Meanwhile London is excessively hot and very flat. The dress experts have Mlocked to Paris, which must be even hotter, and are sending all sorts of stories of the autumn fashions, "The Queen's influence on coming modes is conspicuous wherever turn," says one. At the opera gala Her''Mojesty carried a long ostrich: feather fan; so ostrich feathers every. where, even on the sleeves of evening frocks, and more pelt for that already wealthy and" undeserving place, South Africa, Another cor Fespondent dwells on the ransacking, of the world, Java, China, Persia and Spain, for new colours." Java produces' jewelled embroidery, China red and gold brocade, Spain boleros and matador hats, Persia sends a new tint "shocking pink." Is this variant of Charles Graves! handkerchief—"the latest colour, crushed mouse?" But when it comes to shocking, what do you think of trousers for' dinner parties, cut on harem nes, very baggy and drawn in over the fect by Jewelled anklets? One reads that the mannequin who displayed them was not received with enthusiasm, Atter the success with which women have "rounded Cafe Turk" and even weathered Point Seraglio, harem trousers are putting back the clock too far, One correspondent bids us prepare for "high unicorn-shaped hats" and wonders what will be done about them at matinees. Which urges me, at the risk of a chestnut, to recall the story of the man at 'a matinee who asked a woman in front of him to take off her hat. "I can't," she said, "I washed my hair last' night and itis be all over the place it I do." Presently she turned and said to him, "I do wish you wouldn't fidget so, that's the third time you've kicked' me." "I'm sorry, madam," ho replied, "I washed my fect last night and i've simply no control over them."
So, you see, Paris is preparing all sorts of exciting experiences for us.
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