Judge — March 12, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Draws « wiRTHDAY? No, cutto; I'M Past 17 LONG SINCE by Gonvoy Gasst whole confection proclaimed a Parisian triumph. Pardon a* mere man’s ignorance—but the ensemble intrigued me at once. Surely you had that created for you abroad?” “So glad you like it, Mr. Bjohnson,”’ was her smiling re- ply, as she balanced a plait in her left hand, and smoothed her folds with the other, “/ always liked this dress. It is a simple thing, of course, but Simple? Yes, Miss Perkins, it is simple as all great art works are simple, It isa masterpiece. Why cannot we Amer icans produce such triumphs?” I am told it is becoming.” she answered. “I have another of a darker shade, modified by a loose frill or jabot “L do not like the other so well as this,” Mr. Bjohr insisted. “Lt cannot be so—so fetchi “But you haven't seen it?” Miss Perkins insisted. No. But L have seen this; and untit I see the other I must insist upon my conviction that this is without a rival.” And then the conversation went on with little variati theme. But ere they separated I heard Miss Perkins making plans so that Mr. Bjohnson should see the other costume in the near future. £ I caught the conversation with the débutante at a later stage, while Bjohnson was saying: 1 am certain that confection you wear with so much distinction can come only from Paris—the home of master. pieces “But it is only a simple little costume,” replied the Bud “There's really nothing to it.”” ‘Simple?’ Yes. Are not all masterpieces simple? Is not the Parthenon simple? » blundering American can produce such a triumph. You should always wear that shade, Miss Blossom ‘an any other bring out so effectively the color of your eyes?” I have a lovely pink gown trimmed with a dull rose that I om_ insisted am sure you would prefer to this,” Miss Bl eagerly And then Bjohnson swore other gown could rival the one ANSY, ARE YOU AT THE AGE WHEN WOMEN SUBTRACT she was wearing—and as I drifted away Miss Blossom was devising means whereby Bjohnson should be convinced that her other gown— So I had guessed Bjohnson’s scheme. Like all triumphs of art—it was simple. Nothing could be simpler! In Praise of Maturity By Micnani Hartan UR twenties are tedious years, Banal, stupid, inane, Awkward beyond all telling. Our thirties—oh, very much better! Fuller, rounder, saner, sounder. Our forties—at forty life but commences; By then we've come to our senses At fifty—half-century mark We begin to live, to love, to give— The journey half over, We spend our prime mellow years In roseate clover. A YEAR EVERY A Financial Invention \ group of commercial travelers were sitting in the smoking compartment of a Pullman. A heated argument was in prog. ress as to who was the greatest living inventor. It seemed to be a draw between Edison and the Wright Brothers. Everyone had taken sides except one quiet man of Jewish extraction Finally, as there seemed no way of settling the question by argument, one of the men suggested that they let Cohen decide This was agreed to, and it was put up to Cohen: “Vell,” he said, raising his shoulders, “how about the man that invented interest!” Drees by Cars. Baskenvine, J “Why pip YOU DROP THAT BAG ON MY FEET “BECAUSE IT’S TOO HEAVY TO HOLD IN ty HAND.