NANETTE NOTICES

Manawatu Standard, Volume LVII, Issue 198, 22 July 1937, Page 12

NANETTE NOTICES

HERE AND THERE. (By “Nanette.”) Common Title For Women. A movement to abolish the title of “Mrs” and “Miss” for women, on the grounds that it is an unfair distinction, lias been started in London. The originator of the idea is Mrs F. PethickLawrence, wife of the Socialist M.P. for West Leicestershire. She was a leader of the suffragette movement in its early days. The terms “Mrs” and “Miss” are unnecessary, she feels, because bachelor girls who scorn marriage for careers see no reason why they should advertise their single state when they are introduced to business clients. Similarly, some married women object to being called “Mrs” on the grounds that it destroys their individuality. The proper way to address every .woman over the age of 21, Mrs PethickLawrence says, is by the title “Madam.” Perfection.

The lights throw a soft glow over the bride and bridegroom; the guests around the horseshoe table were chatting gaily, and everybody looked happy. Why should they not be? The newlymarried couple were regarded as a perfect match, and besides that the reception was being held in the Royale Dutch’s splendid room upstairs, where the catering and service were all that could be desired. *

Sale Bargains. “I’ve just been to the Scotch Wool and Hosiery Shop to buy some wool for a new jumper, and I couldn’t resist buying two interlock vests as well.” Mrs Dash told Nanette. “My dear, they’re wonderful value, at prices from Is lid each. I’m going to tell my daughter about them., and urge her to buy two or three before they all go.” * Stripes Are Fashionable. Flashing stripes of Hungarian gipsy costumes, the whirling stripes of a dancing girl’s skirt, and the twisted stripes of a candystick, are vying with the blurred outlines of Oriental stripes, in the new season’s evening frocks of chiffon and chiffon voile. In Amei-ica, day-, time clothes, accessories, coats, capes and hats are all striped. Gift From Her Fiance.

Calling on a friend yesterday, Nanette found her storing away some treasures in her glory box. “There’s heaps of room for everything in this box,” she remarked. “Notice tho padded top and the pretty silk lining; I chose the pattern for the outside covering mvselt. My fiance bought it from Hutchins’ Furniture Warehouse for £2 los, and I’m still feeling thrilled with it.” * New York’s Women Inventors.

About 10 per cent, of America’s inventors of both beauty products and industrial devices are women, according to the exhibits at the National Inventors’ Congress, now being held in New York. These include a wool-winder for which Catherine M. Coburn, of Albany. New York, State, has been offered more than £4ooo for the patent rights. She invented the winder to save asking her friends to hold a skein of wool while she wound it into a ball. Mary McDonough, having had t-lic experience of slipping on a cake of soap in the hath, is exhibiting a sponge which is split down the centre to hold a cake of soap. A Rare Opportunity. Have you seen the special table of oddments in all perfect pure silk stockings in C'ollinson and Cunninghame’s? The remaining pairs from no end ' of broken ranges are being cleared at 3s lid to 8s lid a pair in qualities that were os lid to 10s lid. Inspect the selection early. *

A New Idea. A new sandal of sturdy lines is being made in the United States, and it is converted into a shoe ensemble, with suede slipper feet of different colours. The sandal is made in reversed calf or patent leather in a dark or neutral shade. The colours of the suede slippers may be changed with varying ensembles. The idea was originated by a woman living on a farm, who worked it out with separate knitted “feet” of gay shades. As an after ski-ing typo of footwear, these new sandals should prove popular. An Old Lady Thrilled. The old lady with silvery hair was riding for the first time in a Pontiac. “What a thrill there is in driving in such a perfect car as this I” she gasped. “Modern cars are marvellous and this one—a Pontiac, you said?—must surely be the most glorious of them all.* No wonder Fowler Motors specialise in Pontiacs.” *

An Essential Accomplishment. Dancing is one of the accomplishments essential for success in social life, and to know that you can dance correctly will give you poise and confidence. The Broadway School of Dancing trains pupils ,to take their place in any ballroom with ease and grace. For adult pupils classes are held on Tuesdays, and for pupils of secondary schools and their friends on Saturdays.* Sayings Of Writers.

Sometimes we arc inclined to think of successful writers as superior beings, far above the peculiarities of ordinary folk—but they have their human moments, as wo may learn from the things they have been credited with saying. For instance, Lord Tennyson, to the chagrin of his worshippers, once declared at dinner: “One of the advantages of being Poet Laureate is that you got the best parts of the chicken.” Elinor Mordaunt was once asked if s!Te. was afraid while travelling in the Now Guinea wilds. “No,” >fhe answered; “I’m altogether too thin to be suitable for any cannibal pot.” Winifred Holt by, when first beginning to taste the society of the literary world, wrote to a friend: “Wouldn’t you think I were a real swell, moving in the high society? To tell the truth, I only run up and down, grinning like a dog, and come back in between to wash the dishes and make myself a new dress for eleven shillings.” Loves Using A Broom.

Fanny Hurst once admitted that she was nearly expelled from school for writing other pupils’ essays in exchange lor t|ie solutions to. geometry puzzles; and J. C. Powys told an interviewer, “I loathe society and have never heard a talking picture. 1 love using a broom and boiling eggs.” James Hilton, when complimented on the hardships he must have undergone to obtain the local colour for his novel, “Lost Horizon,” declared: “But 1 have never been near Tibet! What I did was get every book about the country that I could set hands on. Then I just read them.” When in Sydney, Stevenson was asked by a hero-worshipper to explain a rather obscure passage *in a poem by Browning. “I’m darned if I know what. it means,” said R.L.S. after a pause. “It reads like cat’s meat to me.”