WOMAN'S WORLD IN LONDON

Evening Star, Issue 19002, 25 July 1925, Page 21

WOMAN'S WORLD IN LONDON

[Written by Cynthia, for the : Evening Star.’] Juno 17. Just now there is a positive epidemic of nasal American, for London is flooded with Yankee doctors. Hundreds from all parts of the United States are hero for the conference, and you seem to hear little else but “ Say, what are you doing to-day?” or “it’s a bully fine place.” That is if they happen to like the place they are in. I was gratified, being an Englishwoman, to hear the approval of the walk of the English girl. The doctors admire the way our girls walk and the steady stride they take. In the States few women walk anywhere. It was amusing. however, to hear them express their astonishment at the small amount of water drunk. “We have to fight for it in England,” one told me, “and should never get it on our tables at meal times unless we asked for it.” This they thought most extraordinary. Personally, I never know why water is not nut on a lunch or dinner table, just as forks and spoons. It really ought to be; but it is only in private houses one J ever sees water so served in England. | I suppose restaurant and hotel keepers think, it is encouraging their patrons to drink it in preference to wine, over which they make such huge profits! There is very little talk or anything but Ascot, which is next week, and, as we are enjoying a spell of sunshine these islands have not known for years, there is great trepidation as to how the weather may behave (usually throe summer days and a thunderstorm are cur lot). This space has, marvellous to ! relate, been exceeded, and, though thunder has threatened, it has kept off. It would bo a sin if rain spoils Ascot as well as the Derby and Oaks; but such things do happen here. We never know when wo do got lovely frocks whether we shall ever be permitted to wear them. I have seen so much that has positively charmed me this year, and 1 know' it is generally said “ clothes were never more fascinating,” but I , really do think this year they are perfectly adorable. The filmy georgettes, massed in patterns of tumbling roses and flowers, wore never more delicate — seme with pale grounds and some dark. - Lace is on everything; and how cool and pretty it is—so soft with ephemeral materials. Plain crepe georgette, to my mind, takes a whole heap of beating. I don’t know what there is about it, but it seems to make everyone who wears it better looking 1 I saw the loveliest frothy frock, with the wide fluffy skirts (so ideal for a young wearer), produced in pale pink georgette over a silk slip. Not an atom of trimming on it, the skirts French hemmed, and the round neck and sleeveless armholes treated in the same way. A rather wide-brimmed hat of pink georgette was finished with a swathery of the same fabric, and one long pointed end drooped to the knees. Pale champagne stockings and shoes, with long elbow gloves of suede of the same hue, made up a dress fit for a young goddess, in my opinion. Its simplicity and perfect cut were factors of indisputable grace and charm. THE CHARM OF BIG HATS. It was rumored that hats were to be big, but never did I think such huge ones would be worn. I don’t suggest that every woman is forced to wear a big hat—lt is really a matter of taste; but when we have been done to death with these things one puts on with a shoehorn it is certainly rather amazing to what extreme we can go in another and entirely different direction. Some of the Ascot hats are too lovely for words, and so utterly chic. Flowers just perched in the right place, or the whole crown made of them, and trailing feathers of a shaded and delicious hue, smartly twirled about —some put through the brim, others just adorning the crowns—all so attractive that the heart of any woman must experience a thrill when looking at them. Though crin.-straw is so fashionable, I love the lace hats and georgette variety; and the woman has surely yet to be born who can honestly say these fascinating hats don’t suit 'her. I maintain that the plainest woman can be made to look nice if only she knows what to wear and how to wear it. I often wonder what men would do without women’s shops. They make fortunes out of the women, and (I will say it) pander to the extravagance which they so denounce in their own homes. I saw a hat with wonderful aigrettes marked £l9 19s the other day! What price that for crass extravagance? And a man kept the shop—a well-known one in London.