Evening Star Newspaper, April 22, 1923, Page 83

The Indian Summer Globe-Trotter. After Poor Dear Herbie's Demise, Cousin Lilla Decided To Be A Very Gay Globe - Trotting Widow, And, Oh My, The Things She’s See- ing! And Would You Believe It Not All The Galleries Of Europe Can Compare With The Art Treasures In The G. A. R. Exhibit Back Home In Bur- den, Wisconsin & Dumb But Happy. Is How The Catty Friends Of Mrs_ Jas. T. Gloss Would Describe That Lovely Lady. At Fifty, We:Find Mrs. Gloss Very Fond Of Caramel_Ice Cream, Murder Trials, Beauty Hints, And Any Per- manent Waves. A Very Placid Indian Summer THE SUNDAY STAR, Mrs. Waldo Emerson Fulsome, With A Long String Of Puritan Ancestors To Back Her Up If Need Ee. Is Having A Terrible Time. The Mother, If You Please. Of A Radical Daughter Who Talks and Talks With The Younger Intellectual Element About D. H. Laurence, “‘Ulysses.” And Whether Or Not The State Should Enforce A Law Compelling All Unmarried Young Ladies To Contribute One Child To The Scheme Of Things! Now What Do You Think Of That?> And What Indeed Would Great Aunt Tabitha Fulsome Think! Just Look At Poor Mrs. Fulsome Spending What Ought To Be A Calm Indian Summer Afternoon. Under That Horrible, Modern Art Still Life That Caroline Would Bring Home From The Independent Exhibition. The Puritan Ancestors Have Fallen Down Flat In Mrs. Fulsome's Darkest Hour (LEFT) Some Women Get Stylisher And Stylish- er As They Cross The Border Of Middle Age, Making Of Indian Summer A Blinding Autumn Sunset Indian Summer Is A Grand And Glorious Time For The Lady Who Is, Oh, So Interested In Move- ments—Little Theater Movements, Civic Move- ments, Art Movements And Welfare Movements Indian Summer For A Great Many Estimable Ladies—And By Indian Summer Any Age Be- tween Fifty And Ninety Is Meant, Becomes A Period Of Great Mental Unrest. It's A'Struggle For Any Lady With A Background Of House- hold Cuties To Focus On Any Subject For Long. Sooner Or Later A Faraway Look Creeps Into Her Eye And You Know That Even Though Her Lips Say **Yes, Indeed!” Or “How Nice 'fhlt Must Be!” She's Wondering If Hilda Remembered To Order The Chope. Or If The Furnace Man Did What He Was Told To Do About The Ashes, Or If Tonight Is The Night Roger s To Bring Mr. Bentley To Dinner WASHINGTON, D. C—ROTOGRAVURE SECTION—APRIL 22. 1923. INDIAN SUMMER By W. E. HILL Copyright, 1923, by The Chicago Tribune For The Lady Who Was A Great Belle In Her Early Days, And Can't Seem To Get Over It, In- dian Summer Is An Awfully Coy, Gurgly Period Indian Summer In Sequestered Com- munities Is Just As Fraught With Activity For The Born Social Leader As It Is In The Big City, Where Only Too Often Nobody Cares. Take Mrs. Carl Hammit For Example— Chairman Of The Ladies’ Aid, Mem- ber Of The Methodist Choir. Secre- tary And Treasurer Of The Reading Club And Prime Mover In The Com- ing Fried Oyster Supper In The Church Parlors. That’s A Full Pro- gram For Any Social Light! Mrs. Harvey Smythe-Smith, Exponent Of All That Is Grandest In Our Very First Families, Gets Grander And Grander As Time Goes On. Her Pet Themes Have To Do With Kings And Queens And The Social Register. She's On Her Way Now To Lunch With A Very Dear Friend And They Are Going To Discuss Whether Or No Poor, Dear Princess Letitia Of The Principality Of Boo Boo Cid Wrong By Leaving The Bed And Board Of Her Royal Spouse, Prince Rigadom Of Gareia ® Wl e