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CHATTER OF SOCIETY
By POLLY PEACHTREE
Continued From Page 1,
An New York, nor is it as graceful
~as it might be.
© Put 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—
O ¥ course all of you remember
| a popular lttle visitor here
3 thfee vears ago-—or something
like that—who came up from Miami
,and gave us the origin and defi
nition of the name of her native
city.
° Don't you remember ?—and
danced so effectively with Gene
Halnes—before he had married
_and settled down.
Surely you remember
“ Her name?" —oh yes, her name
was Bess Burdine—a suffic lently
unusual name in itself to leave an
impression. ;
Well, now that you recall pretty
-Bess Burdine, Atlanta visitor fresh
from an Eastern school and stand
+fng with un-reluctant feet, where
the brook and river meet—etc. elc.
«-] will tell you that she is a mar
ried woman and has long since de
gerted Miami except for the gay
geason. She lives in Washington,
D. .. and has been married for
quite a while.
Her name?—well now, you're get
ting at the story-—her name 18 Mrs.
A. C. Read, Does that sound fa
miliar”
“Qeems like I've heard the name
some where before”
You sflly little goose, of course
you have Bess Burdine's hus
band has been figuring on the front
page of the big newspapers for a
week—and you didn’t know it!
He is no less a personage, my
dear, than the famous Commander
A. C. Read, of thé NC-4, that
dauntless air-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 yvou who were not
specially interesged in history-mak
ing achievements can get some in
terest out of the ocean-crossing
. gea-plane NC-4, commanded by
“Bess Burdine's husband!”
soon
The Harriet Calhoun Rose—
THE other day when Mr. and
- Mrg. Stuart Witham celebrat
‘ ed their fifth wedding anniver
. sary, 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 behind the
. statement is a charming little
. story which ] 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
‘ Jer roses. When leaving the recep
tion. a guest of the occasion took
a small branch of the flowers as a
" wouvenir, Being one of the kind
_who can plant an umbrella and have
it come up and blossom—as a
" friend of Mrs. Sisson so describes
. her talent for ‘“raising’ flowers—
‘ ghe stuck this spray ot‘blnusomn in
- waler. .
~ 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,
- Miggon's flower garden and the bas
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ket on the anniversary table of
course came from the “Harriet Cal
houn” rose-tree,
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Garden of Sentiment—
I.\‘ this beautiful garden, which
i in the rear of the Sisson home
on Eleventh street, there are
many plants with a personal his
tory. Mrs. Sisson has 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 i 8 “Alline, No. One” and
sprang from a spray of flowers in
a basket sent to Mrs, Sisson, some
eighteen years ago by the honor
guest of a luncheon she gave that
day
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 Mre. Barnes, and was a
gift sent to the chatelaine of the
Kleventh street resident on the day
ghe moved into hér 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 ayd 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
quigite 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 lily explains that
she had a purple lily-bed and Mrs.
Elkin brought her a yellow lilly
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
tractg so much interest wherever
it is seen, . oA
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A French Fad—
OH. my dears, let me tell you of
the Eighty-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 knew lit,
If he wants yoh te« rn‘ah name,
let him tell it! Ish stand by the
Eighty-second to last ditch.
A man may be n,&n(t he is
never out, and while silver
dangle bracelet ock and the
key is in the poss®&sion of nwh
girl, there may be some wa) get
rid of it,
Is not Harry Houdini somewhere
in the hall this evening?
On the dangle bracelet worn by
the Atlanta offfcer 1 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 %hat means and
a white elephant-——l know what
THAT means!
The young officer, T 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 then, 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 suvceJt In war instead of in
love, y 10l wrifhs ¥4
Weii, et it pags—on to my At
lanta girl who wi]l treasur as a
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HEARST'S SUNDAY AMERICAN — A Newspaper for People Who Think — SUNDAY, MAY 25, 1919.
souvenir of her victory over La
belle Parisienne!
anoo
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
vears' standing who shows in his
letter to “Poliy” that he is 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?”-—but ‘that
he should take the trouble to send
the information we all want and
which | will present in his own
words:
“l noticed from vour column in
Sunday's paper that you were al a
little los& for the history of PEACH -
TREE STREET.
“1 vigited here about twenty years
ago, a long time before 1 inoved
here, and | asked the same ques
tion,
“1 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.
“1 was adviged that for a number
of years both Peachtree (‘reek and
Peachtree Road was known as
‘Pitchtree,’ the name the Indians
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."
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After July 17—
A VISITOR here the other day
enlarging on the attractive
ness of her fiance 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 18-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 uniform 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
newshoys began calling up and
down Peachtree, out hy Ponce De
l.ean avenue, there was one charms
ing, dignified woman whose appre
hension was aroused thereby.
Oh, not s 0 much apprehension at
that, for she knew she had not com
niitted 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
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afternoon of the same day, were sol- ]
emnly assuring her that the extras |
carried a story of her explolt 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 qualli
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
80 limpressive 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 ek’eave was up. But the negro
butley, not having been a military
man and not having served as such,
did not realize the importance of a
minute, and when he did finally call
the lieutenant 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 eoy
tingent. But a little bird (one of
Miss Dixie's chums) tells me that
this dark-eved 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 I have cause
to doubt.
sHop .
Another War Romance—
TI{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 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 Cohimbia 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.
It was while engaged in reconstruc
tion work at Camp Dodge Janet met
her future husband, who {s a mem
ber of the Second Infantry and a
“regular” army man. Lieutenant
Davison is originally from Pitts
burg. He was stationed in Honos
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- ‘
imity to the officars’ quarters in the
lowa city., One never knows one's |
luck. i
The wedding of Miss Stirling and
Lieutenant Davison will take place
in the early summer.
lEut Point.
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le-: WOMAN'S CLUB entertained the
teachers of the high school, who are
members of the club. The teachers
will leave soon for their homes for the
sumner,
L. l. White has returned from North
lk".\ol'rfi-:‘nd Mrs. M. O. Blackwell left Wed
nesday for Greensboro, N. C., where they
will spend several wecks.
\ Mrs. George Christian has returned from
l m:\itr‘;.t..t\. . Hemperley entertained at a 6
o'clock dinner. Those present were the
Rev. and Mrs. J. A. Crumley, Mr, and
Mrs. Lee Wells and Mr, and Mrs. H. M.
Shert, of College Park. £
After spending several days in Athens,
Miss Floy Shannon has returned to her
home.
Dr. and M{s. 8, J. Gay, of Lineville, Ala,,
lspcm the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. T.
B. Allen.
Mrs. M. Travis has returned to her home
in Riverdale after visittng Mrs. A. C
Hemperley.
. Mr. and Mrs. E. M. Robertson spent Sun
day in Dunwoody. :
Phesta and T. E. Settle, of Suv o nee, vis
ited their brother, 1. T, Settl mday.
After spendimg several wook Greens
boro, N. C., W. G. Whistenhuit returned
to East Point Friday.
Miss Marie Lambert has returned to
Atlanta, after spending the week-end with
Mrs. D. D. Fuller.
The Woman's Ald Missionary Society of
the Presbyterian Church met at the home
of Mrs. S. L. Holcomb Tuesday.
Mrs. J. Lambert has returned to Clarks
ville, after spending the week in Kast
Point as the guest of Mrs. W. A, Shan
ln.&r and Mrs. H. B. Suttles and chil
dren spent Saturday in Cartersville.
Mrs. W. A. Dodge has returned -from
Hapeville. -
The Junior Missionary Society of the
Methodist Church met at the home of Mrs.
H. A. Manning. \V@&la&ny afternoon.
Miss Lela Havdee, of “ Atlanta, spent
I'l‘uudnr in East Point, at. the:home of
Miss Alma Suattles, ¢ é
Miss Alice Sanders has retufned from
Walhalla, 8. ¢ .
Mrs. Dan Fiynn and Mrs. lda Bailey, of
Atlanta, visited relatives in East Point
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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 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
hisesister, and 1 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,
1 left The Boys' Shop perfectly
satisfied that our boys are not being
neglected, and convinced that if
what | 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.”
- * *
ALITTLE friend who gradu
ated this week leaves Mon
day for a lengthy summer
vaeation 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 abhsolutely necessary to my
summer’'s pleasure, but I can get
LAST Monday 1 was hot and
tired, my brain wouldn't work
and T was in such an idle mood
that at lunch 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 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 without trying to burn up
everything?” 1 laughed.
“Now, George, this is no joking
matter. You see, it's our regular
baking day; the ceck'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 madq at
Lome, 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 “ahsurd for YOU to be
_bothered with baking days when
the best hakery in the South is
right here in Atlanta, turning out
daily fresh, sweet bread, far better
than you or+l or the cook can ever
make. Butter-Nut bread - simply
can’t be improved upop.” !
“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
12 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
your baking days forevermore.”
“I'll leave it to you gladly, George,
for I absqlutely loathe to bake.”
So I got Frank on the wire and
started my 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 yvou and
Marion to go with me, Can you go?"
“Yes, T'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 mimm- the three
of us met at Five Points, and as
we¢ boarded a \Whitehall street ear
Frank asked: “Where do we go from’
here, George?”
“You'll find out soon enough™ T
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
locking brick building (which cov
ers nearly a block, by the way) the
Georgiana Goes Shopping
,hom 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 kEver
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. [l'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 everyth*ng willsbe all
right and exactly what | want and
need.”
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Vacation days follow close on the
heels of commencement, in the
minds of the young folls at least,
. - -
T WO women sitting behind me
‘on the car Wednesday morn
ing were discusisng 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 ti» tic'ots are twice what tgey
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 one intends a sum
mer trip, and the bargains th stores
are now offering are worth consid
ering.
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WHEN 1 was in the Walk-Over
Shoe Store Friday I was
much interestd 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 hotg wonld grad
uate next week and ®mthey were in
vesting in slippers for the occasion.
My kid sister graduates, too, next
wvek, and I 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 be 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-l saw Frank 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 dying
to 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
so he could have everything in ship
chape order.”
“Our plant is ALWAYS in ship
shape order, and always ready for
inspection by the public, 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. “l.et'ssave 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
ments, the first we visited being the
bath, where each morning every
man emploved in the plant takes
his “shower” before donning the
snowy white uniform provided by
he management. I could see Frank
was impressed by this shower idea,
for it convinced him that perfect
persenal 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,
wtich, he explained, are moved
about daily to keep the flour fresh
and cool.
“Is all this flour just one kind?”
I 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 coel. then the
stock room, where the suegar, malt,
raisins and other ingredients are
kept.
“The sugar’s for the cakes, of
eccurse,” Frank said. g
“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, an@ quite the prettiest
I've seen. Oh, yes, we've been 100 k -
ing around, you know, for a gradua
tion costume can't ‘be selected in a
minute” “Yes, and 1 ke this
plain, eldgant-looking kid, with the
French heel; don't you, Bess? Ex
actly what 1 want.” "How much are
they? A fortune, 1 suppose, for
shoes are rather high these days.”
“Phese dare 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 ca,:as 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,
yvou know), ahd as one remarked,
Mhey've beantiful buckles, too, and
if we want to put them on after
ward we'll get some buckles here.”
T chose the w?‘lte 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 ghoes 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
touches of embroidery and feather
stitching. But never hefore in At
lanta or anywhere else have 1 seen
baby honnets 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
style to suit the most exacting.
- - =
A summer frock this scason i 8
nat just what it ought to be unless
there's a wee bit of handwork some
where about.
- * *
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
another. I do so love to be able to
give good information, and I was
delighted to tell her dbout and even
to accompany her to the handsome
nev: dental offices of Dr. E. G.
Griftin, at 63 1-2 Whitehall.
Of course, as all Atlantans know,
Dr. Grifiin 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
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 autematically from the
blender you just saw into this huge
receptacle just above the mixXipgs |
machine. The water also. pours
from this other vessel and this au
tomatic cutoff regulates the amount
of flour and water to be used fur;th’
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 deugh 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 Ythe proc=
ess of fermentation takes place. Or,
as the old housewives say, ‘'tis set
to rise.” ¢ siae |
} “What are these pipes?”’ asked
Frank, thoroughly interested 'in
' what he was seeing, P L
“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
pertions, just right for a lpaf of
Butter-Nut bread.”
We followed the loaves from the
- “DIVIDER” into the automatic
~ proof box, a brooder-like, glass in
caged 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 bhit 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, 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
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
terested 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 Holsum Specials.”
“Oh do tell us about your Hol
sum Speciale—l -always did love
those little cakes,” °
THE HOLSUM ‘SPECIAL.
“Well, vou know during the war
we couldn’t get .all the ingradients
certainly in his new parlors he is
more thoroughly equipped than ever
to give the best and most satlsfac
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.
Hach 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-
Jutely sanitary, The mechanical
laboratory, too, is complete in every
respect, and there is 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 2
visit to the dentist, fearing the
aches and pains that seem neces
sary to the “fixing of teeth.”
But as ’&usured Margaret, Dr.
Griffin's exXpert 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
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, 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 sure har
binger of summer, has made its ape
pearance. :
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THERE are two thingg 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
years 'twill remind them of “what I
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
lumbian dees 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
them much better than the best we
made before the war, and the publie
evidently agrees, for the demand s
egrowing daily. These cakes sell for
15 cents, but they're amply worth
the difference.
“What kinds are they—the same
as before the war?”
“In the Holsum Special we have
the gold, silver, raisin and chocolate
marshmallow.”
“And what lis this delicious-look
ing cake over here?”
“The A. B. C. or American Ba
keries Company pound cake. We)
have these A. B. C. cakes in the
reund 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. (. cake means Amer
iczn Bakeries Company, does it?”
Yes, try some.” And he gave us
each generous slices of the various
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 cakesg in
waxed paper and boxing them in
the neat cartons that are -so’ at
tractive. r -
“And how do you like our plant?”
asked our host as we stood in the
doorway preparing to leave. Befare
Marion or I could say a Word Frank
answered:
“It is perfectly wonderful, Mr. _
Montague. T want to thank you: for
giving me the ppportunity of see
ing and understanding the New
South Bakery.. The thing that dm
presses me is.the absolute cleanli
ness and perfect sanitafion of ‘the
entire place. The snow white walls,
which you 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
to the preparation of food. And
Marion can tell you——"
“Well T hope Marion can tell him
her baking days are over, Frank,
for that’s just what I guaranteed to
do,” T hastily interrupted. X
“Her baking days are over, now
and forevermore,” laughed Frank,
“and T'll have to hand it to Mr.
Montague for eonvincing me that
right- here in Atlanta we have a
magnificent plant, that for efficien
cy, cleanliness and genuine goed
ness can beat the things that meth
er used to make all to smash.”
“To prove it, Frank, let’s ' have
Butter-Nut Bread and Holsum Spe
cials for supper.” s
“Butter-Nut Bread and Holsum
Special forever,_ dear., - The best
bread and cake the world can pro
duce.” o
“Thank you, Frank.” »
“And thank you, George, for: in
troducing me to the Americgm;Ba
teries Company and teaching: met
my A, B. C’'s. %
5 o h TR