FEMININE CHIT-CHAT.

Evening Post, Volume XLVI, Issue 43, 19 August 1893, Page 1 (Supplement)

FEMININE CHIT-CHAT.

Ono of the latest fads in Paris is a tiny sunshade with an immensely lonjr handle which serves as a walking Ntick. The parasol is made to match tho costume, and turns on a swivel, so that it may bo held before the face like a fan. It is a very convenient arrangement for a drive on a coaoh when so many people aro together, and where an ordinary nunshade in apt to be in the way. Nothing like the old styles, as our grandmothers say. A practical Chicago woman, telling some Washington friends the proper garments to wear in her uncomfortable city, «aid : " You don't need any medium things at all, because wo never have any medium weather in Chicago. You want a few thin ones, and all the wraps you own. On a hot day at the Fair grounds you will wear as little clothing as conventionality permits. If you mean to get home in the middle of the afternoon, you may trust the weather implicitly. If you are going to be out till 6 o'clock, you want to take your sealskin jacket. I have never yet found a wrap that was too heavy when the breeze blew in from the lake. Get a special pair of soft yellow shoes for tho Fair, and get them at least a size and a half too large. The Chicago foot is m climatic development from which tho longest Southern pedigree will not protect you." No article of attire requires more ventilation than shoes that are worn daily, and none, perhaps, receive lew attention in this respect. Excellent hygienic ronults may be obtained by applying ummonin of moderate strength to the inner surfaces of the soles of the shoe by means of a small sponge attached to a wire, and allowing the shoes to dry. This treatment of the insoles will add greatly to tho comfort and health of the feet, and should bo repeated at least once every fortnight It was down in a Kentish village that a gay young volunteer found n sweetheart at Easter. Suoh a beauty she wan, too. Being in tho cosmetic business, ho sent her down from London a couple of pots of cold cream to keep her cheeks as fresh as the budding rose. When he came down to visit her again at Whitsuntide he asked how she liked his little gift. "Tho taste was very nice," she said, with a sickly smile; "but I think I liko Devonshire cream best."