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Otago Daily Times, Issue 17711, 23 August 1919, Page 5

By "ESTELLE."

Of course not; it would ruin it. One must havo one 'decent (lance-frock, oven 'f it 13 only for leave-hops with six couples and a gramophone. That's what Sidney and I aro doing to-night. Sleeves would rum that frock?" '"But, Manon," I expostulated. She smiled "I'll toll you another little secrot. 1 rominol—for removing superfluous hair— is ftoki in powder form at any decont chemist's, and you mix it with water yourself, so as to make a paste. It's simpiy wonderful, and tlio process isn't a bit painful, and doesn't leave any red marks or irritation." Manon was still brushing her thick and pretty hair. It is fairly ordinary in colour, darkest brown, but there aro soft lights in it, and it is beautifully glossy." You wash your hair with staliax, don't you?" aha asked mo I replied in tho negativo. ''Oh, but my dear, you should; there's nothing liko it. It's a bit expensive at first, as you can get it only in ilb packets; but they last for ages, and it works out very cheaply in tho end. I washed mine last night." Good gracious," said I, " I could never do mine up properly so soon after a shampoo." She smiled absently. Now she was brushing a fewdrops of some liquid into her hair, and fussing about with a comb. When I saw her clearly, two deep and becoming waves wero visible over her forehead. "All done by kindness and silmorine," she laughed. "If I'd put it on last night, my hair would have been a mass of curls to-day. But it doesn't suit me so, and I just oomb a littlo in before I do it up." And she nodded a charmiugly-dressed head at my reflection in. the glass. "Hot to-night," I remarked. "Very," she said, "If I don't put some cleminitts on I shall be a pink and shiny fright by the end of the first dance.".. She was covering her face with some Ibtion. " Practically home-made," she said. "Most chemists keep cleminite, and you make it up at home. Don't you think the effect's rather good?" It was. There was a soft bloom on her face and neck which had no look of "makeup," but which had removed all unbecoming " shine." "And the beauty of it is," said she, " I am surG of looking tho same all the evening. No rushes for a lookingglass and powder puff for me. I say, iisteile, I'm rather pale, though. Just for once!" She rubbed a trifle of powdered colliandum on her cheeks. It gave her a tiny soft flush which was most becoming, and brought out the colour of her eyes. "What glorious eyelashes vou have, Manon," I sighed enviously. <r Don't you over touch them up?" "Never," she said. " I rub a littlo monnaline in now and then to make them grow, but that's all. Now, give me my frock, there's a dear. Where's my nail polish. Liquid, you see; saves lots of trouble, and looks twice as nice. I've run out of bicrolium jelly, so my hands look a bit rough. Still I must havo some proofs to show Sid how hard I work. Qh, there's a taxi. I'm sure that's Sid—my gloves and cloak, there's a dear." Sho brushed her lips with a stick of prolactum, leaving them with a soft tint that was healthy but not too bright. "Am I pretty?" with an enchanting smile. " Horribly," I said, with a pantr of jealousy. " Bye—bye!, Es telle. Tell yon soma more another day." And she was gone.