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Show THE SUMMER GIRL. There are two types of summer girl this season. The old-fashioned sort, she of the trig linen skirt, all sweeps and flutters, the blouse with its graceful bagginess,' the sailor hat with its fluffs of veiling and jaunty ribbon streamers the girl with the jaunty appearance, always gracefully ready to row or bowl or play tennis or golf or go sprinting. This old-fashioned type is still in evidence, bless her, and she will be conspicuous at all the resorts. The new style is directly a piazza or auto girl. She is a real human creation of frills and flounces and fluffs and puffs of diaphanous dia-phanous fabrics, a veritable feathery cloud of misty fabrics that cannot be subjected to wind and weather without a chance of fuming into decidedly unbecoming un-becoming limpness. This second type cannot be warranted to wear. But she is sure of admiration and adulation within her own sphere. The cleverest summer girl will make a compromise with these styles. A part of the day she will play herself up as the piazza type meantime envying en-vying the other sort out in the deli-ciously deli-ciously free-and-easy scope of genuine summer pleasure. Another part Af the day she will go in as a real outdoor sort meantime envying the piazza type, who is fluffily radiant and fascinating, the loveliest ever admired by the passing throng. |