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Auckland Star, Volume LI, Issue 73, 27 March 1920, Page 21

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A FANCY DRESS FRIENDSHIP.

"I wish," said Helen, as she gave her hair a final pat, "that I could get hold of a really decent costume for to-mor-row night. This Jazz affair w getting dreadfully tired. And every other girl in the room is wearing its twin sister." A pretty rose-and-grey Pierrette who was adjusting her right shoe nodded reflectively. "Mm," she said. "But it is no good worrying. It's a bore not being a plutocrat." ... I say, Helen . . . jus£ look j there!" J Tho two girls gazed fascinated at a woman who had just slipped off her cloak. She wore a delicious eighteenth century costume of mauve satin over a sprigged petticoat. A white powdered wig set off her softly glowing face and a patch was perched naughtily in one dimple. "Isn't she exquisite!" whispered Helen. "I think those old-fashioned things are enchanting . . . and original these days! Come along, Mabel . . . they're waiting for us." It was a very depressed Helen who changed her shoes in the dressing-room after the dance. Her costume was rumpled and torn, and a large stain was visible on the front. "I can't go to the 'Excelsior' in this to-morrow night," she confided to Mabel. "T'll have to tell Guy I've got a headache or something." "Poor old girl," sympathised her friend. '-I've only this one fancy dress nnd t haven't a sou in the wide. Oh, 1 say, I was introduced to that lovely creature . . . she's a Mrs. Bcauchamp. She's asked mc to have tea at her flat to-morrow . . . here she is . . . I'll introduce you too." The following afternoon Helen and Mabel were having tea with Mrs. Beauchamp. It was a charming room ; and though the weather was warm, a small wood fire burned clearly in the grate. Mrs. Beauchamp's appearance eby daylight had given both girls something of a 6hock. Her frock was pretty, her complexion beautiful, but the lovely wig of the-previous night had given place to her own hair, which was lank, dull, and straight. Though she seemed young there was already more than one grey streak in her locks. She looked almost plain. "I'm so glad you liked my frock," she smiled, in answer to a remark of Mabel's.' •. . "But it always depresses mc so. 1 do wish I lived in the eighteenth century, or that wigs were the fashion nowadays. I can't camouflage my horrid hair anyway by daylight! Have another cake, Helen, they're rent cream! Forgive my being frightfully rude, but could you tell mc where you get your hair waved? Or js it natural? 1 ' Because I wns admiring it all the time at the dance." I Helen laughed. "Can't afford to patronise hairdressers," she answered, "and it isn't i natural. Xo, I just use sihitcriiie." She | finished as if that explained everything, i Mrs. Beauchamp knitted her brows. "Silmerine?" she inquired. "I'm afraid j I'm very ignorant. What is it? Where | get it? What do you do with'it?" j "One at a time," laughed Helen. "It is ; a rather nice-smelling colourless liquid, j Jou can get it from any chemist's. You just damp your hair with it, put in slides where you want the wave . . . and, voila, Ii curls ..." 1