Evening Star Newspaper, June 8, 1924, Page 77

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. JUNEK 8, 1924—PART 5. Problem of Dressing the Flapper for Coming Summer Season BY MARY MARSHA LAPPER Styles, as they were written with a big . F and a LIk & may bo a thing of the past; flapper manners may be improving, and fNapper morals may not be in so perilous a condition as they séethed to be to many a few Years ago.. In fact. the whole flapper question may Be a bit passee at the present time. But the flapper: as she really exlsted for decades before any onc thought of regarding her with concern and alarm, fs still with us and the problem of dressing her is just as interesting and as difficult. Many of us can remember when “flapper” was just a bit of English slang, like “swank” and “beaver.” Klapper, of course, was used to in- dicate the awkward young girl of fifteen or so, rather too big to wear SMALL PRINTED CHIFFON HAT AND LARGE ¢ K RIBBON TRIMS THE HAT. Which MATERIAL Things BLA little girl clothes and too YOung to wear women's, She was very often of the all arms and all legs variety, unused to wearing finery, rather self. consclous yet not unattractive. She was indeed a fledgling—a young wild duck unable to fiy, flapping along on the water. Ae the term came eventually to be used it carried with it quite a dif- ferent significance. It indicated the precocious, sophisticated young girl who seemed to be prematurely wise in the matter of dress as well as most other subjects. She was a young fledgling, who in her brief career outside the nest had come to know more about flying than her mother. Flapper - clothes in that sense are quite a different proposition from flapper clothes in the former sense, but it is the clothes of the flapper CARF I} as we used to know her, the rather awkward girl of In-between age, that call for closest consideration. Theoretically it may be that or gandie, tulles and other rather ctisp materials ‘make charming evening frocks for the girl of flapper years, but'in actual practice it often turns out that the crisp, fresh fabrics of this genus add to rather than detract from the flapper's awkwardness; the demureness that we hoped would be 80 becoming only helghtens her em- barrassment. * ok ok ¥ JEVERY young girl really yearns to wear the soft clinging fabrics for evening. Georgeétte crepe is her am- bitlon. In planning “the summer wardrobe of your flapper daughter don't overlook at least one white georgette crepe frock. It will serve a multitude of occaslons. Worn this evening with a scarlet chiffon scarf it presents quite a different appear- ance than when worn last week with an enormous yellow rose posed at the girdle and a scart of yellow georgette edged with yellow ostrich. With a jade necklace and a jade green soarf your flapper will be quite a different creature, though she wears the same frock. Less serviceable, though still highly desirable, are the georgette frocks of the clear pastel hues that have been chosen o frequently this spring and summer in the making of voung zirlg’ frocks. These clear pastel tones have been sjioken of as “Directoire shndes. And doubtless vou could find precedents for them in the fashlons prescribed by Paris in the early years t century. Some one else with .ddiction to the lore of history has dubbed them “ice cream colors, because they really do suggest the clear, strong pastel tones of a Neapolitan brick. If any fashion ever does honestly originate in this land of ours, the chances are it is among the flappers or those young women who are just past the flapper age. For the young girl cares precious little about the prestige and name of great designers, and she would sooner Wear & new style because certain smartly dressed girls in her school had adopted it than Lecause it affected by well dressed women in France. The chances are that flapper daughter of | vours would think most smart French women absurdly dressed, anyway— because they did not conform to the | ideas of smartness as developed in her circle of flapper associates. And so it happens very often that, riding quite independently of France, American girls do develop a style of was AT LEFT, GREE KASHA CAPE AND SKIRT, WITH WHITE ALPACA JACKET AND BLOUSE. AT RIGHT, YELLOW CREPE DE CHINE SPORTS FROC] . WITH BOX-PLEATED SKIRT. on from one group of girls to an- other, from one smart school to an- their own—and it is a style passed Are othe of Interest The young girl is forever mak- ing experiments. She dotes on doing The mature woman has, or thinks she has, tried out the possibilities of her hair and so retains a single method of drassing i, varfed only occa- slonally by the changes of fashlon. JUust at present ntmbers of smart flappers are parting thelr straight babbed hair at the back and then brushing it te the front. Of courre, to do this it must be cut quite dif- ferontly than fér an ordinary bob, and once you have made up your mind that this is “the" way to “do” bobbed hair then the conventional shingled bob, the side part and the mop head bob, all seem lacking in wmartness. With the hair thus ar- ranged a bandeau may be quickly fastened in place, keeping the heavy front section from blowing back. The effoct, you may have observed, Is as if always there were & heavy gale blowing from aft. The participation of French girls In the American type of sports has had a telling Influence on American wports wear. It remalned for them to dovise sport frocks that were per- feotly suited to the demands of the game and at the same time utterly feminine. True though it Is that at fashionable European resorts where women from hers, there and every- where are assembled, the well- dressed English sportswoman is often awarded the verdict of being best Aressed on links, tennls courts, on horseback, still the American woman seemu to show less eagerness to copy the severe masculinity of the Eng- lish woman in sports than the easier fashion of the French woman There are many girls who xtill cling (o the boyish skirt for all kports wear, but there are others who incline to the French trick of wearing & more feminine sort of sport frock, avoiding the complication of separate blouse and skirt. Crepe de chine in yellow, green, blue, gray or beige makes frocks that we would not once have regarded as at all appropriate for serfous sportsmanship but which actually prove to be pre-eminently serviceable. (Gopyright, 1024.) Why Is a Blood Orange? THE truit commonly called blood orange is a cross between the ordinary orange and a pomegranate The juice of the latter is dark red and when an orange tree branch grafted into a pomegranate tree the resulting fruit takes the form of an orange, but shows traces of the juice of the larger fruit. The orange was originally a pear- shaped fruit, about the size of & com- mon cherry. Its evolution is due to her hair in new and marvelous ways. | 1,200 vears of cultivation. ANVIN PICTURE FROCK FOR THE FLAPPER. IT IS OF BLACK TAFFETA TRIMMED WITH EMBROIDERED WHITE ORG. CORAL RIBBONS FALL FROM THE POCK BOY to Younger ETS AND BLAC! FROM SLEEVE AND COLLAR. Readers Play ¢‘Still Water’’ This Summer he calls “Still water" they must stop in their track: The player with the ball then throws at the closest player, who can dodge, but cannot get out of his tracks. The player hit must then get the | ball. As soon as he is hit the rest {of the players start running again, but when he gets hold of the ball he | calls out “Still water,” and they must | top. He then throws the ball at | another player, and the game goes v it at camp, play it on hiking play it in the long summer evenings when the gangs of your neighborhood get together for such old standbys as “Run, sheep, run.” 1U's a lively game of skill and fun that you won't get tired of for a long, long time. An old tennis ball or some other soft ball, caps and a peppy bunch of | players—that's the equipment for CeEm the game of “Still water.” All the players, including the| pitcher, put their hats or caps in a row agaimst a wall or fence. The pitcher takes the ball and stands on a line drawn four feet from the hats. The other players watch their hats caretully. The game begins when the pitchar tosses the ball into one of the hats, either his own or one of the others. The owner of that hat must grab the ball and yell “Still water!” When he starts for h ether players run away, hat, the but when Camera Wins. When the Republic High School track team met the Valley City team for their annual meet some of the members of the latter complained be- cause Red Bunker, a former Republic sprinter, had been appointed judge of the races. “Of course he’ll try to give the contest to his own school,” they sald, “but if there's any doubt about who wins, ‘we'll stick up for our rights.” Jack Coffey, the star quarter-miler of the Republic team, had been dis- qualified at the last minute because his chemistry grade was low, and on the day of the meet he was feeling pretty blue because he couldf't help his team ouf. But he had gonme to Valley City anyway to take vlcl,lre! of the events, for he was almost ex- pert with the camera. At the meet Jack had to content himself with standing at the finish with Red and taking pictures of the winners as they came in. They were pretty evenly divided between the iwo towns, and when it came time for the relay at the end it was found that each side had an equal number of points and this last event would on until some one misses. If the one who throws the ball misses, a small stone called a “bad egg” is put in his cap and he is the pitcher mext time. The first player to get five “bad eggs”’ must pay A forfeit. The forfeit payer must stand with his face against the wall and each player gets a throw at him from a line drawn twenty-five paces away. You may choose some other forfeit if you like, but if you use the ball- throwing one be sure you've a soft decide the winning team. It was a close race. Jack snapped ba If no one manages to hit the the winner as he crossed the line, with the second so close behind it was hard to tell which got in first. “Republic, first,” called Red through his megaphone. Valley City's side of the grandstand rose in arms instantly, declaring in one voice that their man had won. Even the Republic folk ex- pressed surprise. It looked as though Valley City had come in first. A great clamor followed. The Val- ley City boys declared their intention of beating up the Republic team after dark. After supper at the little restaurant the Republic boys stood in front, wondering what to do. They knew their opponents were laying for them in front of the high school and would start a rumpus as they passed on their way*to the train. Suddenly somebody asked where Jack Coffey was, He hadn't been seen anywhere. “Beat it as soon as he heard the ‘word ‘fight,’” declared one boy. “Saw himself, headin’ for downtown. That's a piker's way to do—flunk out of the meet, the sneak off when we get our- selves in trouble.” The Valley City boys were starting up the street toward Republic's de- fenders. They were armed with something that looked suspiciously like eggs. The angry mob was just aiming its first avalanche of missiles forfeit paver it's considered that he’s paid his forfeit anyway, and he | goes back in the game, when a tall figure came tearing through the crowd. “Stop the fight,” velled the voice of Jack Coffey. “I've got photographs of the finish here. Just got them developed. Look and you'll see who won!" The leader of the Valley City crowd took a picture, distrustfully. He gazed a minute at it and then ut- tered an exclamation of surprise. Then he turned to his gang. ‘'S all off, fellows,” said he, giviog the pic- ture to those nearest him. What they saw was Republic's runner at the line, his.arm out, and the Valley City boy behind him—Republic had woa and the judge was right. —,— Must Be. “Hey, waiter! There's a plece of steel in thls bacon, What's the matter?” unno. hog. She Might Make It. A stout woman asked a little boy— Can you tell me if I can get through this gate to the park? Boy—I guess so; a load of hay just went through. Must be a razor back Written and Illastrated by EDWARD McCANDLISH. ROTHER BILLY POSSUM and Sister Charity Sugar Blossom had been engaged so long that, when they finally an- nounced a wedding, folks around the Big Pond all breathed a huge -sigh of relief. Invitations were made ready. Sister Abigail charged the committee on arrangements “not to invits no- body no lower than a clerk.” Brother Silas Lapwing allowed that this barred him out, since he was only a bottle washer. Quite a good deal of argument then took place as to whether any boot- leggers should be invited; those fa- voring that arrangement being of the opinion that a few bootleggers weré necessary to make the affair s suc- cess. The motion to admit hootleggers precipitated a near riot, but the final list of those Invited Included merely close personal friends of the couple in the neighborhood of the Big Pond. The wedding was held in the club- room at the Hollow Stump, and the great hall was crowded to capacity. Parson Billy Popcorn performed the ceremony, attired in handsome broad- cloth, kid glovés and patent leather pumps. The bride and groom were preceded by two little guinea pigs, dressed in lavender tulle, and carrying bouquets of sweet pease and orange blossoms. The bride wore a simple organdie of pink satin, with long sleeves of sheerest white, fashioned in bouffant style, with plain white stockings, and a double row of pearls amplifying her double chin. In striking contrast to the bride's attire was that of the bridesmalds. Misses Groundhog, Terrapin, Possum, Rabbit, and Raccoon, who wors plain cerise gowns, with deep berthas of organdie, offset by rows of genuine mother of pearl. The bridegroom wore a neat swal- low-tail coat, with ice cream pants, a checkered vest and all-wool under- wear, with buttonholes to mateh, Quite a good“time was had by all parties concerned in the affair, which was. terminated with a plentiful sup- ply of apples, nuts, raisins, “Invin- cible” stogies, and ‘“cafe noir."—B: courtesy of the Shantytown “Blister. Where Was the Blackguard The King—What ho, the guard! Page—Sorry, King, the guard's lost his umbrelia and. it's raining. The King—Then, what ho, the mud- guard! Her Opinion. He—You have read my new novel. How do you liKe it? She—The covers are too far apart. . His' Nationality. * Poor Student—Would a person who lived on the border between Ireland and Scotland de Scotch-Irish? Teacher—No; 1 think he would be a fish. | maker in turn, o 2 . Peartree’s Portrait Thomas Gainsborough was a little boy who liked to draw pictures better than he liked to do anything el The reason probably was because h could draw such good pictures. BY the time he was ten years old he had sketched every tree and cottage and all the boys and girls in his vil- lage of Sudbury, England. Thomas' father, who was a mil- liner and then a clothier and a crepe ¢ day came in the jomebody has been stealing pears out of our pear or- chard!" Tommy was almost as an- gry as his father to hear this news, for the big, fine pears were just be- ginning to get juicy and yellow, and if anybody was going to have those pears Tommy wanted to be the one. He decided to go about catching the thief, but when he told his father he would get the fellow, whoever he was, his father just laughed and =aid A fine chance a ten-year-old would have to catch anybody. Day after day went by and the pears continued to disappear as soon 1s they got ripe. One morning when Tom went out to the orchard to see house and sai | if there was .even one pear left for him to eat, he, was walking along slowly, drawing little pictures of all the things on the way, as he always did, when: he suddenly looked up to sea & big, burly fellow with an un- aven face in the.act of climbing over the stone wall to the pear trees. Tom didn't know what to do. He couldn’t capture the man, for he was too big and rough. If he ran to call his father, the man might get away while he was gone. Just as he was trying to collect his wits the man spied him. He paused with one foot hanging over the wall in such & fun- ny manner that Tommy wished he could draw him. Then, quick as a flash, the boy decided that was a fine idea. He opened his sketch book and made a few rapid lines. When Tom took the picture to his father he recognized the thief as a town loafer who had often been sus- pected of stealing from people’s orch- ards. In fact, he had earned for him- self the title of Old Tom Peartree. Thomas' plcturs of the man was such i HORIZONTAL. reful with ~Cures. Revol Newt Wikt Hefore. Fragrant. Post tion. 10—Shrine. 11— kin 12—Chum. 3 Iucident t the same ~Tm Al right. Resting places. 85 _Elongated fish. F0_Judge. 72_Similar fo. T3—Poieonons makes. roved S0—Thicken. a good likeness that ft was sufficient | evidence to cause him to be punished. The story of Tom Peartrec's por- trait is a trup one. Thomas Gains- borough became one of Ingland's great portrait painters when he grew to manhood. “The Blue Boy" and “The Duchess of Devonshire” are two of his pictures that you have probably seen. Admirers of Gains- borough like to tell this story of how his talent as an artist once made him a detective. Nerve.. ‘Wigg—Say! More than one person has been guilty of mutilating the books I lent him, but my latest expe- rience caps the climax. Wagg—What was it? Wigg—I lent Blank my dictionary and yesterday he returned it without a word. . A Common Animal. Johnnle—What animal is ¥t that stands on one leg all day and has its heart in its head? Mary—That's easy. course! A cabbage, of “Tropleal tree. Tndtsposed. n VERTICAL. mortem Preposition | | . - Kind of leather. Language. NI ll-bred perse Keceptacle. ng gatewnr. rd o togethier. tral live. make lace by land led fruit Fxpert. Length of a course 70—Tleposit at mouth examina aked. Invisibie substance, SO Toxes. SI—Faets. 2 Planned enconnter. a. reulosia Study. —Four-winged insact. ~Flat circolar plate. 100 Additions. 101 God of love. 104—A groove. 106 Nots {n musical scale 10SChild. 110 cireek letter, 121 —FPronoun. Last Sunday’s Puzzie. of sur. S| [ NIRE IS IGIS [7] 5/5/wilE] [T]E[M] R@LD m USRS AL Not That Kind. . what do you know, Jack found a hundred-dollar bill.” “Gwan, did h “Yes, and now he's trying to bor- row enough money to pa¥ it.” —_—— He Caught On. “His humor is quite contagious.” “How do you mean?" “Whenever you hear It, it makes you sick.®