Show oae SORROWS OF THE HE SEASON a by GRACE SPARROW 0 acoach aco ac 0 thank you said the girl who likes to talk no chocolates tor for me it if you have any lemon juice handy however id be obliged the idea now everybody demanded ive been down to the spring opening explained tho the girl who likes to talk and everything Is designed for or fragile ghosts and attenuated bean poles A perfect lady this season will be ablo able to take shelter behind a lath in case of storm the rest of femininity Is cast into outer darkness so far as clothes are concerned whatever Is to become of any ono one who weighs more than ninety eight pounds I 1 cant imagine there Is absolutely nothing tor for the poor creatures to put on having drawn down the blinds and retired to inner chambers they will probably pass a hideous and secluded lifo life until some millionaire endows a foundation that shall design clothes such as may be worn by real human beings the first garment that met my eye looked like an explosion in a ruffle factory starting at fis middle it was a vigorous young ruffle that began winding around in a diagonal manner it continued until it hit tho the ground still traveling diagonally one side was up and the other down but nob odys skirt hangs straight these days ro eo that apparent difficulty count A little cousin to that ruffle started from the middle and ran diagonally upward wreathing around the shoulders er and sleeves and flopping in all di re ret eions lons this dress just splashed III N 4 N looked he her square in the eye ruffles ruff leB the saleswoman said it was the latest thing I 1 looked her square in the eye and asked her it she could conjure up a vision of rae me in it no one would ever think that I 1 weighed less than the that I 1 do I 1 dont think that the saleswoman had bad been long in this wicked soulless city for her eyes faltered and she turned pale she said that she had some other modes she would like to show me ine that of course every one could not wear ear the extremes just then I 1 paused horror stricken in my tracks before a mirror pivoted a strange sight it was composed of pale blue taffeta all bunched up around the hips like a skirt there was a million yards in that bunch streaming over it were garlands of little roses and fluffs of tulle and above it a sea of tulle and puffs and roses and rosebud silk with more blue it looked somewhat like a broad expanse of sunset sky and then I 1 saw that there was a woman inside it she had bad a ted red face and double rolls on her neck and she was exactly four feet broad before her a hardened young slip of a salesgirl without the hint of a blush cooing that it was so chic and became her marvelously 1 I fled from that pool of iniquity v I 1 felt that nothing less than flight could save me from a like horrible fate 1 I wish eaid the girl who likes to talk in a voice positively shaken with emotion 1 I wish that you could have seen me in the dress they put on me in the next place gathered around the waist were exactly fifteen yards of 9 ere 41 i taffeta which on my heroic form looked like thirty yards cut generously erous ly bulging over each hip was what they called a pannier they acted really annoyed when 1 I inquired just how I 1 was going to get from one room to another they showed rue me a hat that reminded me of the old cellar door on the farm it tilted up in the back nt at sixty degrees and dipped down in front sill till it hit my nose perched precariously on it hit or miss were tight little bunches of undiscovered flowers why all the little dicky birds would have whooped at the sight ot of that hat it if I 1 had worn it out and gone tobo ganning down the slide somehow with it on I 1 re mindel myself of a woman who had been in a fight and smashed over the head with a tolling pin it was what you might call a disheveled hat bat they put a wrap on me too and murmured that it had just been unpacked from its paris box that mori morning ting it ards Ls ten feet in diameter when I 1 had it on dut but generally sie speaking aking I 1 was so BO depressed that I 1 gave up about then and came home im not going down agten till I 1 got get nice and thin please pass the lemon 1 chicago dally daily N new i stema |