Show i eo SORROWS OF THE SEASON 0 0 by GRACE SPARROW e ocee 0 thank you said eald tho the girl who likes to talk no chocolates tor for mol it if you yon have any lemon ulce juice handy however id bo be obliged oblige dt 1 the idea now everybody demanded Ivo boen been down to tho the spring opening explained the girt girl who likes to talk and everything Is designed tor for fragile ghosts and attenuated bean poles A perfect lady this season will be able to take shelter behind a lath in case of storm the rest ot of femininity la Is cast into outer darkness so tar far as clothes aro are concerned wh whatever alever to Is to become of 0 any one who we weighs highs more than ninety eight pounds I 1 cant there Is absolutely nothing for the poor creatures to put on having drawn down tho the blinds and retired to inner chambers they will probably pass a hideous and secluded life until some borne millionaire endows a foun foundation dadon that ebat design lothes clothes such auch as aa may b bo worn by real human ginan be beings lings the first garment that met my eye looked uko like on an explosion la in a ruffle factory starting at the middle it was a vigorous rigorous young ruffle raffle that began winding around in a diagonal manner it continued until it hit the ground still traveling diagonally one side elde wea up and lbs the other down but ne odya i skirt hangs hanga straight these days sa that apparent difficulty count A little cousin to that ruffle from the middle and ran diagonally upward wreathing around the should ere are and alcoves and flopping in all directions ions lans chis dress dregs lust just splashed X I 1 i of looked her squaw square in the eye I 1 ruffles the bal saleswoman said it was waa the latest thing I 1 looked her square in the eye and asked her it if she could conjure up a vision ot of mo me in it no one would ever think that I 1 w weighed less than the that I 1 do I 1 dont doat thinly that the saleswoman had been long in this wicked soulless city for her eyes faltered and she turned tamed pale dale she said that she had some come other modes she aha would like to show me that of course every one on could not wear vear the extremes just then I 1 paused horror strick stricken sno I 1 in IL my tracks before a mirror pivoted a strange sight ii it was composed of pale blue bho taffeta all bunched up around the hips like a skirt thero there was a million yards in that bunch streaming over it were wem garlands of little roses and fluffs of tulle aari above it asea a sea of tulle and putts puffs id and iosevi roses and rosebud enk bilk with more blue it looked somewhat uke like a broad expanse of sunset sky eky and then the I 1 saw that there was a woman inside it she had a red face an and 4 double rolls on her neck and ehe yme waa exactly tour four feet broad before her a hardened young slip ot of a salesgirl without the hint of a blush was cooing that it was and became her marvelously 1 I fled from that pool of iniquity 1 I felt that nothing less than flight could save me from a like horrible fatal 1 I wish eald the girl who likes to talk in a voice ioles positively shaken with emotion 1 I wish that you could haven have seen me in the dress they put on oh ma ina in the next place gathered around the waist were exactly fifteen yards ot of green taffeta which on ras my berolo form looked like thirty yards cut generously erous ly bulging over each hip wao waa ww what they called a pannier they acted ted really annoyed when I 1 inquired just how I 1 was waa going to get from one roam to another they showed me a hat that re minded me beof of the old cellar door on the farm it tilted up in the back at sixty degrees and dipped down in front till it hit my nose perched parched precariously on it hit bit or miss were tight little bunches of undiscovered flowers why all the little dicky birds would have whooped at aba sight of that hat it if I 1 had worn it out and gone down the slide somehow with it on I 1 reminded myself of a woman who had been in a fight and smashed over the head with a rolling pin it was what you might call a disheveled hat bat they put a S wrap on me too and murmured that tt it had just been unpacked from its ita parts paris box that morning it was ten feet in diameter when I 1 had it on but generally speaking I 1 was waa so depressed that I 1 gave up about then than and came home im not going down again till I 1 got get nice and please pass the lemon F mca chicago dally daily news i h u yi |