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Show Humble Origin I No Detriment L To Being-Lady By RUTH MILLF.TT Ladies are developed, not bora. At least that's the opinion of Dorothy Dor-othy Wilding, who has seen little slum girls who grew up to be charm- We, the Women Ing ladies and. women withjnher-ited withjnher-ited titles whose arrogance and lack of consideration marked them as anything but ladies. r Mies Wildihgrover fronPLohdoh. , is the British official court pho-i pho-i tographer. When any member of I the royal family wants to be pho- tographed. Miss Wilding Is sent for. ! It was she who photographed the 1 royal family in all the splendor ! of their coronation robes and the glitter of their jewels. But her patrons haven't always been royalty, so she has a good background for comparison. Assurance Acquired This woman who has learned a lot about human nature by watching watch-ing rt when it is wholly absorbed in itself Is convinced that without with-out intelligence and a sympathetic nature no born lady is a real one. And she is satisfied that with those two qualities any woman can be a lady , Sympathy makes a woman want to put others, from the lowest to the highest, at least. And intelli- gence snows ner me ways in which jit can be done. I Intelligence also shows her how to look the part of a lady, and how to gain the poise we associate with the world. Miss Wilding told me that she has photographed titled ladies who had no notion of how to sit or walk gracefully, and who found hands and feet as much Jn the way as a self-conscious schoolgirl. And that ahe has photographed girla who had gained position by their own charm and brains who moved with perfect assurance and gracefulness. AH of which makes her think that even the appearance of a lady is not ,as much a matter of blue blood aa what goes on in the back of her brain. Queenly Manner But what of England'a queen ? "Oh, but she's a real lady," her majesty's photographer said. "I never nev-er photograph her but what she thanks each one of my helpers personally. per-sonally. She looks with genuine interest on each person who serves her in even the slightest way." And in that remark it seema Miss Wilding has handed us women wo-men a fairly accurate yardstick for measuring' ourselves and our sisters. sis-ters. If a woman has as much consideration con-sideration for "little people" as she haa for "big" well, she's a lady. And her grandfather deserves little lit-tle of the credit Soda Softens Carrots When carrots are old and inclined to be tough, a" pinch of soda in the cooking, water will hasten their cooking. road up the cliff and aet out for Lancashire landing. At the top of the hill I have to halt the men and let them lie down. Several are almost done. The guide grows impatient "It's all downhill now. sir." "Come on, fall In." The men straggle along behind me. I can see rhe sea and vague shapes below. There is a distant detonation and a bugle blows. "What's that?" "Asiatic Annie, air. When she pops off the Frenchies blow a bugle. It gives one time to get under cover." We reach the causeway. I start to run, ahouting to. the men to follow me. We stampede for the black bulk of the old Clyde and reach it just as a shell bursts somewhere on the beach. The iron shell of the ship is crowded with men. A trawler places herself beside the Clyde. We acramble down into her and ait packed on the deck like sacks of potatoes. At last we are moving. The black bulk of the Clyde slips away from us. The trawler steams out and brings us beside an anchored ship. A voice orders us to climb up over the rails and to be brisk about it. The men are herded below, and I find myself in the saloon packed with officers. I lie down on the floor of the saloon sa-loon with my pack under my head. I am conscious of a feeling of infinite in-finite relief, and I sleep like the dead. (Continued Saturday) Copyright. 1B37, for The Telegram |