Life, 1905-12-21 · page 10 of 30
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The page contains three distinct sections: 1. **"Our Paris Letter"** by Vivian de Bretelle describes fashionable women's clothing, focusing on a "ravissante creation" featuring a tobacco-yellow silk skirt with velvet trim and Empire-style bodice. This is straightforward fashion commentary, not satire. 2. **The cartoon** (captioned "Father, I shall not go to college this year") depicts a rural farmer and his daughter, illustrating a story about financial hardship—the family cannot afford college tuition due to mortgage payments on their farm. 3. **"Our $50,000 Prize Story"** begins a serialized fiction about Maisie Meadowlark, a young farm girl, apparently focusing on romance and social mobility. The page reflects early 20th-century concerns about rural poverty and limited educational access for farm families.
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772 will give a pleasing note of color toa man's ordinarily somber costume. If the engagement outlast the pres- entation of these articles, it is an omen that the match is made in heaven. Our Paris Letter. BY VIVIAN DE BRETELLE, HILE din haute mondaine a a ng with some of the or two ago, I noticed a ravéssante création which seemed especially adapted for the woman in bu Natural she wishes to look as trim and attract- ive as possible, and Iam sure she will NESS. welcome this little office costume avec avidite, The ¢rotteuse skirt tobacco- yellow silk mousseline with a hollow toursade of vel The front has a tablier of wistaria-colored satin cloth, The bodice is a chic combination of the Empire and Directotre styles, with a Robespierre collar and Napoleon rever: An automobile coat in the American Beauty tones with collarand bands in Wedgewood green velvet com- plete this simple but effective little costume, is of Color Harmonies in Delicious Delicacies. MOVE the shelis of six eggs, then boil the eggs thirty minutes; color a delicate green with arsenic, and add catsup and pistachio ice cream. When of the consistency of a very thick purée, let it remain in pickle for three days; then serve on a pale blue and gold platter, If anc should be used, the flavor would be lost. Garnish with marinaded canta- loupe Boil twenty cucumbers until they are so tender that they can be pierced with straw; then mix with one pound of desiccated cocoanut and a dash of an- her color PHOTOGRAPH OF ONE OF OUR DELICIOUS DELICACIES, “ Father, chovy essence. let with aniline dye, Color a deep, rich sear- nd place in a bed Garnish with deli- raw pota- with a chocolate and of pink shaddoe cate, transparent slices of toes, and serve sherry sauce. Mash ten bananas thoroughly with 1 heaping tablespoon of cayenne per When add a quart of at flavored with rve hot in lob- bride roses one cup of bl results, broiled live lobster mi an emulsion cinnamon and sugar. ster shells, garnished with nd asparagus fern Our $50,000 Prize Story. MAISIE MEADOWLARK'S MACHINATIONS, NE besutifal morning in the early Maisie Meadowlark, a fair, girl of scarce seventeen sunm ood among the pink and white apple blossoms in the flowering rd Tt was evident that the girl had just known some crushing sorrow, for her 1 figure shook with heavy seeing her father, Farmer Mead- . milking the cows in an adja- field, dashed a handful of sobs. she cent tears from her violet eyes, and said, h a brave, bright smile: ‘ather, I overheard you and moth- er talking last night, and T know that it will take all the money from the crops to pay off the mortgage on the I shail not go to college this year. old farm; and so, father, I shall not go to college this year as I—I had so longed to do.” Farmer Meadowlark leaned his head against the nearest cow, and wiped his. nose on a blue and red cotton handker- chief—always with him a sign of in- tense emotion. “Oh, Maisie, Maisie,” he moaned. “And I wanted you to have an eddi- cation!” At this moment his wife stepped for- ward and laid her hand upon his shoulder. “Maisie has spoken well,” she said, cheeri nd her noble act of self-sacrifice may yet bring great rewards. Providence is watching o'er id there is more than one kind of an cddication. Young Reginald Skina- cent, who is worth twenty-nine million dollars, smashed himself and his auto- mobile at our very doors this after- noon. I have already discovered shat his mother and myself attended the same little red schoolhouse, and I have induced him to remain with us several us, an That night as Maisie knelt—because room to stand—in her under the roof whis- there wasn't little white chamber and unbound her tresses, pered to her mother, with glowing blushes: “Will trying to win the af- she fections of Reginald Skinacent be as nice as going to college?”