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FRENCH WINE TRADE IS
UPSET BY “DRY AMERICA 1 ’
Pir !». Americ * ’* orohH* lion up«*-1
France’s win* trad* Th« American mar
kwt for wines clow'd. the French **xport*
era of champagne and oti»*-r 'vines »**«L
another market This "Mb* found In
Uerthany. according to Luden Fontaine
of the Paris Chamber of Commerce
“If there is not luffUient market in
Germany. w< can ;>o t*» Holland. Den
mark. Auatrla and Die Balkans.” said M
Fontaine "We run And the market for
the suppressed Am re ha outlet in Europe,
I think
The exportation of a ins is net going
to b such u Lard problem u» f*» ve it
this tim* for we Ha\♦* not b*u-n produc
ing nearly much wins during th« war
as ere were before it
“What are Americans going I® do?'
asked M Fontaine of tip correspondent
"You know that all these soldiers will
mine the French wine In America I'to
'ou not think that Americans will nolle*
the situation than ‘he French’
Perhaps all these coldiern had better *ta
here eh?”
Prohibition of the importation .nto Am
erica of sloohol.i !»*•% erases u lit depths
France of commerce whi«‘h reached In
I*l tt more than fH.fW».OOO Before the
war the business was valued annually
at more than f2.000.A0h
Superfluous Fromiae-
Ths l/Over- ‘Promise me, darih , that
\«u will never lei any one come between
us’*'
Darling’s Father tin the backgroundi
--"From what I cun ee« of you I don't
know how any one can'“—London Mall
Exit Yoemanottes! Navy Can’t Afford the Ladies!
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fy.me W&OIWQ OF THt Y6OMANCTT6.
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grd | fir ! veOM^MeTre—
iNut W 3 ornMGWv '' 'y
NOT PITTSO OUT _ yif/ ts- ■* \t
with rno rfniMiNi NeCC3S'TV bihos jj
B ORDNANCE 9 s ° ® Jw\' ( \
does nOT S.UPPIY
the navy with catteries or )hgof
CURLING IRONS “■ aoTHB CAOIBS CANF
|BE TAKEN CRUISING . VAweS (3CIL I
• V CAROLYN VANCI DELL
Wiihmgttn. O C. YwmumHU* *r«
u» becuin#* V»uv <• t» uumiVa ia,4
dream- a drfftm of tmr women
TH .1 i hrrju iixi with • itlnoHon
I'fiAiiite the naval «.pproprtallQiiN bill died
of an ju »UitK of (Uibuavrriitf In
ihe *#nai«
The paaaage of th« hill ahptoitrtallng a
sow faatlv* million* wii highly ufren
aary to renew r-hn t>ut worn chin atrapa
provide not autniae* and other* lay aua*
tain A|vy damacl life
July lit la the day uaon which even
tha ‘m% that haa a alight mnnertlon
w»th the yeomaneitea. la « xjuMad to wear
a »unl««s aapect.
Ft la the <faN when funeral Doha wllfl
dron coha of aorrow and chunk a of plain
man Into the rirtarv *•**
ror It la the day when the preaent
The Great American Home
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Cio-nifS vVHrtUlbJ*j ! a Nc
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Who weuld ho fashionable must b? veiled! Pans with the support of New
York, doorosL a veil for every hat. Here are new models specially posed for
N. t A by Riflins Wallace, etar of “Friendly Enemies.”
.•ppioprlal lon (or yeotnen wjll <lrll»bl<;
iio>< fully otit to the last drop
Tlu weeping and walling of the nuvy
at the loan of tta efficient humlnitthlen*
w|U be mote loud and heart rending than
the ioniin of the wets of July 1
The «|U«‘Ntton that la being aafcrd—what
an- th** Tfoniuanettea going to do with
out the navy- la quite counterbalanced by
the question what U the navy going to
do with the yeomwnetlea’
Whether the paasago of the naval ap
propriation bill at the extra Hcaalon of
congreaa will allow the yeomen of the
aklrt wearing grarleN to be called hack
Into acrvlce remain* to be neen If It
dor* the navy will quickly avail Itaelf
of the privilege breauae of the very Im
portant place the glcla have made for
themeelvea In the nervier
Hut one thing the i i\n li.i? »>
The Augusta Herald Daily Home Page
PARIS DECREES VEILS FOR SPRING!
Hrn •limit It will not cnliet girl* for
service afloat. Land duty alone is al
low'd tft** rex.
■ Ymi *»'«• we ha Vi- i\o cogv boudoirs
“bo.i»d a battleship. * • xplaiti navy of
ficials "mo It would b.< quilt! impossible
to Lake them cruising.'
To offst-i this tlUn rlifunatlon against
the mo\ not one yeomariette has had to
undergo <mu t martial. There wep« cases
wldch would have resulted In court-mar
tial had the offender been a man. There
!>**\. boon stnh heinous offenses as tins
wearing •>( French .heela when low heels
order* • displaying of brown silken
« lad aukh . , when blue cotton ones were
regulation.
lint after gazing upon tho offending
yeoman.rite with chin strap pathetically
quivering, the court can do no more than
t bestow an apologetic frown
. wist: *
Veils have names all their own! At the
left It ‘‘Wendy,’* next “Bacchante,” third,
“Nenette,” and rifjht, “Twinkle.” Read
about ’em below!
I BY BETTY BROWN.)
New York.—Paris ;ayu veils! In fact no
t»clf-inspecting. out-of-door costume over
there considers itself complete thi3
pring without a veil, and no Farisenne
who prides herself on being well dressed
would think of going on the street un
veiled these days any more than she
woujd of going shoeless or glovelcss.
Of courae. New York is following suit
and the veils ure a riot. But, at that,
there are veils and veils: veils for
blondes, veils for brunets, veils to suit
different types of eyes and even dlf
freent temperaments and then. a 3 if that
were not compuicated enough already,
there are almost as many different ways
of wearing each kind of veil So, alto
gether, there, la much more to the wear
ing of a veil in this anno dornlni 1919
than merely buying it and putting it on.
To simplify the matter .somewhat, how
ever. most of the \eils» are named.
There is “Wendy” for instance. Like
her namesaeke In Peter Pan.” she is o«i
good terms with eternal youth and seems
to impart the air of it to her wearers.
She has an octagonal mesh with a heav
ier thread tunning in a acraggly sash
ion over It. and a border formed of chen
nille dots.
“Bacchante” In the vivid member of.
the veil rate, with hoi flower sprays and
grape-eluster-ltkc bunches of dots, all
on a sextafonal net background. She ia
lively in effect, yet possessed of a cer
tain impressive dignity and. altogether.
Is one of the high water marks among
spring v< lings.
•T winkle’ is so popular ihat Just about
one In every twenty young women has
possessed herself of one. “Twinkle” is
the coquette's veil, in that It Is calucu
lacted to transform a perfectly expres
sion into «n alluringly flirtatious one
with laughing eyes, whether those eyes
really laugh or not.
Then there is ’ Nenette.’ particularly
appropriate for the full-faced tvpe. es
pecially if the eye* are bright and the
lips Mlightly open to show the teeth.
These models are supplied by Van
Raalte of Fifth avenue. New York, but
all tin* shops are thick with veilings
equally chic and equally alluring.
IS PLEASING A MAN A
WOMAN’S SUPREME DUTY?
Senator Helen Ring Robinson says too
many women think so. Is thin true? Do
you think that most women like being
bossed* Mrs. Robinson says they do
Are women childishly Complacent? And
do they lie and backbite and yet call
themselves good? What do you think of
these accusations? Whether you agree
with her or not you are in for a stimu
lating half hour when you read Mrs
Robinson’s article in Pictorial Review for
May. Like all her writings it is bubbl
ing over with wjt and brilliancy. And
at ibet* same time she does not hesi
tate to state facte very frankly. It is
more than likely that this article w|U
stir up a hornet’s nes’ for its daring
author. •
THE JARR FAMILY
By ROY L. McCARDELL
Mrs. Jarr Finds That Meetings End In
Lovers' Journeys.
Mrs. Clara had tak
■a up nursing *nd cooking during the
w;r. These were relative studies —for
Ulivr ner i'Hiking was partaken of, she
luil sick nursing to do right away'
And today Mrs -farr's social friend
was making cup eustnrd for Mrs. Jarr.
;ed Mi. Jack Silver, who called in.
ar.d wj.- colled hack to tho kitchen. "I
love !*■ k>ol; upon a scene like this!
Aud the only weU-to-Ho bachelor the
.Tarrs knew swept his hand around to
indicate ("era Mudrtdge-Smlth. Mrs. Jarr.
and the cooling glasses of cup custard
on the covers of what flat dwellers ca»
"the stationary waehtubr.' as though
other v ashlube moved about.
■ Why. we are having quite an old
lashiorird party here in the kitchen"’
"It's rather a messy scene." said M»J
Jarr. 'And 1 want to say right here
i hat It's all the messy aoeues I want to
be In. t’Urn Mudndge-Sintth. you have
a husband! Kven If n« Is old—and gen
rrous with hla money to you—that Is no
reason you should oe indiscreet! You
have no right tq make a meeting place
with Jack silver of my house! It m»y
be humble, but"<-
And Mr* JaP glared around with
virtuous Indignation.
v'lara Mudrldge-Smlth gave Mrs Jgrr
s bab' stare of mlld-eysd Innocence
while Jerk Silver, who, now be wras out
of uniform and in "civilians." and was
earning his yellow gloves in Ms right
hand, was so astonished that he slapped
the gloves against his derby hat. which
Ur was holding In hla left hand And In
so doing the cane fell from under his arm
and broke one of the cupa that held the
.'Ustsid Oh. degrl
The noise and ronfualon made all In the
kitchen tinawamof a ling at the hell, and
Hettrude the maid displaced who had
been sulking by tho let bqj In the hall
answered It.
Oh, come I say!" expostulated Mr
Silver to Mrs Jarr. "Clara and 1 are
old friends end whsn she telephoned me
ehr was going to make cup custard for
you—and It would be a great lark to come
and help you"--
"Oh. dear!" whimpered Mrs Mudr dga
smith "Oh. to think such a thin* should
be sa*d to mol"
■ Wretch!" cried a voice In the door
way
And all turned to hahold the aldarly
husband of the young matron
\\ hethrr he meant his wife was a
wrote* o; Jack Stiver was a wrttch or
Mrs. Jarr was a wretch, he did not say
But he was looking at Mr Silver
"OV I say;" be»an the perturbed Mr
Silver again
But Mrs. Jarr In an endsaror to nip
•caudal In the bud. exclaimed sweetly
"What—wh«t a lurprlec! Let us all
go In the front ooornl
They had to go somewhere, aa there
"as no more ream In the Vichen
Rrallslti* that trouble mutt bs averted.
M i Jarr gently puehed Mr Smith be.
fore her to the front room, and hr fu.ied
neneusly with his long chin whiskers
while Mrs Jarr rattled on about what a
lolly, oldfashionod cooking party they
were having
Rut little did ahe rack that more com
pany and more trouble were coming, for
Juet as Mr* Jarr bad con Wooed tho In*
dignant old gentleman that she was the
person who had telephoned him his wife
was at Mrs. Jarr’s meeting her old beau,
a dramatic voice was heard to exclaim:
“And I’ve caught you dead to rights!”
It was the voice of “La Superba. the
Firefly Venus." “The most sensational
act in vaudeville.” who was now' making
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TWO MINUTES OF OPTIMISM
Ity Herman J. Stick
GO SI-OW ON FAST FRIENDS
Time outwits the cleverest Cunningly and unsparingly the years do their
work. Once the flames of j*>uth’s vigor are extinguished—once the burning
embers of health have died a;nd turned ash —once dissipation s imperious tolls
are exacted —the flicker of vitflity is out, and neither indomitability of deter
mination, nor fierceness and iorce of will, nor the most colossal strength of
resolution can again fan it ;*> a flame. You’ve lost.
The march of the miuutai is relentless Father Time sometimes saunter*
or strolls with you—but at /<*ur challenge he imponderably rushes you to pre
mature middle or old age h»&'dessnessi and incapacity. The pleasures of turn
ing the town red fall far sli«*rt whenbalanced against turning yourself wreck.
Don’t cheat 4 yourself.
Loose living steals your y»iars and picks your pockets. Posterity and
prosperity scorn the profligate and prodigal. Vitality’s plunderers are tragic
blunderers. Denravity always runs true to form—it runs its coddlers to ruin.
You can strike a killing pace—you can run a joyous and hectic race—you
can laugh in Father Time’s Dire—but not for long. Soon he’ll have the laugh
on you. You wouldn't put !p»th shoes on one foot—and you can’t ’turn night
Into light without paying the •inevitable price. Better ro slow ori fast friends.
a little sensation in private lip». Aha.
the piot thickens! Jack Silver had been
paying attention to Yaudevillets shape
liest star!
“Why, Birdie!” was all Mr. HiArcr could
say.
“Yes. ‘Why Birdie” ” mimickfid La .Su
perba. ”1 knowed you was ca inin’ me:
I’ve had you trailed by Pizzitakys Silent
Eye Detective Agency, and 1 knowed
you'd be here! And I knowed this party
would be here, and T telephoned her
husband. Has he came?”
But Mrs. Clara Mudridge-Smith's hus
band peered frightenedly down the hail.
’ Yes, yes, it is a mistake! I feel sure
it is a mistake!” he said. “I did not
know the person who telephoned me; I
couldn’t tell her voice over thfc phone,
but I see now r that it’s the saram er—er
young female who is nbw making such
a row!”
“I shall go to my husband!’’ tlhe voice
of Mrs. Muaridge-Smith was heard to say.
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“Creature. I do not know you!"
“Oh. you know me all right, and 1
know you! Ain’t you satisfied with hav
ing a husband v. ithout trying to steal my
finance?”
Mrs. Muclridge-Smith rushed into th«
from room and dramatically exclaimed:
“You do not believe that person! I
know you do not believe her! ’
“Why. if it ain’t old Billy Smith!” said
La Superba, looking in.
And her mocking gaze was on Mrs.
Clara Mudridge-Spilth’s husband.
“I knowed him ten years ago!” added
La Superba.
“Before we were married, my dear!”
stammered the old gentleman, almost
pulling out his beard in his agitation.
“Don’t speak to me!” cried his indign
ant bride. “All men are wretches?”
"We were making cup custard only to
get In a nice ‘jam:’ ” moaned ex-Ensign
Silver, and, scorned by Mrs. Jarr, all her
guests sorrowfully departed.
By Maurice Ketten