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in New York, nor is it as graceful
as it might be
But it's lots of fun.
And everybody certainly likes the
jazz music—that is everybody who
belongs to the jazz set!
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Reflected Glory--
OF course all of you remember
a popular little visitor here
three vears ago-—or something
like that—who came up from Miaml
and gave us the origin and defi
nition of the name of her native
oity.
Don't you remember?—and
danced so effectively with Gene
Haynes—Dbefore he had married
and settled down
Surely you remember
“Her name?’'—oh yes, her name
was Bess Burdine—a sufficiently
unusual name in itself to leave an
impression
Well, now that yvou recall pretty
Bess Burdine, Atlanta visitor fresh
from an Eastern school and stand
ing with un-reluctant feet, where
the brook and river meet-—ete. ete
I will tell you that she is a mar
ried woman and has long since de
serted Miami except for the gay
season., She lives in Washington
D. C., and has been married for
quite a while.
Her name?—well now, you're gol
ting at the story—her name ls Mrs.
A. C. Read Does that sound fa-
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and the men are crazy about It,
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Miss Clayton was in New York
all last week attending the Na
tional Beauty Shop Show, where ‘
there ware demonstrated all the |
very latest models of all the
| waving machines made—and
gshe bought
The Nestle, 18 Heaters
the highest priced and best ma
chine made. Miss Cla{ton took
full instructions and will person
ally operate this machine.
Wa are now booking engage
ments and have already a walit
ing list.. So please phone Main
201, write or call for engagements
early.
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miliar?
“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 hig newspapers for a
week—and you didn't know it!
He {8 no less a personage, my
dear, than the famous Commander
A. C. Read, of the NC-4, that
dauntless alr-boat which is making
history and big news.
The NC-4 has not been wrecked
at the time of this writing, and
probably will do more before “she”
is through.
Now all of you who were not
gpecially 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—
THH other day when Mr. and
Mrs. Stuart Witham celebrat
ed their fifth wedding anniver
gary, the floral centerplece for the
table was a great basket of ex
quisite pink Rambler roses.
Nothing unusual in this, at the
time of the year-—but behind the
statement fs a charming little
story which I was fortunate enough
to hear.
On the night of the brilliant
wedding of Harriet Calhoun arfl
Stuart Witham, the Calhoun resi
dence was a hower of pink Ramb-
Jer 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 blossom-—as a
friend of Mrs. Sisson so desecribes
her talent for ‘“raising” flowers -
she stuck this spray of blossoms in
water.
Soon tiny roots like white threads
were seen, and today the “Harriet
Calhoun rose” is a tall vine with
thousands of pink flowers in Mrs,
Qigson’s flower garden and the bas
ket on the anniversary table of
course came from the “Harriet Cal
houn” rose-tree,
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Garden of Sentiment—
IN this beautiful garden, which
is In the rear of the Sisson home
on Eleventh street, therg are
many plants with a personal his
tory. Mrs, Sisson h‘;u used her
gift of growing flowers, to make
‘her garden a place for sentiment
as’' well ‘as beauty She will point
out a wonderful Red Rambler rose
which is ‘“Alline, No. One” and
sprang from a gpray of flowers in
a basket gent to Mrs. Sisson, some
eighteen yedrs ;ago by the honor
guest of a lWncheon she gave that
day. g W
It was the day of “the big fire”
in Jacksonville, and Mrs. Edward
Barnes, the guest of honor, lost her
home in the fire which probably
~ was Atlanta's gain, for tHe Barnes
family 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 is 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”
rose 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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HEARST'S SUNDAY AMERICAN — A Newspaper for People Who Think — SUNDAY, MAY 25, 1919.
' quisite flowers In the Sisson gar
dens, This Is a flag lily of such
unusual and artistic colors that it
looks more like an orchid. The lady
Burbank of the Illly explains that
she had a purple lily-bed and Mrs,
Klkin brought her a yellow lilly
from Kentucky., The two kinds of
blossoms, in the friendly way that
some plants have, declded to com
bine their efforts and so produced
the wonderful hlossom which at
tracts so much interest wherever
it is seen.
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A French Fad—
O H, my dears, let me tell you of
the Elghty-second officer who
has 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,
let him tell it! I shall stand by the
Eighty-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 French
girl, there may be some way to get
rid of li
Is not Harry Houdini somewhere
in the hall this evening?
On the dangle bracelet worn by
the Atlanta officer I 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
a white elephant-—II 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
honors, 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,
Weil, let it pass—on to some At
lanta girl who will treasure it as a
souvenir of her victory over la
belle Parisienne!
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Peachtree’s History—
I AM very glad to have a real ex
planation of why our famous
street was so named, offered by one
of Atlanta’s prominent business
men, an adopted Atlantan of many
years’ standing who shows in his
letter to “Polly"” that he s very fond
of our beautiful Peachtree street.
1 feel flattered not only that my
little “story™ on the subject was
yread by a prominent business man
of the city-——who says only the de
butantes enjoy “Belly?"-—but that
he shouid take the trouble to send
the information we all want and
which I will present in his own
words:
“I noticed from your column in
Sunday's paper that you were at a
little loas for the history of PEACH
TREE STREET.
“I visited here about twenty vears
ago, a long time before 1 moved
here, and 1 asked the same ques
tion.
' “] 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 tight, and that
they named the creek PITCHTREE
CREEK, and that they also named
the road where the pine tree stood
PITCHTREE ROAD.
“l was advised that for a number
of years both 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
. PITCHTREE for the same reason;
~ but®* was later changed by the At
‘ lanta people.
“It seems too bad that we could
not have kept the old name which
really does have a history,
“Very truly yours.”
neon
After July 19—
A VISITOR here the other day
enlarging on the attractive
ness of her flince 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 Is—and his uniform
Is the best-looking one 1 ever saw——
80 becoming and so-——-
“What is he--an aviator?" broke
in a girl who knows a good-look
ing uniformm when she sees it, and
was pretty sure the man under dis
cussion was not in the marines,
“No,” replied the visitor, “"he's
not an aviator--he's a tank.”
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Her First Prize—
WHEN the “Extra” came out
late Friday evening and the
newsboys began calling up and
down Peachtree, out by .Ponce De-
I.eon avenue, there was one charm
ing, dignified weman whose appre
hension was aroused thereby.
Oh, not so much apprehension at
that, for she knew she had not com
mitted a urder or been run over
by an auflmuhfle. so the “Extra”
could not be very sensatlonal 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 80l
emnly assuring her that the extras
carried a story of her exploit during
sald party--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
accomplishments and fine quali
ties, and had achieved 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
30 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.
0. L. escapade. He was a victim of
love and of the forgetfulness of a
“eullud 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
butier to sound the reveilla 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,
%fl not realize the importance of a
nufie, and when he did finally call
the leutegam 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
gocial 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
casg before him with pathetic feel
ing, got the lieutenant's sentenee
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 I have cause
to doubt.
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Another War Romance—
Tf{}«: engagement announced to
i day of Janet Stirling to Lieu-
I 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 years. 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 youngest, for' the golf
champion is the littlest of the fam
ily—Nora, is studying English liter
ature at Colhmbia College, and
esthetic dancing and other things.
Janet has been doing war work,
for, also like the rest of the Stir
lings, she is very patriotic and
proud of her Scotch ancestry as
well as her American citizenship.
1t was while engaged in reconstruc
{ tion work at Camp Dedge Janet met
her future husband, who is 2 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
tain slim young auburn-haired
Scotch-American lassie; busy with
her war work in neighborly prox
-1 imity to the officers’ quarters in the
Jowa city. One never knows one's
luck. s
The wedding of Miss Stirling and
Lieutanant Davison will take place
I 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 young boy
graduate? What of his clothes?
Isn't this just as important a time
with the lads as it {8 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 answeped, however, Friday
when 1 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. ¥ox has
provided for fust this ocecasion 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,
T left .?.’he Boys' Shop perfectly
satisfied that our boys are not being
ngglected, 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 commenceément
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 dt her list,
are absolutely necessary to my
summer’s pleasure, but I can get
LAS’I‘ Monday I was hot and
tired, my brain wouldn’t work
and I was in such an idle mood
that at lunech time I decided 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 alane. 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 without trying to burn up
everything?” I laughed: ’
“Now, George, this is no joking
matter. You see, it's our regular
baking day; the cock's sick and I
don't know a thing about baking
bread.” .
“Then, why bake?"
“Because Frank insists that all
the bread he eats must be made at
home, else it might not be exactly
like that his mother used to bake,”
was Marion’s sarcastic answer.
“The antiquated 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 . be
bothered 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'vé 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 meé, Marion. I'll guaran
tee to ‘SHOW’ Frank and eliminate
your baking days forevermore.”
“T'll leave it to you gladly, George,
for 1 absolutely loathe to bake.”
So I got Frank on the wire and
started my scheme, while Marion
listened in suspense and curiosity.
“¥rank, 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 vou 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
we boarded a Whitehall street car
Frank asked: “Where do we go from
here, George?”
“You'll find out soon enough” I
answered; and even when we left
the car where Lee and Gordon meet
end walked down two blocks to
Glenn 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
logking brick building (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. Tl'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 #f I 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.
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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.
“T'm going to Washington, D. C,
but (i (i lets are twice what they
used to be, and the suits are so
expensive that I don't know what
to do.” I 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 Georgetteg
waists for $5.00. Any one can be
suitably gowned for any occasion
at reasonable cost if they just know
where to huy.
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A good-looking tailored suit ig in
dispensable if one intends a sum
mer trip, and the bargainsg the
stores are now offering are worth
considering. A
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WHEN I was in the Walk-Over
Shoe Store Friday 1 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, next
woeek, and 1 was studying the dif
ferent kinds of slippers with a view
to getting her a pair, “There are
two days when a girl must dress in
white—all 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 Learned His A B C’s
delicious odor of new-baked bread
greeted us, and out of the corner of
my eye I saw Frank sniffing hungri
ly, Ju the office, wher. eveyone
seemed busy as bees, we met Mr.
Montague, the courteous manager of
the New South Bakery, and I 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 dying
tu see it, too.” '
“T'll be delighted, Miss Georgiana.
Ceme right on.”
Here Frank facetiously interrupt
ed: “This isn't fair, George. You
skould have phoned Mr. Montague
so 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 basement 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
nients, the first we visited being the
bath, where each morning every
man employved in the plant takes
his “shower” before donning the
snowy white uniform provided by
tlie management. I could see Frank
was impressed by this shower idea,
for it convinced him that perfect
p=rsonal cleanliness is a requisite of
everyone concerned in the making
of these delicious calies 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
purifies 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 smoke by layers 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
ycu see the flour without the
wrappings,” he said, as we entered
a large room where there were
millions of sacks of snowy flour,
wkhich, he explained, are moved
about daily to keep the flour fresh
and cool.
“Is all this flour just one kind?”
1 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 yeast is kept cool; then the
stock room, where the sugar, malt,
raisins and other ingredients are
kept.
“The sugar’s for the cakes, of
ecurse,” Frank said.
“We use sugar in the bread,
too, as well as salt. We also use
bcth 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, yes, we've been 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? Ex
actly what I want,” “How much are
they? A fortune, I suppose, for
shoes are rather high these days.”
“These are only s9—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 tha plain
white kids (the regulation thing,
you know), and as one remarked,
“They've beautiful buckles, too, and
if we want to put them on after
ward we'll get some buckles here.”
1 chose the white kid slippers, too,
for I realized that what one young
girl prefers another is sure to want.
And all you sweet girl graduates
who are looking for white shoes will
find exactly what you want at the
Walk-Over Shoe Store, 35 Whitehall
street.
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Voile and gingham dresses will
be very popular this summer with
the grownups as well as the chil
dren.
. - -
E VERY time I visit the Smart
Shop, that lovely little place
in the Arcade, I just wish 1 had a
little cherub of from say 6 months
to 6 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
tovches of embroidery and feather
stitching. But never before in At
lanta or anywhere else have I seen
baby bonnets to equal these. Cun
ning iittle hand-made things for
wee 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
styvla to suit the most exacting.
- - .
A summer frock this season i 3
not just what it ought to be unless
there's a wee bit of handwork some
where about.
i e ¥
A NEW acquaintance of mine
. who has recently moved to
our city asked me if I could recom
mend a perfectly satisfactory den
tist. She needed a good deal of
work done, and, of course, she
didn't know one dentist here from
anotiier. 1 do so love to be able to
give good information, and 1 was
delighted to tell her about and even
to accompany her to the handsome
nevws 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
ciancy that can’t be surpassed. And
“And Sun-Maid raisins?”
“Yes, for the cakes—just the very
best 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 vou just saw into this huge
receptacle just above the mixXing
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
oughly mixed by this electric ma
chine, without being touched by a
human hand, it is placed in enor
mous steel troughs, where the proc
ess of fermentation takes place. Or,
as the old housewives say, “’tis set
tc 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 the 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
“‘TAVIDER" 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 bhox to rise a
wee bit more, and then into the
bakirg 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, and 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
1 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 |
ve never seen a neater package
than those loaves of Butter-Nut
bread, “done up” by an electric ma
chine. ¢
“Now, where do you make your
cakes, Mr. Montague?’ I gaid, “for
I've a sweet tooth that's always in
terested in the concoction of good
jes.”
“Right here is our mixing room
for our cakes. Here is the mixer,
in which the sugar and spi?e and
everything nice is prepared! And
here's the machine that beats all the
egge and whips the marshmallows
used in our Holsum Specials.”
“Oh do tell us about your Hol
sum Specials—l always did love
thoge little cakes.”
THE 'HOLSUM SPECIAL.
“Well, 'you Know, during the war
we couldn’'t get all the ingredients
certainly In his new parlors he is
more thoroughly equipped than ever
to give the best and most satisfac
tory service in the South.
No expense has been spared in
fitting up the place and the eight
large operating rooms are equipped
with every modern device and im
provement that can be imagined.
Each room cost over $1,200 to fur
nish and one look at the neat white
hooths will convince you that every
instrument and appliance is abso
lutely sanitary, The mechanical
laboratory, too, is complete in every
respect, and there iy also an X-ray
room for the express purpose of
diagnosing 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 fin- -
ished in white and furnished lux
uriously and comfortably in dainty
white wicker, and dull blue hang
ings, are so attractive and cozy
that you really forget the unpleas
ant errand that brought you there.
For, of course, everyone dreads a 2
visit to the dentist, fearing the
aches and pains that seem neces
sary to the *“fixing of teeth.,”
But as I assured Margaret, Dr.
Griffin's expert attendants really
are so competent and so gentle that
before vou realize it the work isq
done, and with practically little
pain. And his prices are just the
Jlowest possible that can be made in
order to give the very best service
that can be obtained.
I'd like to advige anyone (in townl‘
or out), who is contemplating hav
ing dental work done, to visit these
beautiful rooms and see for them
selves that in the Gate City Dental
Rooms, 631 Whitehall street, At
lanta, has a dental establishment of
which she, and, in fact, the whole
Sonuth, can feel justly proud.
» » -
A transparent hat, the sure har
binger of summer, has made its ap
pearance,
w ..
THERE are two things that
every boy and girl graduate
will do, as soon as possible after
the “great day” is over. Have a
photograph made 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 after
vears 'twill remind them of “what }
did when I was young.” The mos
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 squaye, 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
lumbian deces the very best work at
the most reasonable price you can
get in Atlanta.
* * *
It's just one big convention after
another in 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
strictions have been removed we
have gone back to making splendid
cekes, and the Holsum Special
which we have recently put on the
market is -the result, We think
‘hem much better than th. best we
made before the war, and the publie
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
as bhefore 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?”
“The A. B. C. or American Rad '
keries 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 expensive than
the smaller cakes."
“So A. B. C. cake means Amer
iczn Bakeries C'ompany, does it.?”
Yes, try some.” And he gave us
each generous slices of the varicus
kinds. Marion and T nudged each
other as we noticed how much
Frank was enjoying his cake. *
Next we ‘watched the white
gowned girls wrapping the cakes in
waxed paper and bhoxing them in
the neat cartons that are so at
tractive, iy
“And how do you like our plant?”
asked our host as we stood in the
doorway preparing to leave. Before
Marion or I ¢gould say a word Frank
answered: -
“It is perfectly wonderful, Mr. > *
Montague. I want to thank you for
giwving me the opportunity of see
ing and understanding the New
Scuth Bakery. The thing that im
presses me is the absolute 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 subject
ot sanitation, especially in regard
tn the preparation of food. And
Marion can tell you—-"
“Well I hope Marion can tell him
her baking days are over, Frank,
for that's just what I guaranteed to g
do,” T hastily interrupted. T
“Her baking days are over, now
and forevermore,” laughed Frank,
“and I'll have to hand it to' Mr.
Montague for convincing me that
right here in Atlanta we have a
magnificent plant, that for efficien
cy, 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
Butter-Nut Bread and Holsum Spe
cials for supper.”
“Butter-Nut Bread and Holsum
Special forever, dear. The- best
bread and cake the world can pro
duce.”
“Thank yvou, Frank.” )
“And thank ¥yon, George, for in
troducing me to the Ametican Ba- f“
L¢ries Company and teachirs me
my A, B. C.s. ¢ ;
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