Judge — October 30, 1920 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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“Tus 13 A Mas’s GARMENT!” A Caprice of Curiosity By J. A. Watprox Mlustration by Lawrence Fetirows HE Dawson Finishing School was an exclusive institu- tion. The young women accepted by it to be trained that they might reflect credit upon their parents when they entered society had responsibilities as to conduct. And the school was so well patronized by the financially and socially elect that no girl of merely ordinary prospects could hope to enter it. The Misses Dawson, spinsters, directors of the school, sat together in their executive office one morning, shaking their heads and whispering. ‘heir faces pictured dismay and their manner determination. They awaited the coming of four of their students who had been summoned to their austere presence Something which scemed quite scandalous had been discov- ered by underlings and reported to the spinsters. The four girls in question were intimates, and had been placed in a dormitory by themselves. And they were to be examined in secret, for it would not do to let the matter involved become known to other young women in the institution. All at once the room, ordinarily as unattractive as the spin sters themselves, was made brilliant by youth and its trappings. The Misses Hackley, Lessel, Jay and Nestell, the culprits, tripped in. It can almost be said they danced in, for they were buoyant. Their faces were fresh and joyous, their attire fetch- ing, and their types of beauty contrasted to make a veritable bouquet of loveliness. They were the Three Graces, with a fourth added, and they typed modern femininity in its most attractive stage. “Be seated, young ladies, please,” said Marilla Dawson, the elder spinster, who was usually mistress of ceremonies. If such a thing were possible, acid might have been distilled from her tone. The irls fluttered charmingly into chairs. At any rate, their graces would have charmed any but the spinsters. ve a serious matter to broach,” continued Marilla ia, the younger spinster, nodded affirmation “Tha Sophron: “As all of you are in one room.” Marilla went on, “there can be no great secrets between you. In other words, what is known to one must be known te " The girls looked at one another, smiling. Miss Nestell, who had the most mischievous air, giggled