WHEN LONDON SWELTERS

Evening Post, Issue 37, 13 August 1934, Page 8

WHEN LONDON SWELTERS

(Written for "The Post" by Nello M. [ Scanlan.) LONDON, July 0. In a London heat-wave, your heart may be willing, it is your feet that won't keep going. On hard, sun-baked concrete, or asphalt that is melting and clings to your weary foot, it is difficult to appear"fresh and vigorous. This has its effect upon the expression of tho most carefully tended face, and beauty specialists arc finding that easing the ■feet removes inoro wrinkles fron. the face' than any form of massage. Tho coming of the sandal, which each year grows loss and less a covering for tho foot, has given an importance to toenails that would shock Victorian grandmothers. This year's sandals are mere soles of leather, hold on with two or throo thin, plaited strands of leather. No more. This exposure of tho foot makes special care essential, and the toe-nail now shares with the finger-nail the honour of being gaily enamelled or varnished. Platinum, gold, and bronze rival tho bright fire-engine rod for nails. Shoes no longer catch our eye, but powdered feet and painted toe-nails are a loading featuro of tho summer of 1934. Bare legs, however, are not so much seen by day, though no doubt, when many return from their summer seaside hoiidays, where stockings have been discarded, they will havo courage again to invado London streets and offices in their coat of summer tan, minus stockings. Yesterday, even a bishop discarded his coat and sat, with shirt sleeves rolled up, during speech day at a famous school. Judges, a most conservative group, and banisters, have laid aside their wigs in sweltering courtrooms, so we may expert the less serious 1u follow suit with (heir stockings, even though 1":i.-.lii<ui lims decreed that for day, wear, it is not the l^ght, thiua. . ._ j