BEFORE THE MIRROR.

Otago Witness, Issue 3215, 27 October 1915, Page 69

BEFORE THE MIRROR.

BY “ JHAftWETTE.”

“Jeannette,” the well-known writer on Beauty Culture and author ol "The Book of Beauty,” will be pleased to help and advife any reader on matters ol the Toilet. Queries should be accompanied by a stamped addressed envelope, and directed to “Jeannette,'' “Before the Mirror,” 43 Gray’s Inn road, London, W.C.

Those are, undoubtedly, days of exceptional nervous strain for one and all of us. Anxiety, with its beauty-destroying influence, is casting its shadow over the lives of many of us women, and while few, perhaps—the more stoical amongst us —can avoid worrying over past and prospective events, we may all. with a little care and forethought, succeed in preventing the results of worry from being noticeable in our appearance. To these fortunate few this little chat will, however, be as interesting and instructive as to those who stand in real need of help in toilet matters, and may be the moans of bringing to. their notice some hitherto unknown method of retaining or regaining that beauty of face and figure which is the birthright of every woman. Some of the ingredients mentioned below arc, at present, not generally known to the public, but any good chemist will usually bo found to have a small quantity in stock.

Soma Hints about the Hair. —An Excellent Shampoo. —Few women realise how all-important a really good shampoo is if the hair is to be kept in perfect condition. To shampoo the hair properly, shake it down, comb it out, then dip the fingers into a little pure olive oil or almond oil, and then thoroughly massage the scalp. Then mix a teaspoonful of stallax granules in a cup of warm water. Fill a basin with warm water, into which the ends of the hair can fall, and shampoo the stallax mixture into the roots in the usual way. Bins?, and dry by fanning, or in the open air if the weather permits. Should the hair be exceptionally greasy, the oil massage of the scalp should be omitted. Stallax can be bought at any cbemist in quarter-pound sealed packages; it keeps indefinitely, and one package is sufficient for 25 or 30 shampoos. A Tonic for Thin or Falling Hair. —When the hair falls unduly, or has become thin and impoverished, a tonic should be applied every night for six or eight, weeks. To make a simple and inexpensive but most efficacious loation at home, take a quarter of a pint of bay rum and add to it one ounce of boranium. Shake thoroughly, and leave for 30 minutes, then strain, and add sufficient water to make half a pint. Every night massage the scalp for tern minutes, going over the entire head, then dab the mixture into the roots with a soft sponge. • Regular brushing for a few minutes every morning will also help to improve the condition of the hair. A Greasy Skin and Blackheads. —A greasy, oily skin with blackheads and enlarged pores is a sore trial, and many a girl goes through life with her appearance entirely spoiled with these unsightly ANSWERS TO CO:

E.B. —The white spots of which you complain are due to too much chalk in the system. Consult your doctor, who will give you something to disperse thorn. BIDSBURY. —If it is only a ease of enlarged pores and not blackheads, massage the skin with mereolized wax every night, leaving a little on the lace till next morning. Then wipe off any which may remain, wash the lace with , warm water, using no soap, then dash cold water over it. RICHMOND. —To improve the eyebrows, rub a little mennaline into them every night, stroking in the direction in which you wish them to grow. MARGARET. Massage with olive oil and breathing exercise will help you, but patience and perseverance will be necessary, as it will be some, time before you will notice any improvement.

N. 8.8.—1 am not surprised that after trying 80 “so-called remedies” for superfluous hair you are still as much troubled with it as ever, for there are so many useless remedies offered for sale. Get an ounce of pheminol and use it as directed. Then every day after washing the lace

blemishes, which may now be so quickly and effectively removed with but little trouble. To remove blackheads, and the dull, dirty look of the skin which accompanies them, dissolve one stymol tablet in a glass of hot water. Allow the effervescence to subside, then dip a small soft sponge into the liquid, and bathe the face. Leave on the skin for a few minutes, then dry with a towel, and the blackheads will come right oS. For a greasy skin, bathe the face three times a week with stymol, and spray with cold water every morning, using a vulcanite throat spray.

> The Secret of a Good Complexion.—The secret of a good complexion is so simple that were it only more widely known there would, be no such thing as rough, blotchy skin. Nature has decreed that the outer cuticle, when it shrivel* and dies, shall be removed, but so many women fail to realise this. To remove, by absorption, th® dead outer skin, and preserve the complexion in all its pristine beauty, mercolized wax is recommended, ordinary creams and lotions being quite ineffectual for this purpose. Smear the wax over the face and neck, mb it gently into the skin, and leave for the night. In the morning wash it off, using a good soap, such as Pilenta, and all the dead skin will be removed with the wax. Then apply a lotion to remove any trace of greasiness and brace up the skin, making it firm and white. The lotion can be made at home quite easily, by mixing one ounce of elominite in four tablespoonfuls of hot water. Bottle, and when cool apply to the face with a soft sponge or the tips of the fingers, allowing it to dry on , the skin.

apply a little tekko paste. If you can manage to do this several times a day the cure will be better and the result quicker. The •pheminel removes the hairs and the constant use of the tekko paste eventually kills the roots. MATER.—For the little girl's hair use a tonio made by mixing a packet of boranium with four ounces of bay rum. This will increase the growth and make "tho hair bright and glossy-looking. Regular massage of the scalp for five or ten minutes every night will also help. (2) To reduce your weight eat two or three clynol berries every day. They are quite harmless, inexpensive, and pleasant to take. A.M.K.—To arrest the greyness and restore the hair, which has already , turned, to its original colour, get one ounce of tammalite, mix with four ounces of bay rum, and apply to the hair and roots. This will soon pub matters right. HILDA.—To remove the freckles rub a little mercolir.ed wax over the face every night, and wash off with warm water in the morning. (2) The dark rings under the eyes are caused by insufficient sleep. Take more rest and they wllj disappear. 1

offering their flowers for pennies. Now into sight whistling and at quick swinging pace come a company of marines, raising the dust of the summer road, A charabanc of tourists follow (all old men and women), who wave and cheer the soldiers as they pass. An ambulance with its great Red Cross l turns in the hospital gate. It is summer in England. England at war. The following wonderful war poem, which appeared in the Clarion, is going the rounds of the press. I hand it on to you : THE DRUM. My Ned has gone, he’s gone away, he’s gone away for good ; He’s called, he’s killed. Him and his drum lies in the rain, lies in the rain where they was stood. Where they was stilled. Ho was my soldier boy, my Ned, Between these breasts he’d lay his head. But now he’s killed. My soldier’s gone. His head lies now between two naked stones, His drum is broke. There’s none to mourn him in the rain, only the rooks which watch his bones: Which watch and croak. His great red hand is wasted bare, That tapped his drum, that touched my hair, Hark! Not a stroke. But what is this beside my heart, beside my heart that sounds? Tap tap, tap tap! Oh, what is this that beats within, like drummers beating bounds, Rap upon rap ? What wonder have I felt and heard? Is it the wing-beats of a bird? Tap tap, tap tap! My boy is gone, yet near my heart another boy lies now. Though he be dumb, Ha thumps my heart like soldiers thump, he thumps a tow-row-row, To say he’s come. A drummer boy, all gaily dres’t, Will yet again be at my breast. Hark! There’s his drum! Edwin Smallweed.