Evening Star Newspaper, January 10, 1926, Page 79

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, JANUARY 10, 1926—PART 5. i How to Apply the Test to Your Late Winter or Spring Wardrobe BY MARY MARSHALL. | doesu’t turn to the pazes | etective story to learn tashions, vet if you ve read the first chapter Mr. Valentine Williams' Or Divan”—you s good # commient on the fashi ws you migh readiug many fashion mug As the story goes, & woman ke 2 second-hand shop is looktne: the street when, at some d ohserves a woman and slim” and “ex iressed.” Furthermore, ams, “her sithou- r all is the test o P, PNt elegance, was of the most fashiopable Then' ne *cmy wres an—as detec- tive °s ve a way of going— and liams has nrahing more to E at f n. What he sald | ng—worth rolling nd when you plan vour wardrohe, warth ou when you this bauble or h considering when rently made, at fabrics near you is no longer an | In our coustd e tantalizing su e should no longer te us a4 subhead o 15, colors or other portant that once 1 that your irst water 1f achleve the | And it won't the material follars a < of the en able to t the right THERE MUST BE SOMETHING VIBRATING, OR RIPPLING, ABOUT THE EVENING SILHOUETTE. HENCE FREE. HANGING, FULL FLOUNCES AND PANELS OF CHIFFON, AND THE REVIVED POPULARITY OF FRINGE. THE SILHOUETTE HERE SHOWS THE EFFECT OF AN EVENING FROCK. WITH ROWS OF FRINGE ON THE SHORT SKIRT AND FORMING A CAPE AT THE BACK. THE FROCK AT THE LEFT. WITH RIPPLING SKIRT AND FLOW. ING SLEEVE PANELS, IS OF CHIFFON EMBROIDERED 1IN METAL AND BEADS. At the shoulders, makes the grade at|down an inclination to settle down | UNTIL YOU GET USED TO THE VERY SMART NEW SPORTS SIL- | ihe hine and s of the right length ininto an over-weight middle s HOUETTE YOU MAY NOT LIKE IT. HERE IT IS PRODUCED | themselves and observers whe are| NOW though the new silhouette BY A STRAIGHT, SCANT SKIRT, KNITTED SPORTS JUMPER |singularly insensitive to the allper-|Shows fL and dra AND SCARF. GAUNTLET WOOL ( vasive, everchanging trend of fash.| peries i e aonaar | WOOI. STOCKINGS THAT LEAVE THE y . ion avelta bodily outline held That — s The straight pencil oo much weight t | wore clot he k { which few women ever e and t " t i wide as they were long—cnormously |tained though almost all admied— 1, it we hay 2 & T . e ette 11 ccee ) | wide ‘full skirts, sloping shoulders | seems to have 1 almost its last | and flutterin : e - THERE ARE STRONG CONTRASTS IN THE STLHOUETTES OF SOME OF THE MORE. FORMAL EVENING baliooning sieeves and w waspish (bow from the stuge of fashion. The | truly Jovel FROCKS. AT THE LEFT YOU SEE THE EFFECT OF A VERY SHORT FROCK AND A VERY LONG | silnouette could mever have | Some peak ¢ n | TRAIN, WITH A FLOUNCE OF LACE AT THE FRONT. AND AT THE RIGHT YOU BEHOLD ONE OF ~ women . Aleast motr a5 mle By e e e it e o e ‘o them the fare| THE NEW TAFFETA FROCKS, WITH VERY FULL LACE-EDGED SKIRT AND AN ENORMOUS BOW contour are pert dis. | ing In the least exaggerated or dis ght parallel lines. It women had i b b 55 EOSHDYSOMBWHE LSO UEIREIONIES sed by th < at it ted about the present silhouette.|not learned how to conform to this|, Sl b 24 Sl t et s I I R e R e S M e el T L T hile: | wide skirted taffeta frocks. tle curls in pastel ti | ek m in a g S thronstiis ess con- | or they are perfect hi. 1t is|could have ved the really re-|lav figures pre o inadequate for | SYErY evening frock ~o the hat bracelet 1 rn to that very silhouet very important in achieving the pres-|markable silhouette of the present |displaying the new frocks. I or none | VATi€tY. of motion a @ A e haties ke ek} bring o »“speak of the | ent contour to male ura of the fit | hour. Verv Httla help have women |of the really distinguished dressmak, |1 oIy now and then tr L et caleh every ok days is out of fectly ridic dis i 1he | of your frock about the shoulders and | been able to derive from stavs of any | ers think of their creations as existing | 104 A word that exactly describes any | 7 € SO0 B0 (0 etem of st e erder omen poeten of | figure resulting from tt ed | armholes. This is somsthing to which | sort, and there have been no blous- | without motion. Motlon is especially | °f them. R women. Quite often these ha o : ghat -hed | waistline and the shortaned skir American women are prone to pay less | ings and puffings and flarings anv. | imports h the evening frock. St chiefs are of s n crer ! o take one|a future gener : \ as | heed than women in France. The eve-| where about in which to hide an over- | There are'frocks with chiffon | QOME fashionable wor ve been ! 1y € . e P el he fashion- | diffcult to under w ning gowr hangs to your shoul-|fullness of contour. That straight |skirts and sleeve panels that flutter; | persuaded by their milliners 5 ; you g e chair an 10| colo ding slip v take one glans willingly wer it ir 105 | ders like Florida moss t0'a live oak | pencil silhouette which was with us|a frock trimmed with deep silk fringe | wear curls—not curis of their own|Some : ","f,,;,;:fr'::; tne | so monstrously nrope ed as it is|tree no longer carrfes convictlon.|for so many years evolved a race of |in the skirt and han from the | hair or that even pretended to be their | either case small and soft en 7 tting on your | be entirely lost within the palm of | oimoer he e the s Handled the for us to understanl why the women | There are women still, however, who | slender women. Young women haven't | shoulders of the hack has a sort of |own. The real hair is held well out | be & |of 1835 and 1840, whom Gavarni made | feel that an evening frock fits well|dared to let themselves grow fat and | rippling motion. There is a graceful | of sight, beneath the closely fitting |the hand. Most women carry them | spo: - | bodily outline we have ned from | the fashions t At - woman the short mes the. i Lmemorable by hix clever cartoons, | enough if it manages to hang in place | older women have valtantly fought' undulation about the new | hat, but there are attached coquettish | so that just a flash of the color shows, 1926.) ;I_‘hing»s Which Are of Interest to Younger The Terrible Tyrant Lizard. BY RAMON COFFMAN. Like that of three horns, it was S : mainly composed of hone. QF = ¢ s which have roamed What do vou suppose happened Bl DEReatib, Sl nt lizard was|when the tyrant lizard fo certarn v e or!an Had |against other great animals? T Hions fox ¢ vs or hears lived at the | hynger lizard was much larger, but 5 rant lizard would | jisjong thin neck must have made it to pieces if they had |, rather easy prey. The tvrant liz .3 e | ard might seize the neck in his great, and tigers, | cryel jaws, and cut off the other's same time. | qupply’ of wind. The head of the mss to a perfod thunder lizard was not nearly so i Mg large as that of » terrible enemy, nighty beasts | ;g the thunder rd could do lit thunder 11z-| gy mage by biting. Perhaps its onl was not the | hope was to swim away when it sa the strong {a tyrant lizard coming s 5 | hree horns, however, 5 iy see the Skl | done mighty battle with the fyrant ention when I look | Three horns could not run so fast z Bt lzurd, Those | the tyrant lizard and his teeth were b were fitted to|not dangerous. F t three horns oo teard {o]duck his head at just the right mo ) s ment! The charging Pnemy would re- nt lizard was | ceive a t iple wound. first which ever walked | When fighting three horns the He had front legs, In- | tyrant lizard probably took great were small and weak. | pains to avoid the horns. The ty- on the other hand, |rant was quicker of movement. and verful. The heavy |if he kept free from the horn thrusts, “rant lizard dragged |he could certainly tear off chunks of ¥ eep him in balance | flesh from the sides by biti h his e he wa or ran. | vicious teeth. I fancy that in battles \hen st at full height, vhe‘helween these two kinds of amma!s nt lizard was about three times|the victory was not always on the 1asa man. His head was large. | same side. et VT ey . S T'he Riddle Box. The ride are winning! The fans Bave pu .ir heads for days but | these ri es are too good for them. 49. What is that of which the com- Eee If you can knock out 10 in this {mon sort the best bunch 50. What the worst weather for 41, When is an umbrella like a per- | 'ats and mice? son_convalesci nswers. 42. At what season did Eve eat the | 41— When it is to be recovered; 42— e Vhat word is it of five letters, | JuSt before the Fall; 43—St-one; 44— of which two being removed, only one | Hardships; 45—Because it makes fll will remain? will; 46—Because he nds over 6 44. What are the most difficult ships | ceat without shoes or stockings; 47— to conquer How is it that Summer goes so ly? v_are strawbetries like the 45N+ ne ietter W like scan- | Because there is so often an evening aa1? 48—Recause they make ice nice; 46 Why is & fiy taller than most Sense; 50—Whengt rains cats and men? 7 The City of The Deep BY JACK GIHON. HE man at the oars had been row- ing a full hour, this last stretch, when the other spoke. “Spell you a bit, Dan?" The man at the oars nodded, and silently the two exchanged places. Then the creaking of the oarlocks hegan again, the only sound, save for the grinding of the sea against the keel, on all this vast expanse of|like a great animal of the deep re- water. turning to its native haunts. ; At one moment the dingy would! “Spell you a bit, Bud?” Thus the be resting atop a great wave, and two took turns at ‘he.ou = slru{:gllng the gaze of the two, sweeping |5teadily to keep the tiny craft in her around the horizon, hopefully, each | Course, warding off the great waves time, met nothing but the stretch of | that constantly threatened to batter sea, wide and merciless. The next,|in the slender hull. One was a man the boat had hit the floor of a valley |aPparently in his early twenties; the of waves, green walls of water hedg. |Other & lad in his middle ‘teens. 'One ing them and white spray. slapping|B2d arms that showed knotted thelr faces. So it had gone through | Muscles at each sweep of the oars, for the day, and since the night before, | he had been a fireman on the ill-fated e s o theimient i Sandog that had gone down the night without realizing it, floundering in the | before, a gaping hole in her bows Scean. a great bulk that hag- been |from striking a derelict hulk; the ship, going down hefore them. And |Other was slender and had trouhle by common instinct they had reached | With the long hickory oars, for he the dingy, clambering in. sodden of |had been a cabin boy on the vessel. mind and hody, as the ship had poised | “Spell you a bit, Dan?” Right on its nose for an instant, and then|valiantly the lad had worked, though sunk from sight, swiftly and easlly, his hands ere raw with blisters and his back was sore as though a knife had slit the muscles of his shoulders. Again they would exchange places, one man at the oars, the other aft, forcing the dingy onward by sheer strength of will. Presently the boy spoke. *“Do you reckon the others were saved, Dan?” His voice came In gasps. Dan grunted. “Mabbe they were— much as we are. Wouldn't, say as how we're saved, though—yet.” - “Don’t you think we're going to get saved, Dan?"” The other grunted again. “What'd we keep up this infernal rowing for, it we didn't think so? Better let me spell you a bit, bo: They changed places. The move- ment of the hoat picked up with the | added strength of the older man against the oars. He had noticed that / the lad—the boy whom he knew only as “Bub’—was fast weakening. would not be able to take his turn Dan himself was weak ched and he much longer. ening. His throat was was hungry, but, was tired—tired. In exasperating de- tafl a vision of a bed flitted before his He could see the cool, white sheets and a soft pillow. The sheets were turned down in invitation for He wanted this bed, he thought, even more than he wanted water or food. Still he rowed on. ipell you a bit, Dan?* The boy was plucky. were bleeding, and the night before had left deep lfnes of suffering on his white face. Dan shook his head. tired at all yet,” in't half tired.” Tke afternoon had worn on, _gaders of the day it had been hot and etill for they were somewhere in the mig dle Atlantic, and the sun had blazed down inten But now a breeze eprung up and its cool kiss was re- freshing. Then night came suddenly, as it does in these waters. For a brief mo- ment the water was turned to a blaz ing mass, then the s calm peace spread over them. sea had grown less unruly, too, and it was easier to man the dingy. The Bub, had fallen asleep. 1iis fuce white as fvory ir the moonlight I won't wake mm up-I won't wike hism @p,” Dan repeated over and over to himself as he swung the oars back and forth. 1 won't wike him up— Then he praved silently for strength to let him continue at his post. Bu suddenly the boy awoke. “Spell you a bit, Dan?" And it was Dan's turn to snatch a brief half-hour of sleep while the little boat lurched forward. caught in some unseen oceanic current that carried them to the west. Their course lay a thousand miles from the nearest land. With a mourn- ful note. the waves lapped hungrily igainst the tiny craft. * % x % AND this was the morning of the second day. Dan was hageard, for most of the night he had kept his place at the oars while the lad slept. Toward dawn Bub had awakened with a start. Tow long've I slept, Dan?” Oh, ‘bout half an hour,” the man had replied huskily. *“Want—want to spell me a bi To change places with the boy took the last of his strength, and he sank down on the narrow board seat in faint. But the lad thought he was sleeping and let him lte Bub thought of the last meal he had eaten on board the wrecked Sandog. There had been a great pitcher of water on_the table and he had not drunk. Why, why, why? He felt bitter toward himself. Why had he not drunk, guzzled himself with water, when he had the apportunity? The water the boat floated in looked so cool and inviting, why should he not drink of that? He had heard that salt water would kill a thirsty man, but it could not be true. This water was so green, 8o clear. Surely it would not hurt him to taste of it. Hardly con scions of what he was doing, he let go of the oars and dipped his hands, cupped, into the sea. The salt stung him, but it was cool, and he filled his hands with it to raise to his lips But Dan had awakened as the movement of the hoat stopped. “Quit that,” he growled, and the sound of his voice made the hoy let the water run through his finger: “Don’t ya know no better'n to drink sea-water? Ya little fool!” Bub felt llke a culprit. “I was thirsty, Dan."” [ one hov. who lav exhausted in the ‘Spell you a bit, Dan2"? “Naw, not vet the man replied throu clenched teeth “G chance to row some, will he kept on until he could keep on no | nd always the voice of the | was as_tired as up: “Spell you was the > of the after- noon now. and B ho was at the y the boat was pullic e difficulty know the matter, 'l _take a Dan. He took them heavier than they had been, and the boat nly through the water. stopped rowing to look over the n he whistled, goose is cooked, boy.” what's the matter?” Fer answer, Dan pointed with a waving motion to the sea. The boy looked and saw around them an ocean, not of water, but of green vegetation, thickly matted and curling slimy teptacles around the bows of the boat and around the cars. To meve forward through it would be diff cult, and behind them. the lane they had plowed had_quickly closed. “What is it?" asked Bub. *It looks like a garden.” “It’s the Saragasso Sea, that's what it is.”" said Dan. “We're in it and that means we're far off the course of any ship that might've picked us up. Yep, boy, I guess our goose is cooked, “But look out there to the star- board, Dan—it's & ship—it's a ship, Dan—a ship!” Dan looked in the direction the boy pointed and grunted. “It's a wreck, that's what it is,” he said. But mebbe we'd be a sight better off there than we are here—if we can make it.” The ship. or wreck of one, lay close to the starboard, but the two had been so engrossed in rowing, and so worn y with fatigue, that thev had not no- | ticed it before. “‘Shall we try tn make her, Dan?" |the boy asked. Dan nodded, and be- | gan rowing, using all his strength to pull the boat through the matted water, sometimes not more than an inch at a pull Then suddenly Bub shonted—and laughed. “Look, Dan— there's somebody aboard her! Look? The bov was right. In the crow's nest of the wracked vessel, which ap- peared to be a squarerizzed smiling craft of ancient lines. thev could dimly see the figure of & man, And {the man was signaling to them with la large whjte cloth. (To be continued next Sunday. The man grunted. “And I aint!| Must Be Chip Off Old Block Don’t you suppose I could drink a bucketful without stopping? But don’t touch that stuff, kid; it'll drive ,},?t'fmll Here—let me spell you a The boy wearily moved aft and Dan took the oars. To row for an hour more, until he felt he could not pull again. To continue the endless move- ment, not knowing why he did it, tempted constantly to give up, but encouraged by the feeling that he must keep on, for the sake of Neighbor—Your son just threw @& stone at me. Father—Did it hit you? Neighbor—No. Father (proudly)—Then It wasn't my son. “I Said Oral, Joe!” Teacher—You may ive your oral report, Joe. Joo—it's locked-up dn-my locker, B