Do you believe in fortune telling? O yes, of course we all know) that there's a lot of difference he-tween having some charming friend hold your hand while she points out the strength of your head line combined with the prodigious length and depth of your line, or lightly flicks the cards about while she promises all manner of delightful things "to your house, to your home, to yourself" or getting a slice of the future cut off for you in return for a contribution to some charity—a difference, we were saying between all these and going out to a professional and expending $10 or more that might just as well have been put into some stable investment such as sweepstake tickets.
Nevertheless, however strong minded we may be, there 's a lure towards the unknown, an attraction towards what is just out of sight, and upon this basic fact in human nature depends the inter interest felt in " costume telling. What people are wearing is always absorbing, but what they are going to wear is even more engrossing. Hence it is that we listen to the pronouncements of a style authority with awe, mixed with respect ful shivers, while she tells us what her reading of the sartorial heavens has revealed. To produce visions of ourselves dressed as we shall appear six months from date surely savours of the occult.
Just as one would never think of contradicting a fortuneteller as ohe listens, half credulous, to the seeming impossibilities predicted, so one bows meekly to the dictates of the high priestess of the cult of clothes. Only occasionally when removed from personal contact docs one dare resist ever so little the future as foretold by illustration or printed word. Hence, greatly daring—but even more fearing, we take issue with a few of th- fore casts set forth in a current bulletin from the misty world where styles are waiting to be born.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.