HOW ODD!

Evening Star, Issue 19844, 18 April 1928, Page 13

HOW ODD!

No woman need despair! If she cannot disguise her beauty she can cultivate an odd carriage. Already one girl, well known in society, I notice, never walks into a room in the ordinary fashion; sho sidles in—not because' sho lias an inferiority complex! Oh. dear, no! Because that is now she has decided to become a “good subject”! And isn’t it whispered, in a—“ her maid told my chauffeur”—kind-of-way, that another woman spends hours standing about in ballrooms and looking through lorgnettes with a vacant staro which she cultivates in front of her mirror, for tho same reason? So, mesdamos, watch carefully for the newest form of ugliness and make it your own. adopt a limp, a droop of the right shoulder, a slight twist of tho neck, a continual look of surprise, and you, too, may ho made famous for a moment or two. But I fee! surcthat tho psychologists and tho ougcnically inclined will beg that colonics of our babies should bo established somewhere away in (he country whore (ho craze for caricature has not yet disturbed the normal desire for the beautiful, lost, gazing always upon tho ugly, their minds should bo also distorted!—‘Ladies’ Field.’