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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 10, 1913, Image 14

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come as those -who "buy garments 'the
last cry.' "
Paul Poiret ha3 some astounding
ideas in regard tOLWomen'scpstumes,,(
and he has left hisParisstudlo to
make a tour of the.. United" States" to
"teach" American1 -women HOW TO
DRESS! , V .-. '
He says first'SIMPLICITY."
But PoireTsimplicity is like that vof j-I mean!
a tieer lily or-abrilliant'rainbow.. It
is simplicity7-of line but 'NOT ,orf
And while he" is -clothing his wife
in the simplest of "gowns, the "won
derful" creations he sends over here
to. tempt the taste of our restless so
ciety women looks like the emana
tipnsof an advanced "cubist."
- "W6menare going to wear trous
ers,"'he' said -to me, "and in the near
future! , Ohfhey will never wear
tnem on tne; street, vui in me nouse,
Will we "women follow these bizarre
ideas of his even after his tour of
"enlightenment?" That remains for
Monster Poiret and us to see!
Ever see a chap'who.at a crisis fn his career, decidedvwhat he should
do by flipping a dollar?
It's so much easier to" rely on blind chance thaa'td -exercise judgment!
The world contains mafny such people. They're the suckers "who, the
old saw tells us, are born every minute. Not bad folks you .understand;
just weak in will power. When they fail, as most of 'em do, the excuse
that they offer is that luck is against them.
Among them -are the patrons of clairvoyants, and fortune tellers. Such
should read the confessions of an assistant clairvoyant recently printed in
the Outlook. Here is a sample:
"Among people of high professional standing we did a big business in
charms and love philters and balms. To a young lawyer of national reputa
tion we sold a salve which hewas to rub into his chest just over the heart,
to ease the pain from a love affair he had had., Xhad prepared the salve
or 'balm' myself, just as I prepared them all; it was composed of nothing
but potato pulp. Sometimes I used turnip. The love powders were plain
baking soda."
The merit in such concoctions surpassing that of some medicines
is that, though they couldn't possibly do any direct good, they were equally
powerless to harm.
No; we will have to take that back. They do do harm. They weaken
the will power.
Your will is like a muscle; it grows, flabby from lackrof exercise. Use
it. Cultivate self-reliance. Fight your own battles. Don't hang on the
skirts of mystery or chance. It isn't the gold-brickhig that hurts you most.
It's the doping of your precious will power that faculty which distin
guishes man from tile dumb beasts and makes it possible for him to re
.sembleagod. o o " "
"Why did you never marry, Tom?"
inquired the young Benedict of the
old bachelor. ,
"Well, you see," replied the single
one, "when I was quite a lad I re
solved never to marry till I found my
ideal woman."
The youthful husband smiled.
"Yes," continued the other. "The
quest was not an easy one, but, at
last, after many years, I found ,her."-
"Lucky beggar! And then?"
"Ah!" the bachelor, sighed. "She
happened to be looking for the ideal
man," he murmured sadly. -
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