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<Copyright. by the Ridgeway Company.)
BURIED away in the records
of the American Sea
men’s society, the writer
- recently discovered a re-
I , port made by the Cap*
tain of the bark Anjou
(2,069 tons) upon his ar-
j rival in Marseilles
aboard the liner Ernest
Simons in 3906.
After a mysterious disappearance
from the face of the earth for a period
of many months, he reappeared. Dur
ing this time not only bad all trace
of the captain himself been lost, but,
alas, of the Anjou with her crew and
twenty-five passengers.
The scant, scenario-like report, una
dorned further, follows in the cap
tain’s words:
“The Anjou, while on a voyage from
Sydney to Falmouth, was wrecked on
one of the Auckland group in the Pa
cific. We had
Keft Sydney on
January 20, and
during a thick Mr
fog and rough ?
weather on Feb- m*Bm&**Sm™*
ruary 4 the ship
struck on a reef.
The masts fell
and smashed some of the small boats,
end there was a panic on board.
“Fortunately all escaped in the
boats that remained whole, but many
were only partly dressed and some not
at all. After a terrible experience in a
heavy gale, lasting for almost a whole
day, wo reached the shore of one of
the deserted islands the following aft
ernoon and, after a battle with the
heavy sea, managed to drag our bodies
p on to the land.
“Naked and wounded, for what
clothes we had had been ripped off,
•our bodies torn and bruised by being
battered around, we looked like a band
of phantoms marching on to the con
quest of some Infernal island.
"Almost starved, we lighted a big
Ore with flint and attracted some sea
jbirds which w r e captured and ate. Mak
ing clothes for ourselves out of long
grass and leaves, we started out to ex
plore the island. After a search that
(lasted three days, some of our party
(discovered a rude shelter, showing
(that shipwrecked people had been
fthere at some time before.
“On the following days we killed,
;with rocks, a number of albatross and
caught a quantity of shellfish, on
which we subsisted. Also, we captur
ed a small seacow, which proved to
be decent eating.
“Asa chance of making our condi
tion known, we caught three albatross
alive and set them free with bark
cards tied around their necks, stating
our plight in French and English. But
day after day passed and help failed
to come.
“We resolved to make the best of
our condition, because w r e feared —and
rightly so—that we might be left on
the island for months, even years, be
fore we could in some way or other
attract the attention of a passing ves
sel. The vessels, we knew, gave the
particular island we were on a very
wide berth.
“So we got up a little government
edl of our own and called ourselves the
‘Ship-wrecked Kingdom.’ Wo had a
sort of king, or boss, a cabinet of ad
visors and all that sort of thing. Our
■‘army’—or exploration party —was dis
patched into the interior of the island
and the ‘army,’ consisting of eight
men, discovered some wild sheep.
“On May 7, after we had been on
the Island Kingdom for over three
months, the New Zealand government
steamer Hinomoa rescued us. This
vessel had on board the two daughters
of Mr. Mills, the New Zealand Minis
ter of Commerce, who superintended
most of the work of helping us back
to our natural civilized state and, as
a token of our gratitude, we gave them
the cat that had been saved from the
wreck of the Anjou and that had gone
through all our troubles with us as
mascot of our little Kingdom.”
At the end of the captain’s report,
there Is the simple statement that ten
large vessels before the Anjou had
(been wrecked at the same spot during
iflfteen years, among them the Gen
ieva! Grant with a loss of seventy-five
And there are scores of true tales
like this that have never come to the
eyes of the great reading world, actual
romances and dramas of the deep that
rival the attempts of fiction.
The Voyage of the Kerosene-Laden
A ship’s fight against a storm, made
more exciting by the fact that some
dynamite happens to be included In
the cargo, is one of the favorite and
tock devices of the sea-fiction writers.
What would you think of a story
-concerning a leaking clipper ship, with
Ighty-Bix thousand cases of kerosene
and benzine aboard, that went through
Laments Engagement of Last Daugh
ter, Even Though She Is Mar
rying MUions.
Mr. Shrewdly to His Wife —Say, Mi
randa, I have been looking up that
young Henderson, and if our Ethel can
land him she’d better do it I been
looking him up, and Bradstreet has his
father down for a round million, and
he has a bachelor uncle who is down
for two millions more, and his mother
Is one of old Bill Smltherson’s girls,
jand old Bill is rated at four millions.
Young Henderson hasn’t sense
enough to come in when It rains, and
Ethel can land him if she tries. She’s
twenty-six and it will soon be a case
of the last car with her, so you better
tell her to fix it up with Henderson as
soon as she can. He’s such easy fruit
that some other girl will run him In if
Ethel doesn’t look out Better have
him to dinner tomorrow night and
we’ll clear out to the opera and leave
them alone.
Mr. Shrewdly to Henderson, Two
X*ys Later—So you want to take the
SEA i j
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wrecking storms, that was on the point
of being smashed to pieces every oth
er minute, and that was finally brought
to port eight thousand miles away?
She was saved only through the sleep
less efforts of her starved crew, who
for two and one-half months guarded
the shifting cargo against explosions
night and day.
The clipper Thornliebank, of Glas
gow, Captain Smith, left Philadelphia
bound for Wellington, New Zealand,
July 1, 1903. It carried a cargo of
eighty-six thousand cases of benzine
and kerosene. When the vessel reach
ed latitude 41 south, longitude, 13
east, off Cape of Good Hope, on Sep
tember 9, it encountered a cyclonic
storm of such unabating fury that for
days the Thornliebank threatened to
go under.
As the storm worked its havoc, the
men were compelled to lash them
selves to one another, after the fashion
of Alpine climbers, to prevent their be
ing sent overboard.
Let us quote now from the plain,
unvarnished record of the Thornlie
bank’s perilous trip.
“In the evening the ship gave a sud
den lurch, plunged into the seas and
for a moment was submerged from
stem to stern. Every one on board
thought she was foundering and the
sailors dropped on their knees and
prayed. While the vessel was sub
merged, everything movable was wash
ed overboard.
“After a fine struggle on the part of
the men, Captain Smith succeeded in
keeping the ship off before the gale
for safety, using oil from port and star
board and thus diminishing the force
of the gigantic waves. After a day
filled with awful dread, the weather be
gan to moderate and the ship was put
on her course again. The officers no
ticed soon after she had resumed her
course that she was moving sluggish
ly, so the wells were sounded and It
was found that there were eleven
inches of water below.
“After successfully battling with a
terrific hurricane, to realize that death
by drowning was still a matter of pos
sibility nerved the crew to redouble
their efforts to bring the vessel to a
safe harbor. Slowly but surely the
water was gaining. When the ship
took the heavy plunge that carried
away her deck-house and smashed sev
eral skylights, she started some of her
rivets. With the donkey-engine gone
there was no other alternative than to
use the hand pumps, and from that
day, September 10, to November 29,
they were kept going night and day—
two and a half months’ of incessant
“Not for an instant were the pumps
allowed to remain idle. With half the
crew below decks working to keep the
water down, the other half was labor
ing above decks to bring the vessel
to safe harbor. On November 6 the
Thornliebank rounded the South Cape
and the course was shaped for New
In other words, the sieve-like Thorn
liebank was brought by tireless and
fighting seamanship to her destination
after an eight thousand mile struggle
with death.
Here Is another real tale of the sea.
In actual sailor lore, they characterize
the story as that of “The Fire Wom
an of the Sea.” The latter, concretely,
was—or rather is, for they say she is
still alive at the age of eighty-four and
living in Massachusetts —Mrs. D. B.
Bates, the widow of a well-known
American sea captain. She later mar
ried Lieutenant James P. Hyde, of the
United States army. For years there
was a superstition among American
seamen that -whenever Mrs. Bates
went to sea a hoodoo fire was sure to
break out on the vessel that carried
According to the chornlcles of the
only birdllng left In our borne nest, do
you, boy? Well, I don’t know about
that. My wife and I have been hop
ing that the last of our four girls
would stay on with us, and this conies
as a great surprise to both Ethel’s
mother and me. I’m afraid I'll have to
talk it over with her mother first You
can’t understand what it means to a
father and a mother to have the last
one of their children leave the home
nest. Excuse my emotion. 1 suppose
that lam a foolish and selfish old
father, but the tears will come when
I think of our little Ethel going from
us, even with the man she loves and
who loves her.
It isn’t that 1 have anything at all
against you, for I have always regard
ed you as a man of character and one
sure to make his mark In the world.
Heigho! What sacrifices we parents
are called upon to endure! Weil, my
boy, I will talk it over with Ethel’s
mother and you come to dine with us
tomorrow evening and I guess we can
fix it up all right, even if it does give
our heartstrings a fearful tug. Ood
bless you, my boy! lam grateful that
<f our little girlie must go away from
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American Seamen's so
il. ciety, Mrs. Bates had more
narrow escapes from the
hoodoo fires that pursued
her than Kate Claxton ever
dreamed of. Mrs. Bates always went
to sea with her captain-husband.
Their first trip was made in 1850,
when her husband was in command
of the Boston ship Nonantum. On
July 27 Mrs. Bates left Baltimore on
the Nonantum for San Francisco. The
ship’s cargo was a thousand tons of
coal and a huge quantity of provisions
listed for Panama. When the Nonan
tum reached the latitude of the Rio de
la Plata flames broke out in the hold
and for twelve whole days Mrs. Bates,
her husband and the rest of the crew
stuck to the burning hulk and, by
fighting desperately with the fire, final
ly managed to bring the vessel to the
Falkland Islands before the flames ate
through its sides.
A mile from shore the fire conquered
the fighters and the Nonantum began
to fall apart as all hands got clear in
the small boats.
After weeks of waiting, the party on
the barren Island were picked up by
the Dundee ship Humayoon, bound
from Scotland to Valparaiso. The cargo
of the Humayoon was also coal, and,
when the -vessel reached Cape Horn,
the “Bates hoodoo” —as sailors always
called it —got in its work again and
the ship went up in flames. Mrs. Bates
and the others on the ship were com
pelled to take to the small boats.
The Liverpool ship Symmetry, bound
to Acapulco, rescued them. It was
learned that the Symmetry was laden
with coal, as the other two ships had
been, and Mrs. Bates and the sailors
gathered on deck and offered up pray
er that the “Bates hoodoo” would pass
them by this time.
During the first three hours that
Mrs. Bates was aboard nothing hap
pened. But the crew of the Symmetry
were so positive in their superstition
that a fire would surely break out If
she remained on the vessel, that Mrs.
Bates and her husband were persuad
ed to transfer themselves to the Fan
chon, that passed the Symmetry on
its course to San Francisco. The Fan
chon, Mrs. Bates learned to her hor
ror, was also laden with coal.
On Christmas night, several days
later, when the Fanchon was twelve
hundred miles from land, the usual
hoodoo-fire came about as sure as fate.
Half of the crew was quickly ordered
to go below and fight the flames add
Mrs. Bates, donning sailor’s clothes,
gave the men her assistance, remain
ing below on watch for two days aft
er the fire had been extinguished. Five
days later the Fanchon struck the
rocks of the Galapagos islands and
Mrs. Bates was one of those who was
hurled overboard by the shock of col
lision. Three hours after she reached
the shore —her life having been saved
by the merest chance —the flames
burst out on the Function once more
and one hour later the vessel was a
black ruin.
After living for weeks as Crusoes on
the island, the shipwrecked colony was
rescued by a passing bark. Mrs. Bates
was then transferred to the steamship
Republic, carrying four hundred pas
sengers. Five days out, the old hoo
doo again asserted Itself. Another
fierce flight with fire was in order, but
this time with little damage.
In short, fire followed Mrs. Bates
as a shadow, not only for years on sea,
but on land as well. Shortly after her
arrival in San Francisco that city suf
fered one its greatest conflagrations.
Six months later the hotel in which
Mrs. Bates was stopping in Marysville
was destroyed by fire and Mrs. Bates
narrowly escaped death.
Mrs. Bates, “the fire woman of the
sea,” is regarded by American sailors
as the most extraordinary escaper
from death that they have ever en
“He has very low tastes.”
“Yes, and among them is one for
us that she goes with one whom her
mother and I have learned to love and
esteem as we do you. I hope you don’t
think these tears unmanly. See you
tomorrow evening, dear boy.—Puck.
Bernard Shaw a “Good Fellow.*
At a luncheon of the Women’s Mu
nicipal league in the Hotel Martinique
the other afternoon, Annie Russell, the
actress, told of her personal experi
ences with Bernard Shaw.
“Mr. Shaw is a man of extreme kind
liness," she said, “and free from ego
tism, detaching himself from his work
while it is being rehearsed.”
To bear out her statements she read
letters from Mr. Shaw written to her
while she was rehearsing a part in
“Major Barbara.” In one letter he told
her she could show him more about
the part than he could show her.
Again he wrote:
“Do as you like and do not think of
the author. He will get more than hie
share anyway.”
She said the keen sense of humor al
ways was in evidence when a rehearsal
was In progress.
A Woman
Her Word
By Clara Inez Deacon
(Copyright. 1912, by Associated Literary
Elisha Ridgeway was a simple man
of forty and lived on a farm alone
and made his own bed and did his
own cooking. Time after time he was
asked why he didn’t marry, and time
after time his reply was:
“Mebbe I orter and mebbe not. I
dunno ’bout It.”
But there came a lime when he did
know. It was about a year after the
death of farmer Baker. Elisha had
known him and his wife for ten years.
For twelve months he- went over and
helped the widow out as a duty, but
one day he stopped his horses at the
plow r and rubbed his chin in a reflect
ive way and said to himself:
“Gosh all fish-hooks, but 1 guess I
ought to marry Nancy! That hired
man of hers needs a man to boss him.
and some of her cows are always
ailin’ or the hogs havin’ the cholera.
Elisha Ridgeway, it’s your duty.”
That evening he went over to see
the widow. He was more quiet than
usual, and by and by she took notice
and asked:
“ ’Lisha, anything on your mind?”
“Jest a leetle,” was the reply.
“ ’Tater-bugs ain’t come, have they?”
“Haven’t got a squint of a single
“Didn’t lose any turkeys by the last
cold rain?”
“Noap. What’s on my mind, Nancy,
is gettin’ married.”
“For the land’s sake!”
“Yes, I thought you’n me would get
“Hear the man talk!”
“Yes, I’m a-talkin’. Thought It all
over this afternoon. Better set the
weddin’ day.”
Elisha Ridgeway was a good-natured
man and meant well, but he made a
mistake. He made it because he was
an old bachelor. It did not occur to
him that a woman must be won. Even
a cross-eyed, lop-shouldered woman
Isn’t going to be picked up and lugged
off to the altar without enough hang
ing back to save appearances. Had
Elisha been courting for even a month
things might have been different, but
he hadn’t courted at all. He had sim
ply sat on the porch with the widow
md talked crops and country gossip.
There had been glorious sunsets and
dlvery moons and songs by the whlp
oorwills, but not so much as a sigh
rom him. And there was ething
“Yes, Lisha, Them Are the Very
else to obstruct the way. The widow
looked at him for a moment and then
** 'Lisha, there ain’t goin’ to be no
weddin’ day!”
“But why?”
“In the first place I’m all eat up
with astonishment, and in the next
you must have heard what Sarah
Jones said the day my husband was
“Don’t remember.”
“But I do, and so does a heap of
other folks. She keeps quiet for a
minute and then nods her head and
“ ‘You jest put it down in black and
jvhite that Nancy Baker will marry
igin as soon as the year is up.' ”
“Yes, ’Lisha, them are her very
tvords, and more’n a dozen women
aave got ’em writ down. D’ye think
I’m goin' to let the words of that old
grass widow come true? No siree!
“But it’s over a year,” he protested.
“Yes, It’s thirteen months, one day
and two hours, to be exact, but Sarah
,nes would giggle just the same.”
Hard to Get in a Word
Charles Rann Kennedy, the play
wright, holds the American and Eng
lish record for talking, according to
tho New York correspondent of the
Cincinnati Tlmes-Star. Mr. Kennedy
glories in talk. He revels in it. He
can talk more on any given subject
than any other playwright on earth.
He can talk without a subject. He
will furnish his own topic or talk on
yours. It makes no difference to him.
All he asks Is a listener. He has all
the rest of the works. Once Mr. Ken
nedy's manager dropped his watch
while visiting the playwright.
“Let me have that watch,” said
Kennery. “I know a fine watchmaker,
and I’ll take it to him for repairs.”
A week later the manager dropped
in. Mr. Kennedy began to talk. By
and by the manager made a few futile
movements of his hands, waved his
hat in adieu and went away.
The next day the manager called on
Hr. Kennedy again. Mr. Kennedy be
gan to talk. The manager said at !-
*T thought from what Jim said when
be found he’d got to go that he ex
pected us to get married.”
"Mebbe he did, but we ain't goin’ to
—not yet, anyway. 'Llsh, I’m a wom
an of my word. When I heard of what
Sarah Jones said 1 said to myself that
I wouldn’t marry agin under five years
at least, and I’ll keep my word.”
There was a groan from poor Elisha
that touched her heart, and her voice
was sympathetic as she said:
"I ain’t sayin’ that I don’t like you,
but I’m sayin’ you’ll have to wait four
years more.”
Another long-drawn groan.
“But you come over and court.
Courtin’ Is next to marryin’.”
Elisha groaned some more, but the
widow Baker was implacable. Four
years more if it killed her stone dead!
It was a lonely man that went home
to a lonely house.
The very next day, while he was at
the plow again, he heard the widow
calling for help and started on the
run to the rescue. A couple of tramps
had invaded 4he farmhouse and were
making threats. Elisha went for them
like a locomotive running away. He
banged them and slammed them, and
slammed them, and booted them, and
when they had crawled away to the
road the grateful widow said to him;
“ ’Lisha, I hate to break my word,
but we’ll take a year off them four
and make the time three.”
The old bachelor sighed over it, but
went his way. Three years was not
as long as four, no matter what al
manac one had in the house.
Luck is erratic. She will slam-bang
a man one day, and let him find a fat
w allet in the road on the next. In this
case, she didn’t slam-bang at all. She
just cuddled up to Elisha and told him
to go ahead and she would back him.
Two days after the tramp episode
the widow Baker raised a ladder be
side the house to tie up a growing
vine, and by a bit of carelessness she
lost her hold and hung head down
wards. It was Elisha that came to
her rescue again, and it was the wom
an who, after drinking a pint of hard
cider to steady her nerves, looked up
at him with grateful eyes and said:
“ ’Lisha Ridgeway, I’m a woman of
my w r ord, but I’ll be snummed if I
don’t take a year off them three*, leav
ing only two for you to wait! But for
you I’d be a dead woman now.”
Elisha thought of the two long years
and sighed and wrent his w r ay with a
feeling that Luck might keep things
going. She did. Only threa days later,
when he went to carry back a bor
rowed hoe, he found the widow Baker
In the well, where she had been for
three long hours, and was chilled
through and through. In drawing a
bucket of water she had leaned too far
over the curb.
“I was praying for you to come,”
she said with chattering teeth as he
looked down at her.
“You Jie the end of the rope around
you w r hen I let It down. Stop! Does
this take off another year?”
“’Lisha, you know I’m a woman of
my word,” was the reply.
“You are, Nancy.”
“I said four years and then three
years, and now, though I know how
Sarah Jones will giggle. I’m goin’ to
knock off still another year.”
“Good for you! Come up!”
One year now —only one! Elisha
wondered if Luck was going to turn
on him or continue being good. If he
could only smash that other year!
He had his opportunity. There came
a thunderstorm one midnight, and the
bolt that struck the widow Baker’s
house and set it afire raised him out
of bed and sent him running. The
rain, aided by a few pails of water,
doused the flames, and some more
hard cider brought the widow clear of
the shock. She had given herself up
for dead. After she could talk Elisha
seemed to expect her to say some
thing. She realized that he did, and
therefore led off:
“ ’Lisha, I’m a woman of my word!
I said five years, and then four— three
“And now, Nancy?”
“Sarah Jones is goin’ to giggle.”
Sun Power Wasted.
Measurements have shown that on a
clear, sunny day the sun transmitted
to the earth energy which correspond
ed to about 7,000 horsepower per
acre. At present all that is practical
ly wasted, or rather generally In la
calities where any addition to the
temperature could well be dispensed
with. Attempts have from time tc
time been made to utilize this enor
mous supply of energy, but not with
any great measure of success.
Woman an Active Politician,
Rough and Ready. Cal., is lucky
enough to have for registrars of vot
ers Miss Mamie Morrison, an expert
horsewoman who is highly popular,
and she has made anew record by
hunting up every voter in her baili
wick. spending ten hours a day in the
saddle. She takes her book to county
dances, too, and not a man or woman
escapes without registering.—lndian
apolis New r s.
Most people speculate because they
believe there are bigger fools than
themselves w T ho will draw the blanks.
tervals: “But, I say ” Being ar
Englishman, he had difficulty in get
ting unlimbered. Mr. Kennedy is also
an Englishman, but he has no trouble
with the limber. The manager did not
complete his sentence. The third day
the manager called again. They spent
four hours in pleasant converse by Mr
Kennedy. At the expiration of that
period the manager rose, put on hi£
hat and withdrew a typewritten papei
from his pocket.
“What’s this?” asked Kennedy. “A
summons? I remember ”
Mr. Kennedy spent a few minutes
In profitable and pleasing remini
scence. In the midst of it the man
ager fled, howling like a wolf. Wher
he had gone Mr. Kennedy looked at
the paper. It contained these words;
••Where did you take my watch to b
fixed? I’ve been trying to ask yoc
this for three days.”
Man is the only animal which chmr
tshes a perverted appetite.
Two Simple Costumes for the
Small Rulers of the Household
Coat for girl of four to six years. This is a little one-piece patterxr
that makes up well in cloth of some pretty light color. The collar and cuffs
are bound with silk of a darker shade than the cloth and have embroid
ered muslin collar and cuffs worn over them.
Hat of white straw with binding of silk on the brim; a long while
ostrich feather forms trimming.
Materials required: 1% yard 46 inches wide, % yard silk 22 inches wide
on the cross.
Dress for girl of four to six years. Cream delaine is used for this sim
ple little dress. There are three small tucks on each shoulder and two
Inch-wide tucks above the hem on skirt. The sleeves are finished with
lace ruffles.
Material required: 1% yard 44 inches wide.
foetal jor.ms
A Debut Party.
My sister and I are planning to
make our debut soon. I've read many
of your suggestions in the paper and
think them just splendid, but have not
seen anything suitable for this occa
sion. Ido want it to be nice, so that
people will remember It.
We have quite a large house, and
have three rooms in which we could
dance, but the floors are not waxed.
I thought possibly we could end up
with a little bit of dancing. I hope to
see some more of your excellent sug
gestions. M. M.
Debut parties are rather formal af
fairs. and should begin with a recep
tion at which the debutantes wear
their prettiest clothes and most gra
cious manners. Then I should have
a dinner party for as many young peo
ple as could be conveniently accom
modated, especially the girls who as
sist. Ask the men In for the evening,
and have a jolly little dance or cotil
lon. It is an easy matter to wax the
floors, and a piano and violin will
make sufficient music. The favors may
be as costly as your purse will per
mit, making them lasting souvenirs of
the happy occasion.
Questions From "Anxious.”
I am thirteen years old. Am I too
old to wear sandals? I wear a No. 3
shoe. Are sandals worn much this
year? Is it rude for a girl my age to
play baseball? Am I too young to
wear shirtwaists? What finger are the
shirtwaist rings worn on? Is a girl
the age of fourteen too old to play
with dolls? Would It be all right for
me to get some nice stockings and em
broider some design on them In tan?
1 wear short dress. What kind of a
design could you suggest that would
be pretty? ANXIOUS.
You are not too old to wear sandals
and they are always worn in warm
weaher, especially in the country or at
the seashore. It is not any more rude to
play baseball than any otter game of
ball. There seems to be co age ex
empt from the shirtwaist, L-Jt I much
prefer one-piece dresses or “middies.”
The rings mentioned are usually made
for and worn upon the little finger.
A girl Is never too old to play with
dolls, in my estimation. Personally I
prefer plain stockings, but you may
All Made to Match,
la the great London and Parisian
dressmaking establishments all the ac
cessories of the toilet are supplied by
the firm, so that the outfit may har
monize in every particular.
The range is very large; and each
item must pass the scrutiny and re
ceive the approbation of the head of
the firm before It Is sent out to a
.customer. Gloves, shoes, handker
chiefs and hosiery are supplied for
each customer, and for the evening
dress there is the appropriate scarf
and coiffure ornament.
Sach ornament for the dress, such
;as the clasp or buckle, and each one
for the hair Is individualistic. It can
not to be found elsewhere, because It
Is the design of one of the artists es
pecially engaged by the firm for the
[purpose of thinking out and making
such decorative details.
In one case shoulder plaques of blue
•turquoise, painted by hand, with tiny
pink roses, and surrounded with pearls
and diamonds, are the finishing touch
of an evening costwine. And In an
other slmili diamond clasps for the
scarf and smaller ones for the shoes
embroider "clocks” upon the sides, or
a monogram on the instep or a small
dotted or clover design on the front
up as far as the high shoe top line.
From "Sweet Sixteen.”
I am always interested in your col
umns and find them a great help. 1
am in doubt about a few questions
that bother me. A boy friend of mine
Is about to leave towrn and has asked
me to keep corresponding with him
and not to go with anyone else. Should
I keep this promise If 1 see someone
I like better? Is It proper to kiss a
boy good-bye at the train, whom I've
gone with for over a year? What
would be nice for a gift to give a boy
who Is going away? Most girls at the
age of sixteen do these things. Is It
proper? I want to know the right
I do not think a girl as young rr
you are should make such a promise
to any boy, and do not kiss him good
bye at the train. It would make you
conspicuous and you might regret It
some time. I know It is hard for all
you young people to look ahead, but
you will see things like I do some day
Give the boy a silver pencil or a desk
set, something that he will find con
venlent. Most boys like practical
cushions for their couches.
A Variety of Questions.
Do you think It Is proper for it
young man and a lady to have pic
tures taken together? Do you think
It Is all right to have a young boy
take you to a party at night? My
mother never objects to me talking tc
a boy and all the other girls talk tc
them and I do, too. I hope to have
my answers in the paper s< on.
H. A.
I hope I am not too late with your
answers. The correspondence is large
and the space small, so only a few let
ters can appear each week. There h
no harm In having pictures taken to
gether, especially of the postcard
variety, which are usually “just foi
fun,” and I suppose that ii what yov
mean. There is certainly no Impro
prlety in accepting a boy’s escort to
a party or in talking to boys. The>
are not dragons and I hope I never oh
ject to anything reasonable.
The Proper Thing to Do.
Kindly tell me what to do in this
matter. One of our neighbor’s daugh
ters was married. We received an
announcement card and one "at home'
card Inclosed. Does this announce
ment need a reply? In what form
should we write? We are not ac
quslnted with the bride and groom
Must we call on them or send our
cards when they return? Do w-e have
to send a present? LA FAYETTE.
All you have to do is to either call
on the date announced if you wish to
know the young couple, or send your
cards to arrive on that date. That
shows you received the announcement
and have done the proper thing.
are the work of a young man who
spends his time searching through the
archives of the past and evolving for
present day use personal ornament*
of all kinds.
Chiffons and Fringes.
To expect logic In matters of fash
lon is unreasonable.
Chiffons are weighted with heavy
Lace mingles with tulle and velvet
Sometimes fringe supplies the cut
motif of motor coats, cleverly pieced
together out of traveling rugs, with
the fringe carefully adjusted in all the
obvious places.
Silk fringe makes a graceful finish
to the hem of satin gowns.
It is imitated in pearls and borders
the edge of many evening dresses.
Some of the fringes resemble a
shower of precious stones caught by a
Others are manufactured by hand
and cost a respectable amount of louls
per meter.
They are much in vogue this season
and are used lavishly, regardless cl

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