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Show I MASTER OF SALONS IN TRENCHES 1 ."V v ' , ' w Paul Poiret, the master of salons as he is distinguished in his belovet Paris, and commander in chief of fash ion, as he is known to the world a' large, has thrown aside the silkei subtleties of smart mode creation ant taken up the rifle and the pick in th defense of his country. He is no sol dier by mere courtesy holding i clerical job, for instance, at the saf distance of official headquartrs bu a grimy infantryman, whose hands shaped to the deft designing of thingi of beauty to drape the form of woman are now devoted to digging trenches throwing up fortifications, when thej are not pulling a trigger on the firini line. In the meanwhile his costl; establishment, the paradise of fashioi for millionaire maid and matron, h given over to the making of military wear. The entire celebrated Martini Salon is possessed by tue grim spiri' of war. "The great establishment ol Poirft," writes a recent visitor, "except for the gallant work it Is doing loi the soldiers, might as well be closed. The purple and pink stripes, the flaunting Bast motifs, the rose-hued carpets, the green walls, the mural decorations of riotous colors and forms, the dull folds of curtains, which cut off fitting spaces, are not obscured from your leisurely study by the Intrusion of any other visitor." |