Evening Star Newspaper, October 27, 1935, Page 97

Decoration by G. de Zayas Beauty Brevities by MARTHA LEAVITT | opEs in make-up follow trends in fashion. And this gay autumn season calls for the rich yet softly muted tones which grace the canvases of the Renaissance masters. : For instance, there is a beautiful Veronese gold green which lovely on a blonde; a Cellini bronze of deep brown, shot with etal threads, if you are the tall, brunette type; and Cherub’s ing Blue, suggesting a Raphael painting, for the ethereal- inded. Though Bette Davis’ roles are a far cry from the angelic, the pung woman herself is of the pale, blonde type. She claims as er colors in clothes the fall shades of blue, and a certain dusty bse and gold-green. With these tones she wears a pale, creamy owder, crimson rouge and lipstick to match. Dark blue eye- adow and black mascara enhance her large, expressive, blue- ay eyes. And now it’s time to take a look at Hollywood and note the pmbination of clothes and cosmetics chosen by the alwavs eauty-conscious favorites of the film. Patricia Ellis is another blonde, but of a more golden type. e prefers colors with “a lot of vitality to them”—golden yel- bw, bright green, and that brilliant blue so important in the irrent fashion notes. For harmonizing make-up she chooses a arm rachel powder, rouge with a bit of orange in it, a slight hascara. For the truly Titian, the new star on the horizon, Miss osephine Hutchison, seems to be the perfect example to follow. Delicately pale colors and cosmetics are in order. Aquamarine d Veronese green, which, by the way, is her favorite shade, it her and are worthy of emulation if you happen to be among ose who symbolize the great Venetian painter. She wears flesh- aolored powder, rose-tinted rouge and a scarlet lipstick as a _ flattering accent. A touch of vaseline on her eyelids gives them hat shiny look” which is so popular these days. Now for the brunettes. Here, Dolores Del Rio steps forward b be reflected in the make-up mirror. “Warm, rich scarlets, wine ds, deep hunter’s greens, royal purple and, of course, white, re right,” she claims. Her make-up matches in its warm under- ones — deep ivory powder, scarlet rouge and a ruby lipstick. e has a trick all her own of using melted brown wax which she beads” on each eyelash instead of mascara. Perhaps this is the cret of that enviable “dewy-eyed” look. Find your type and make the most of it with flattering colors fashion and make-up. The two should always go hand in hand, erywhere on every occasion. ange cast to her lipstick and dark brown eyeshadow and THIS WEEK Things to Come Continued from page thirteen streaming multitude of ants pouring across the floor of a big room. The top of the Gun with the cyl- inder in its muzzle. Catherine and Maurice stand by a screw door, which resembles the window of a liner's port-hole, in the bottom of the cyl- inder. They have special clothes on now, very simple and close to the body. They are assisted by mechanics to take their places within the cyl- inder. The crowd is scrambling down lattices from the cliff edge towards the Gun. Inside the cylinder, which is lit from below, Catherine and Maurice, hanging to their handfasts, are spread eagle fashion. - Maurice looks at Catherine. “Do you want to go back?” . Catherine smiles proudly: “Hold firm, my dear.” The door of the cylinder is slowly screwed in. The crowd is seen swarm- ing upon the framework over against the gun. On the platform, Mitani looks down at the crowd and then at his wrist-watch. He looks up at the cylinder. The cylinder from below. It is very slowly lowered. It disappears entirely into the gun. Its supports are detached and retire. The crowd is clambering amidst the framework at the base of the gun. Cabal is standing alone. He is moved by his own thoughts and feel- ., ings to speech. He comes to the railing: “Listen, Theotocopulos. If I wished to give way to you, I could not. It is not we who war against the order of things, but you. Either life goes forward or it goes back. That is the law of life.” Theotocopulos dismisses the argu- ment by a gesture: “We will destroy the gun.” His following shout agreement and “resume their scattered, unplanned advance. Cabal and Passworthy are seen on the platform, and in the background stands a mechanic in front of the small heavy open door of a concus- sion chamber. Cabal leans over a railing, watching the crowd below. Cabal, shouting down: ‘‘Before you can even reach the base of the gun, it will be fired. Beware of the concvssion.” He turns back. Passworthy is motionless. Cabal pulls Passworthy towards the heavy door. The mob is swarming about the gun supports. People, many of whom carry heavy metallic bars, are at- tempting to injure the big metallic masses. A table in an observation cham- ber. A hand rests by a button, wait- ing. There is a lock dial with a long delicate seconds hand. Cabal’s voice: “Beware!” “Beware of the concussion!” The crowd hesitates. A heavy iron door clangs shut. Silence of expecta- tion. The crowd realizes it is too late. It wavers, and then turns and begins to clamber down through the lattices into which it has struggled. It runs away in the spaces below the gun. In the observation chamber again. The seconds hand of the clock dial moves towards a marked point. As it does so, a finger extends and presses the button. Thud! Concussion. Gun recoiling. Whirlwind sweeping the crowd. Theotocopulos, standing out against the sky on a great metal girder, is caught in the whirlwind and his cloak is blown over his head. He is left struggling ridiculously in his cwn cloak. That is the last that is seen of him. . Finale An observatory at a high point ahove Everytown. A telescopic mir- ror of the night sky showing the cylinder as a very small speck against a starry background. Cabal and Passworthy stand before this mirror. Cabal: “There! There they go! That faint gleam of light.” Pause. Passworthy: “I feel — what we have done is — monstrous.” Cabal: “What they have done is magnificent.” Passworthy: “Will they return?” Cabal: “Yes. And go again. And again — unts! the landing can be made and the moon is conquered. This is only a beginning.” Passworthy: “And if they don’t return — my son, and your daughter? What of that, Cabal?” Cabal, with a catch in his voice but resolute: “Then presently — others will go.” ““My God! Is there never to be an age of happiness? Is there never to be rest?” “Rest enough for the individual man. Too much of it and -too soon, and we call it death. But for MAN no rest and no ending. He must go on — conquest beyond conquest. This little planet and its winds and ways, and all the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him, and at last out across immensity to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time — still he will be beginning.” “‘But we are such little creatures. Poor humanity. So fragile — so weak.” “Little animals?”’ *‘Little animals.” . *“If we are no more than animals — we must snatch at our little scraps of happiness and live and suffer and pass, mattering no more — than all the other animals do, or have done.” He points out at the stars. “It is that —or this! All the wuniverse —or nothingness. Which shall it be, Pass- worthy? Which shall it be?” (The End) Drawing by “They never notice you any more, unless you're quintuplets” IS (wd“‘“ ” ob o qor et *Youth. Life. Thetributeof men’s eyes: Admiracion with lavish hand lays these gifts on your hair. For this revolutionary soapless olive oil treatment is more than just a shampoo. 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