LUCK's A LADY TO PRETTY PUNTERS

NZ Truth, Issue 1203, 20 December 1928, Page 5

LUCK's A LADY TO PRETTY PUNTERS

H*irl of a rose — the liny hearts of the embroidered flowers^ on this taffeta gown are made of little wooden buttons, golden-colored Ufa the true flower heart. The ordinary woman would need to back Siar Stranger twice at fifty to one, and get home, before she could possess such a frock —but apparently, some have the luck,, fpr race Wear has never been so.o)rgeous or so varied before. The butterfly lady can have wings which would put the insect £mg-.0.n to shame.

Lilac time comes to our shops with lhe while turban hat, shown above. Il is of white felt over which a multitude of tiny vehet petals represent white li'ac ; and at the side, two sprays of delicate purple make up the bunch. The wide-brimmed hat on the wistful lass m oval (perhaps, as the old song puts il only one leg of her double came m) is of black an & beige. Not half so pensioe is the maid shown turning over a thick, roll of the best, m a beige and scarlet gorgette ensemble with a hal of palest lemon straw The young lady B)/io looks as if shea stepped out of"Chu Chin.Chow" chooses for coloring gold-threaded j>eige, with -a soft pink hat up above, and- beside her is shown a black velvet evening cloak, suitable'for the celebration-dance.

Shops, Bells and Balloons . DIXIE GlßL,— l've been Christmas shopping on my wild lone. ( Which * would you rather have— a soap Venus, very pink, or a souvenir shoehorn? Because they're all I have left. I was so tired that I made a. blind rush for the G.P.0., put the wrong addresses on everything, said "'Ere, take them," to the boy at the counter, and left. ... And now I sit on one of those benches by the Government Buildings, resting my writing-pad. on the back of a nice, broad, blissfully beerily somnolent tramp; Long may he doze, ;''. ■■ I'd like to sit here (minus the tramp) midnight of Christmas Eve, with the town like a strange blue flower of stone and the hills dark. I'd imagine all the' bells m the world ringing— laughing sleigh-bells }n : - Canada/. 'little cracked dreamy ones m Palestine, big ones booming over the Seine ■.'.■._ . . and our own old boy, with the, chronic wheeze m his chest, ' getting m a husky word now and again. 'Stead : of which, I shall probably buy many balloons, and, with outside assistance, try to teach the traffic 'cops all about Dante's lnferno7 Come/too? The merriest, dear. — TAFFY.