Judge — July 12, 1919 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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July 12,1919 by Newwas Asry How Dear ro My Dr ws Heart Are Fashion Violated B: Too Curxevix T was a time for the display of beautiful toilettes, and the nominally gentler sex had risen to the occasion Mrs. Corpu-Lent wore a sort of cloth-of-gold peplum from the waistline to the knees, above and below which there was little to obstruct the view but absolute simplicity. This contrast was not only striking, but chaste as well Mme. Slimanlean was adorned chiefly with jewels, these being set off by her coloring of a studiously artistic tone against the wall dec oration of similar hue, a most ation Matrons of the older set appeared in extreme décolleté, no bodice profaning the back, litue of anything under the arms, and less than noth ing in front. The result gave distinction to a style of dress that might otherwise have seemed too mature for beauty ‘The buds and young matrons of the evening were demure in gossamer creations of unim aginative character and keenly representing the latest novelties in Greek. ‘The one note of pronounced merriment was fed when little Miss Varden an nounced. She was arrayed none other. Her costume was without rattail train behind none at either side, no floating panels, no dis: play of her pretty knees. Instead, her raiment actually reached as low as her ankles. Again it mounted to her throat, and, as may be sus: pected, the consequent effect comic. Everybody tittered from sheer inability to avoid so doing. Never before was anyone in fetching combi bewitching Parisian soul was as was a DW nar i0my 4 tHe Scenes or My Cuitpioop this exclusive circle so utterly regardless. of propriety and decency as to appear in public privately public—as Miss Varden was now do- ing. in a costume that actually clothed the person, It was a flagrant exhibition long to be remembered in the Disillusioned Ry Kocury annals of the modes, Howann C Our gazes first met on a fair day in June. And we had not a care or a worry We sauntered along with our hearts in full tune. For we had no occasion to hurry She seemed like the sweetest of women to me And I hastened to tell her L thought so. That pleased her, I know, but evading me, she Inquired why my feclings were wrought so. I made no reply, for her beautiful face Had already set my head whirling. Such pinkness of flesh, and such wonderful grace i had not before scen in my girling. Her lips were alluring. their redness like wine; There was joy in the ring of her laughter; Her soul was exposed as her blue eves met m I wanted her always, thereafter She had beauty and grace, she was pure as the snow The scope of her mind was amazing. “My dear, you're not like other women I know,” Said 1, and continued my praising But just then she did a girl trick before me Which surprised me so much it was shocking We had paused, and I happened to look just as she Wiped the dust from each shoe on a stocking! oy CJ ‘Does Your Itch for a Pencil? J Cartooning. Ameri ced. Among the Jney Senith, ow they. T. McC utehe iI. Wee now torbyo 9738 Wareer Bide, Wisseapols, GREAT EXPECTATIONS are more than realized in sets WP NLLO ND #2 2,2 Satiatyi a asetyee Drink other ¢ stk overs by James s humor is subtle e1on heavy double inches), gurtable are now obtain Sent twenty-five cent JUDGE ART PRINT DEPARTMENT 225 Fifth Avenue New York City | — — HOTEL BINGHAM -- Philadelphia IN THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING ighted and comfortable roms, Hot and ¢ fa every room. Only hotel Bavin Wated connection with all Fall en 0 ke your ARGE well running. bway and stations, fernes and dep: fast. Special Liven vatb, SP 00D. FRANK KIMBLE, Mm. PRESS CLIPPING BUREAU We Je oy : Eurone ic searche", —T $6.00 per 109 notice HENRY ROMEIKE, 106-110 Seventh Ave., New York comicbooks.com