Nature being a cunning mother arrays the flowers in beauty to attract the moth that carries the pollen. This is the means to the end which nature uses in all her departments, and then as her relaxation from work well done she paints for us the rainbow and the winter's dawn.
Becoming dress interprets us to the world. A well cut frock has given many self-abnegating women a moral support. It isa talisman that insures its wearer against attack.
Veiver versus CaLico.
In " recent magazine I read an article on the velvet and calico) girls. The writer said that to certain women belong the velvet! and soft satin, while others have as their portion the calico and crisp fabrics.
There is much truth in this statement. There are women who suggest purple shadows, moonlit nights, crumbling arches, and snatches of song borne across perfumed space. These are the women of soft, clinging salm and strokable velvet. Mary Garden is such a woman. Imagine that gorgeous passion-flower in calico! I saw her one night wearing ruby-coloured satin that was swirled about her with two movements. It had not: an inch of trimming; above it that bronze hair and those tigerish eyes looked like the tawny lights that leap upward from crimson flames. There are women who suggest all that is crisp and alert. for them the calico and stiff silks.
Tuex Wxo Wieww tue Scissors.
To dress in harmony with one's personality and ambitions means the courage to slay Mrs. Grundy, who after all is an insignificant little person behind "a mask of conventionality. The men and women who sit in Paris, London and. New York and Wield the scissors are more mighty than kings and queens, for they direct more than half this world of slaves. We must be fortified against them to help nature to accomplish her mission with beauty. If we study ourselves instead of the fashion books, our station instead of the station of another, and find the key note of our personality, and then measure ap to all these by using dress and manners to interpret them we shall be well fortified in harmony.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.