Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 295, 20 October 1913 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELE GRAM, MONDAY, OCT. 20, 1913 DANCE-WILD PARIS APPROVjSJ TANGO Parisian Young Men Model After Athletes of United States. DIANA ON FIFTH A VENUE Copyright, 1913, International News Service By Nell Brinkley R E X O U N C E BRITISH '1. W 4. Women Order Afternoon Gowns to Permit Dancing Freedom.

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By LA RACONTEUSE. PARIS. Oct.. 21 With the rejuvenatin of France has come back to us our old loe of dancing. I admit some of these dances would severely shock former generations, but never mind that, as long as we are once more our old gay selves instead of a nation of blase, phlegmatic old men and women. A few short yeras ago you had to go to Bal Ballier to see people cultivating the art of Terpsichore, and we used to laugh at the common people who danced to the music of the military bands in the public squares on Bastille day, but now everything has changed. Our young men who tried to Imitate the English in even their most wtupid mannerisms, who walked through the streets with loose knees, sucking the heads of their canes, or carefully carrying them upside down whose talk had shrunk into an irritating. Insipid, unintelligible drawl, and who considered all forms of amusement and gaiety as being far below their dignity, have once more become our dear old vivacious boyish garcons. Praises Americans. While I am talking about this, let me say, that I feel sure that to a certain extent we must in the first place thank you Americans for starting our young men off again on the right track. The young men who come over here from America every year come here intent upon amusing themselves, and they do so in the most charming manner. You see them everywhere in Bal Tabarin, at Bal Ballier, chez Maxime, in all our quaint caberets and dance halls, and everywhere they are the gayest among the gay. They are as athletic looking as the best of the English; their complexion is as healthy, but there is nothing blase about them, and they were the first ones, I think, to teach our young men that you need not be ashamed of your youthful impulses; that it is possible to act like a human being instead of a soulless automaton, even if talking the English tongue, and that there is nothing more certain to win the female heart than the unconscious charm of the young man who is absolutely natural and does not try to make himself interestnig by stiffling his instincts and pretend to be prematurely and foolishly old. Dance Crazy. What I. started to say was this: Paris is once more "Paris qui danse," and we are sure to go on dancing all winter and more. While in former days we danced, if at all, then certainly only in the evening, we now begin almost immediately after dinner. And when we now order a new afternoon gown from our modiste, we are most careful in emphasizing that it must be made to dance in. Now you must not think we are only dancing tango, which is really a little passe already. No, we have many new dances; the typical French "tre-nioutarde," which we are sure you will soon be dancing everywhere from Boston to San Francisco, for Americans here are delighted with it; then we have taken up the fiery "fandango" of Spanish-South American parentage;; quite a few dances hitherto unknown here, of the Basque peasants, which are quaint and which require all your agility and strength, and, last, but not least, the "kolometa," a Polish dance, somewhat resembling the mazurka, which we owe to the presence of the Russian ballet among us. While there may be said to be a certain sansuous element in all the other dances, there is certanily nothing the kolometa to ruffle even the most susceptible mimosalikc mind, for in this dance, which is a great favorite here at present you do not even touch your fair or strong partner's hand. It is really the soul of flirting set to music, the lady dancing with her hands on her hips, floating across the floor like a will-'o-the-wisp, enticing her partner to follow her with outstretched arms which are never allowed to reach her.

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Somehow they don't match, do they? Diana and a limousine! Artemis of the snowy limbs the nocturnal hair the shortened tunic the skins the speak the moon above her brows the eyes of the hunter the sandalled feet. The limousine 1914 model streamglimmering with metal padded within with crimson, deeply langurously, like a rocking cradle, tasselled, rowed with little bright buttons, from which spring light at the touch of a single slender finger

Married Life the Second Year By MABEL HERBERT URNER. "Happy, Kitten?" "Oh, so happy." "Rather a decent place this?" "Oh, Warren it isn't the place!" "But you will admit that a irood dinner and a glass of wine have contributed to your comfort, won't you?" Helen smiled and shook her head. "Now, as a mtter of fact, would you be quite as happy," he persisted, "if you hadn't had your dinner?" "No, I suppose not, but I never like to think that one's happiness is dependent upon one's stomach and particularly tonight." "All right, then, we won't think it. But incidentally, we'll order an endive salad, some roquefort cheese and a cordial." "Oh, Warren and it's been such an ' expensive dinner already. Please don't order anything more!" "Nonsense, I guess we can afford a little dinner on an occasion like this. Here, waiter! Let us have a portion of endive salad and some roquefort cheese. You needn't dress the salad, bring the oil and vinegar and I'll mix it here. Now, kitten, what kind of a cordial do you want?" "Oh, dear, you know how little I know about cordials." A POUSSE CAFE. "I've got it, just the thing. We'll have a pousse cafe! Sounds like a real kitten's drink, doesn't it? You'll have to purr over that. And it's a pretty thing to look at, too all different colore!" Helen leaned suddenly toward him with shining eyes. "Oh, Warren I am so happy, so wonderfully happy! Do you suppose it will last?" Of course it will last. Doa't be silly! Here comes the salad. The waiter placed before them some fresh, crisp endive and a plate of roquefort cheese. "Now, waiter, bring a small bowl to mix the dressing in, and some paprika and a little pulverized sugar. Helen watched him mix the dressing, with all the old adoration shining from her eyes. She glanced around at the other men in the fashionable dining place. How insignificant and uninteresting they looked compared to Warren! There was no one like him. The set of his shoulders, the poise of his head, gave hi malways the air of a man of large affairs, of strength and power. "There, now, as he made a paste of part of the roquefort cheese and mixed it in the dressing. I think that'll be just about right. There's nothing like a little roquefort cheese with a salad like this. Now try that," handing her a plate of the endive, well covered with dressing. "Oh. Warren it's delicious." Warren ate his salad with evident relish. He always ate rapidly and with an unmistakable enjoyment of the food. To Helen who minced delicately over everything, this rapid eating in anyone else would have been distasteful. But with Warren, it seemed only a part of his strenuous masculinity. It would have seemed absurd for him to have minced over thines as she did. THE BEST TIME. And now as he pushed back his ' empty salad plate, he drew out a cigar case ana selected a cigar with critical care. He always smoked while she lingered over her salad. And to Helen this was always the happiest part of the meal. The careless grace with which he lit and held his cigar always thrilled her, and somehow she always

seemed more at ease with him when he smoked. He was more kindly, more genial than at any other, time. "Well, when Kitten gets through playing with her salad, she's to have that pousse cafe." "Oh, I'm not playing with my salad," indignantly. "I'm eating it ravenous-IV'

"Hm-um," looking critically at her j plate. "It seems to me you ve got about as much there now as you had when you began. Only you've arranged it differently, it looks a little mussier, but no any less. Here, waiter bring some coffee and two pousse cafes." A few moments later the waiter placed before them two tiny glasses with the layers of different colored cordials plainly marked. "Oh, how lovely! what beautiful colors yellow and rose and green and GOODBYE SUMMER! Goodbye! the southing pine tops sigh, As fades the glow of summer sky From reef and rock and headland turf. And trist'ly drones the foam flaked surf Goodbye! Summer, goodbye, goodbye. Where leaves of red illume the sky. Blend with russet, and signify Immortal Might! to mortal men. Goodbye! sobs forth the woodland glen, Goodbye! Summer, goodbye, goodbye. Where golden ears of wheat and rye. Are reaped and threshed and garnered by. Rarer in this, the hour of yield Goodbye! carols the harvest field, Goodbye! Summer, goodbye, goodbye. i Where oak and maple glorify, Wee song birds chjrp and nestle high. Timorous o'er their south-ard flight. Goodbye! they tweet with dawn o' light. Goodbye! Summer, goodbye, goodbye. Lo! golden autumn gilds the sky Then what of Summertide sped by? A little gained, a little lost. We learn the lesson, pay the cost! Goodbye! Summer, goodbye, goodbye. Arnold F. Wainwright. CHILDREN HATE OIL, CALOMEL AND PILLS "California Syrup of Figs, Best for Tender Stomach, Liver, Bowels. Look back at your childhood days. Remember the "dose" mother insisted on castor oil, calomel, cathartics. How you hated them, how you fought against taking them. With our children it's different. Mothers who cling to the old form of physic simply don't realize what they do. The children's revolt is wellfounded. Their tender little "insides" are injured by them. If your child's stomach, liver and bowels need cleansing, give only delicious "California Syrup of Figs." Its action is positive, but gentle. Millions of mothers keep this harmless "fruit laxative" handy; they know children love to take it; that it never fails to clean the liver and bowels and sweeten the stomach, and that a tea-

spoonful given today saves a sick child tomorrow. Ask your druggist for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs." which has fall direction for babies, children of all ages and for grownups plainly on each bottle. Beware of counterfeits sold here. See that it is made by "California Fig Syrup Company." Refuse any other kind with contempt. CAdv ertlsemect

deeply-humming engine softlv-roliing. fat. grey tires . Somehow they don't match. Lift Diana by the nape of her white neck out of her Grecian woods leave hr shaggy deer-hounds and give her instead a silky Pekinese with a silver-studded harness and a topheavy pink bow and drop her mto a smart limousine trundling down Fifth avenue. Watch her emerge at the portico of a French shop the sun of New York shining on her white limbs and shoulders, glinting

violet! How do they keep it in lasers like that ? Why doesn't it mix?" "The different weights of the cordials have different flavors. But you mustn't like it too much. You can't have it often, you know. It's not good for your tummy, and it's apt to give you a headache. All these mixed things do. But you see were ceieDrattng tonight. Helen Still siDDed thp mrfiial he lit another cigar. A scant

"Warren, it's wonderful to be together again, isn't it?" "Of course it is." carelessly. "And did you miss me?" "Of course I missed you." HER RESOLUTION. Her lips were just forming a wistful "very much." Did you miss me very much?" But she checked the words. This was just what she had promised herself she would not do! She tried to remember all the resolutions she had made to be just a lit

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on her spear and the moon above her brows! What's the matter with the picture. Something awfully wrong. If the enthusiastic persons who long for the day when the beautiful and comfy dress of the ancient Greeks will be worn at luncheon on the street down Broadway ever bring their dear hope true the limousine will have to be banished and made over. Somehow sandals and pink toes climbing out on a rubber running board hurts! NELL BRINKLKY. v

tle cold and reserved and illusive, to be always a little' less demonstrative than he. And now already she was forgetting. But she wouldn't forget any more! By not showing how much she loved him, she would try to make him love her more. "Kitten all through?" as Helen sipped the last of her cordial. She nodded. "And we ought to go now. We don't want to keep Mrs. O'Grady up too late." Mrs. O'Grady was the janitor's . .fe.

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who was taking care of Winifred this evening. "All right." as he motioned to the waiter for the check." As they passed out through the glare of the lights and music to the street beyond, Helen again forgetting all her resolutions slipped her hand into his with a whispered: "Oh. it has been such a beautiful evening! It is so wonderful to be to gether again isn't it dear."

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