attained |
nation-wide fame and honor as a
golfer; and the littlest sister—or,
rather, the yvoungest, for the golf
champion is the littlest of the fam
ily—Nora, is studying English liter-.
ature at Colhimbia College, and
esthetic dancing and other things.
Janet has been doing war work,
for, also like the rest of the Stir
lings, she is vgn patriotic and
proud of her otch ancestry as
well as her American citizenship.
It was while engaged in reconstruc
tion work at Camp Dodge Janet met
her future husband, who is a mem
ber of the Second Infantry and a
“regular’ army man. Lieutenant
Davison is originally from Pitts
burg. He was stationed in Hono
lulu during the war, and has just
- gotten his hopes up with an order to
- embark for the States and later
for France (or so he had *calcu
| lated”), when the armistice was
| signed. Although he thought the
‘ Fates unkind to deny him a trip to
France with the rest of the boys,
Lieutenant Davison may now decide
that the Fates knew what they were
doing in sending him to Camp
- Dodge, lowa, where there was a cer
r'min slim young auburn-haired
Scotch-American lassie, busy with
her war work in neighborly prox
imity to the officers’ guarters in the
lowa city. One never Knows one's
luek.
The wedding of Mise Stirling and
~ Lieutenant Davison will take place l
l in the early summer, :
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VERYWHERE I've been this
E week I've been hearing about
the “sweet girl graduate” and
watching her buy the commence
ment frock that simply can’t be
lovely enough to suit her taste. It
gave me a queer little thought.
What of our handsome younhg boy
graduate? What of his clothes?
Isn’t this just as important a time
with the lads as it is with the las
sies? '~ Naturally a boy thinks it's
as necessary for him to “doll up”
on his graduation day as it is for
his sister, and I wondered if the
mothers were neglecting this matter
of the boys' attire. The question
was answered, however, Friday
when [ stepped into The Boys'
Shop (6 Whitehall) and found some
dozen youths (from 16 to 20 years)
old) eagerly purchasing their
“graduation togs.” Evidently they
were finding just what they wanted
at The Boys' Shop, for Mr. Fox has
provided for just this occasion and
has assembled the handsomest
suits a youth could want, and odd
trousers, pretty shirts, Panamas
and etraws, canes and last, though
not least, the very niftiest ties that
a young “sport” could desire. For
a boy is as particular about his tie
as about the crease in his first long
pants,
I left The Boys’ Shop perfectly
satisfied that our boys are not being
neglected, and convinced that if
what I saw at The Boys’ Shop is a
sample of what the boys are going
to wear, the girls had best look to
their laurels on commencement
night or the “sweet boy grads”
will go them one better in the mat
ter of dress,
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The dainty organdie and crepe de
chine frocks the shops are showing
were specially designed to adorn
the “sweet girl graduate.”
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A LITTLE friend who gradu
ated this week leaves Mon
day for a lengthy summer
vacation and I accompanied her
vesterday on a shopping tour for
the little odds and ends one leaves
until the last moment. “Now, these
things " she said looking at her list,
are absolutely’ necessary to my
summer’'s pleasure, but T can get
L AST Monday I was hot and
tired, my brain wouldn't work
and I was in such an idle mood
thdt at lunch time I decidéd to call
it a day and run off to a movie,
Often a good picture rests me more
than anything else-—but I never like
to go alone. So at 2 o’clock I ran
over to a little neighbor, who is al
ways excellent company, to ask her
to visit the movies with me. I
rang the bell, then opened the door
and called. No answer, but the odor
of burning bread led me straight to
the kitchen, where I found my
frend with sleeves rolled up, look
ing hot enough to pose for a picture
of heat personified.
“Why, Marion, = aren’t you hot
enough withoyt trying to burn up
everything?” 1 laughed. ;
“Now, George, this is no joking
matter. You see, 'it’s our regular
baking day; the cook's sick and 1
don’'t know a thing about baking
bread.”
“Then,“why bake?"”
“Because Frank insists that all
the bread he eats must be made at
lome, else it might not be exactly
like thiat his mother used to bake,”
was Marion's sarcastic answer.
“The antiguated article! I thought
Frank, .of all people, belonged to
.the progressive party when it came
to being modern and up to date. It's
perfectly absurd for YOU to bhe
~ hothered with baking days when
the best bakery in the South is
right here in° Atlanta; turning out
daily fresh, sweet bread, far better
than you or I or the cook can ever
make. Butter-Nut bread simply
can’'t be improved upon.”
“I know, but Frank says he's afraid
these bakeries are not all they
might be, and he’s a crank on
sanitation. I like Butter-Nut bread
better than any kind I've ever eaten,
and I'm sure Frank would like it
i’ he'd try it. But he’s very un
reasonable about this cooking prop
osition.”
“So, Frank’s from Missouri as
well as Georgia, eh? Well, if you'll
leave it to me, Marion. I'll guaran
tee to ‘SHOW’ Frank and eliminate
vour baking days forevermore.”
“I'll leave it to yvou gladly, George,
for 1 absolutely loathe to bake.”
So I got Frank on the wire and
started fmy scheme, while Marion
listened in suspense and curiosity.
“Frank, this is Georgiana. Busy
much?”
“Not much. Why?"
“I've got to go after a story this
afternoon and I want you and
Marion to go with me. Can you go?”
“Yes, I'll be glad to. Where do
we go—when and how?”
“Never mind where. Call Marion,
make the arrangements and meet
me in an hour at Five Points.”
“Good enough.”
As I hung up the receiver Marion
and I had a hearty laugh at the
way we were going to show Frank.
Promptly on the minute the three
of us met at Five Points. and as
wc¢ boarded a Whitehall street car
Frank asked: “Where do we go frém
here, George?”
“You'll find out soon enough,” I
answered; and even when we left
the car where Lee and Gordon meet
¢nd walked down two blocks to
QClenn and Murphy. Frank didn’t
suspect that we were going to visit
the New South Bakery, the splen
did plant operated by the Amer
ican Bakeries Company.
THE NEW SOUTH BAKERY.
As we entered the large. inviting
looking briek buildine (which cov
ers nearly a block, by the way) the
Georgiana Goes Shopping
them every one at the same place.”
“What are they?” “A kodak and
many rolls of films—for no vaca
tion's complete without a camera
to take cute pictures, An Ever
sharp pencil—being more expen
sive than the usual kind you're less
liable to lose or lend it; a fountain
pen for Dad and an Ingersoll or a
radiolite watch for the boys. I'll
get them every one at the A, K.
Hawkes Company (14 Whitehall),
for they carry only the best grades
of everything and I'm sure if 1 get
them there everything will be all
right and exactly what I want and
need.”
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Vacation days follow close on the
heels of commencement, in the
minds of the young folks at least.
. . .
T WO women sitting behind me
on the car Wednesday morn
ing were discussing their
summer vacation. “Where are you
going and have you bought your
summer clothes yet?’ asked one.
“I'm going to Washington, D. C,
but the tickets are twice what they
used to be, and the suits are so
expensive that I don’'t know what
to do.” 1 could hardly resist turn
ing around and telling her that.if
she would just go down to the Ar
cade Ready-to-Wear Store she
could get the handsomest suit she
could wish at-—well, at practically
cost. Beautiful suits in man’'s wear
serge, tricotine, Poiret twill or silk,
for a song almost. But it’s no econ
omy carrying over merchandise
from one season to another, you
know, so this exclusive shop will
give their customers the benefit of
the sacrifice. They have lovely
dresses of Georgette and silk that
have justarrived that they sell most
reasonably, too, and some Georgette
waists for $5.00. Any one can be
suitably gowned for any occasion
at reasonable cost if they just know
where to buy.
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A good-looking tailored suit is in
dispensable if ome intends a sum
mer trip, and the bargaing the
stores are now offering are worth
considering.
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WHEN I was in the Walk-Over
Shoe Store Friday I was
much interested in the conversation
of two young girls who were evi
dently buying the same thing I was
~—white shoes. I learned from their
conversation that both would grad
uate next week and they were in
vesting in slippers for the occasion.
My kid sister graduates, too, Xt
week, and I was studying the r:flf—
ferent kinds of slippers with a view
to getting her a pair. “There are
two days when a girl must dress in
white—al® white,” said one girl:
“dress, slippers and everything.”
“Of course,” said the other. “When
one marries and when“one gradu
ates. But ALWAYS the graduation
dress and shoes must he white
“Well, these white kid slippers are
the very.thing we are selling to the
young girl graduates,” explained the
courteous salesman. “They are
Where One Man [earned His A B (s
delicious odor of new-baked bread
greeted us, and out of the corner of
my eye | saw IFrank sniffing hungri
ly. In the office, wher. eveyone
seemed busy as bees, we met Mr.
Montague, the courteous manager of
the New South Bakery, and 1 ex
plained the situation. “Mr. Mon
tague, will you show us through
your plant? Mr. Rogers (secretary
for -the American Bakeries Com
pany) gave me carte blanche on the
factory, and my friends are dving
t¢ see it, too.”
“I'll be delighted, Miss Georgiana.
Ceme right on.”
Here Frank facetiously interrupt
ed: “This isn't fair, George, You
skould have phoned Mr. Montague
s 0 he could have everything in ship
chape order.”
“Our plant is ALWAYS in ship
shape order, and always ready for
ingpection by the publie, Uncle Sam
or anyone else. We are proud of
the New South Bakery, and are glad
to show people through at any time.
Shall we start at the basement or
the top, Miss Georgiana?”
“The Dbasement first, by all
means,” said Frank. “Let’s save the
best till last.”
Whereat our host only smiled, for
he knew we would soon discover
that the basement of this modern
plant is quite in keeping with the
rest of the plant, and is, as spick
and-span as milady’s parlor. The
basement is a roomy affair, di
vided into several spacious apart
mients, the first we visited being the
bath, where each morning every
man employed in the plant takes
his “shower” before donning the
snowy white uniform provided by
the management. I could see Frank
was impressed by this shower idea,
for it convinced him that perfect
personal cleanliness is a requisite of
everyone concerned in the making
of these delicious cakes and bread.
In another part of the basement
we found the huge furnace that
heats the mammoth ovens, and the
great exhaust fan that cools and
pur}fies the atmosphere, so that it is
not” unccmfortable for the em
ployees. A third room we visited,
where the carloads of flour are first
distributed, coming right from the
trains to the basement, all wrapped
and carefully protected from the
dust and gmoke by lavers of thick
brown paper.
“Let’'s follow the flour, and I'll
show you just how our bread is
made,” said our host, and we fol
lowed him to the third floor. “Here
yeu see the flour without the
wrappings,” he said, as we entered
a large room where there were
millions of sacks of snowy flour,
wkich, he explained, are moved
about daily to keep the flour fresh
and cool.
“Is all this flour just one kind?”
T asked.
“No, we use both winter and
spring flour in order to get the
very best blend that can possibly
be obtained. This makes the bread
richer, sweeter and more nutri
tious.”
Just outside the flour room we
saw the huge “blender.,” in which
these flours are mixed and pre
pared. Next the refrigerator, where
the yveast is kept cool.: then the
stock room, where the suear, malt,
raisins and other ingredients are
kept.
“The sugar’'s for the cakes, of
ec¢urse,” Frank said.
“We use sugar in- th» bread,
too, as well as salt. We also use
beth malt and milk in order to make
the bread really a veritable staff of
life.”
lovely, too, and quite the prettiest
I've seen. Oh, ves: we've heen look -
ing around, you know, for a gradua
tion' costume can't be selected in a
minute,” “Yes, and I like this
plain, elegant-looking kid, with the
French heel; don't you, Bess? Jx
actly what I want.” “How much are
they? A fortune, | suppose, for
shoes are rather high these days.”
“Phese are only sß—and you have
no luxury tax to pay., We have all
other kinds of white shoes, too"
And he showed them lovely white
kid colonials, with buckles, neat
white canvas with the military heel,
and, in fact, every kind of white
shoe that one could wish. But
the girls were strong for the plain
white kids (the regulation thing,
you know), and as one remarked,
“They've beautiful buckles, too, and
it we want to put them on after
ward we'll get some buckles here.”
1 chose the white Kkid slippers, too,
for 1 realized that what one young
girl prefers another is sure to want,
And all vou sweet girl graduates
who are looking for white shoes will
find exactly what yoi want at the
Walk-Over Shoe Store, 57 Whitehall
street.
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Voile and agingham dresses will
be very popular this summer with
the grownups as well as the chil
dren,
* * *
E VERY time 1 visit the Smart
Shop, that lovely little place
in the Arcade, 1 just wish I had a
little cherub of from say 6 months
to § years, so that I could dress her
up in one of those exquisite hand
made frocks and a lovely little bon
net. Such dear little frocks, every
stitch hand-made, with little
torches of embroidery and feather
stitching. But never before in At
lanta or anvwhere else have I seen
baby bonnets to equal these. Cun
ning little hand-made thinzs for
wea infants and beautiful ones of
organdy, lace and ribbon trimmed
for the larger girlies, Then quaint
little sun hats for boys as well as
girls, in pink. blue or white. Priced
from $1.50 to sl4. A price and a
style to suit the most exacting
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A summer frock this season ix
not just what it ought to be unless
there’s a wee bit of handicork some
where about.
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A NEW aecquaintance of mine
5 who HRas recently moved to
our city asked me if I could recom
mer..d a perfectly satisfactory den
tist' She needed a good deal of
work done, and, of course, she
didn't know eone dentist here from
another. 1 do so love to be able to
give good information, and 1 was
delighted to tell her ahout and even
to accompany her to the handsome
new dental offices of Dr. E. G.
Griflin, at 63 1-2 Whitehall. .
Of course, as all Atlantans know,
Dr. Griffin has been in the dental
business here for 27 years, and has
justly earned a reputation for effi
ciency that can’t be surpassed. And
“And Sun-Maid raisins?”
[ “Yes, for the cakes—just the very
besf California Sun-Maid raisins
’ that money can buy go into A. B: C.
| cakes,” explained Mr. Montague.
“THIS IS THE WAY
WE MAKE OUR BREAD.
; “Here is the mixing room. The
~ flour comes automatically from the
~ blender you just saw into this huge
receptacle just above the mMlXinhg
machine. The water also pours
from this other vessel and this au
tomatic cutoff regulates the amount
~ of flour and water to be used for the
amount of bread we wish to make.”
He lifted the lid of the mixer and
showed us exactly how the trick
~ was done. After the dough is thor
ovghly mixed by this electric ma
chine, without being touched by a
human hand, it is placed in enor
mous steel troughs, where the proc
eas of fermentation takes place. Or;
as the old housewives say, “'tis set
to rise.”
“What are these pipes?” asked
Frank, thoroughly interested in
what he was seeing.
“The rooms have to be kept at a
certain temperature all the time—
about 80 degrees in winter and 78
in summer. And here is the hu
midifier, that keeps the air always
‘fresh and pure. There is the steel
chute through which tht dough,
after it ferments, is carried to the
next floor straight into the ‘di
vider,” which separates it into exact
portions, just right for a loaf of
Butter-Nut bread.”
| We followed the loaves from the
“DIVIDER"” into the automatic
proof box, a brooder-like, glass in
cased revolving machine, in which
the doughey loaves are given the
opportunity to ‘‘rise again.” From
the divider into the molder, which
shapes the loaves, then into pans,
again into the proof box to rise a
wee bit more, and then into the
baking room. And the ovens—
mammoth white tiled ovens so clean
and splendid looking (tiled inside as
well as out), in which daily some
26,000 loaves of delicious bread and
quite as many lovely cakes are
baked.
THE WRAPPING MACHINE.
“Now, I want to show you our
electric wrapping machine. It's the
only one in the South, anq a won
derful invention, I think.”
And we agreed that it was won
derful when we understood how on
this one machine the wax is melted
and distributed, the paper cut just
the right size by an automatic knife
and the loaves of bread—3,ooo in an
hour—are wrapped in the paper and
sealed, ready for distribution with
out the aid of human hands. And
V've“never seen a neater package
than those loaves of Butter-Nut
bread, “done up” by an electric ma
chine.
“Now, where do vou make your
cakes, Mr. Montague?” I said, “for
I've a sweet tooth that's always in
wre‘sted in the concoction of good
ies.”
“Right here is our mixing room
for our cakes. Here. is the mixer,
in which the \sugar and spice and
everything nice is prepared. And
here's the machine that beats all the
eggs and whips the marshmallows
used in our Holstm Specials.”
“Oh do tell us about your Hel
sum Specials-—I. always did love
those little cakes.”
THE HOLSUM SPECIAL.
“"Well, vow know during the war
we couldn’t get all ‘the ingredients
certainly In his new parlors he Is
more thoroughly equipped than eves
to give the best and most satisface
tory service in the South. .
No expense has been, spared i
fitting up the place anJ the eight
large operating rooms arve equipped
with every modern device and im
provement that can be imagined,
ach room cost over $1,200 to rur
nish and one look at the neat white
booths will convince you that every
instrument and appliance s abso- . o
lutely sanitary, The mechanical
laboratory, too, is complete in every
respect, and there s also an X-ruy
room for the express purpose of
dingnosing concealed troubles.
Two features that appealed to me
as most attractive and necessary
were the perfect light and the
splendid ventilation,
The reception and rest room M
ished in white and furnished lux
uriously and comfortably in dainty
white wicker, and dull blue hang
ings, are so attractive and ecozy
that you really forget the unpleas
ant errand that brought you there.
For, of course, everyone dreads
visit to the dentist, fearing the
aches and pains that seem neces
sary to the “fixing of teeth.”
But as I assured Margaret, Dr.
Grifhin’s expert attendants really
are so competent and so gentle that ¥
before vou realize it the work is
done, and with practically little
pain. And his prices are just the
lowest possible that can be made in
order to give the very best service
that can be obtained. .
I'd like to advise anyone (in town Y
or out), who is contemplating hav
ing dental work done, to visit these
heautiful rooms and see for them
selves that in the Gate City Dental
Rooms, 63% Whitehall street, At
lanta, has a dental establishment of
which she, and, in fact, the whole
South, can feel justly proud.
* - -
A transparent hat, the surc har
hinger of swmmer, has made its ap
pearance.
- * *
l THICRE are two things that
every boy and girl graduate
will do, as soon as possible after
the “great day” 1s over. Have a
photograph ade in their “graduat
ing frocks,” and a picture calls for
a frame, doesn’t it? And surely
every boy and girl will want to
frame the diploma, so that in aftex;‘
vears 'twill remind them of “what L”
did when I was young.” The most
artistic frames that you can find to
shrine a pretty face, I saw at the
Columbian Book and Stationery
Company, 39 South Broad, Friday.
Quaint little frames in walnut, some
oval, some square, for only $1.50.
Larger frames, in various shapes, in
the lovely green, gold, mission and
silver gray. And when it comes to
framing a diploma—well, the Co
lumb.an dces the very best work at
the most reasonable price you can
get in Atlanta.
* * »
11's just one big convention after*
i anotheriin Atlanta these days.
we needed or enough sugar to make
really good cakes, so we just did
the best we could. They were good.) ‘
cakes for a dime; but since all re
strietions have, been removed we
have gone back to making splendid
crkes, and the Holsum Special
which we have recently put on the
market is the result. We think
‘Liem much better than th best we
made before the war, and the public
evidently agrees, for the demand Is
growing daily. These cakes sell for
15 cents, but they're amply worth
the difference.
“What Kinds are they—the same
a 3 before the war?”
“In the Holsum Special we have
the gold, silver, raisin and chocolate
marshmallow.”
“And what is this delicious-look
ing cake over here?” s'-
“The A. B. C. or American: Ba=' !
kerics Company pound cake. We
have these A. B. C. cakes in the
round or gold, silver, raisin and
marble.. They are put up in one,
two and four pound packages, and
of course are more expensiye than
the smaller cakes.”
“So A. B! C. cake means Amer
icen Bakeries Company, does jt?”
Yes, try some.” And he give us
each generous slices of the various
kinds. Marion and T nudged;each
other as we noticed how i’nuc:h
Frank was enjoying his cake. T
Next we watched the white
gowned girls'wrapping the cakes in
waxed paper’ and bhoxing them in
the neat cartons that are so at- 4
tractive. i
“And how do you like our plant?”
asked our host as we stood in the
doorway preparing to leave. Before
Marion or I could say a word Frank
answered: ~
“It is perfectly wonderful, Mr.
Montague. 1 want to thank you for
giving me the opportunity of sfe
ing and understanding the New
Scuth Bakery. The thing that im
presses me is the ahsolute cleanli
ness and perfect sanitation of the
entire place. The snow white walls,
which vou keep immaculate,: the
white uniforms, the perfect clean
ness of every vessel and machine,
combined with the system and the
excellent ingredients used in the
real making, convince me that the
American Bakeries Company makes
the best bread and cakes in the
world. I'm a crank on the suhject
of sanitation, especially in regard
to the preparation of food. And
Marion ean tell you—--»"
“Well I hope Marion can tell him
her baking days are over, Frank,
for that’s just what I guaranteed to%
do,” T hastily interrfipted. .
“Her baking days are over, now
and forevermore,” laughed Frank,
“and T'll have to hand it to Mr.
Montague for convincing me that
right here in Atlanta we Mhawve a
magnificent plant, that for efficien
¢y, cleanliness and genuine good
ness can beat the things that moth
er used to. make all to smash.”
“To prove it, Frank, let’s have
Rutter-Nut’r«ad and Holsum Spe
cials for sufper.” =
“Butter-Nut Bread and Folsum
Special forever, dear. The best
bread and cake the world can pro
duvce.”
“Thank you, Frank.”
“And thank vou, George, for in
troducine me ta the Amesienn Fu-T *
Leries Compawr aiplodsx iR me
my A: B C.s, 3
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