Clever Beauty Secrets.

Otago Witness, Issue 3614, 19 June 1923, Page 56

Clever Beauty Secrets.

Revealed by

a London Chemist.

This series of articles by E. W. Smith, M.P.S., a qualified registered London chemist and pharmacist, is particularly interesting because of its authoritativeness. Considering the bewiidering mass of toilet requisites now offered to the public Mr Smith's simple and homely suggestions should come as a great relief to the puzzled beauty seeker. The dispensing chemist, above all others, is .a a position to judge results from long experience with thousands of cases. Mr Smith has made a special study of the chemistry of beauty culture for many.years and the time is ripe for some such expert’s clear statements, backed by the authority of experience and knowledge. Renewing Complexions.

It is foolish to attempt to cover up or liide a sallow complexion, when you can so easily remove the sallowness itself. Rcxige and the like on a brownish skin only emphasises the defect. The bettor way is to apply pure mercolised wax—the same as you would cold cream—putting - it on at nigho, removing it in the morning with ▼aim water and soap, following with a dash of oold water. The effect of a few applicators is simply marvellous. The half-dead ciificule is absorbed by the wax —painlessly, gradually, in tiny, imperceptible particles—ravelling the beautiful velvety white new •kin beneath. No woman need have a sallow, blotchy pimply, or freckled complexion if she will past get some good mercolised wax r.nd use suggested. Feminine Moustaches. To women who are annoyed by disfiguring do’-ny hair growths a method of permanently eradicating the same will come as a piece of good news. For this purpose puro powdered pheminol m>ay be used. Almost •ny chemist should be able to supply an onn.ee of this drug. The recommend:*! treatment is designed not only to remove the disfiguring growth instantly, leaving no trace, but also to actually kill the hair rooi» without irritating the skin. The Kiss Curl. I cannot too strongly condemn the tub® •£ the hot curling-iron. It means death to the hair eventually. Moreover, it is entirely unnecessary. The hair can be made beautifully wavy and curly to any extent and in any form desired, merely by using mich a simple ingredient as pure silmerine. This perfectly harmless liquid should be applied to the hair with a clean tooth brush at night. In the morning you will find that a very beautiful natural wave and curliness has resulted, and the effect will last many days. The liquid silmerine is very beneficial ami is not sticky or greasy. A couple of ©unces should last a very long time. The Magnetism of Beautiful Hair. Beautiful hair adds immensely t-o tha personal magnetism of both men aud women. and smart women are ever on tho lookout for any harmless thing that will increase the natural beauty of their hair. The latest method i 3 to u s pure stallax as a shair poo on account of the peculiarly glossy, fluffy, and wavy effect which it leaves. Aa atallax has never been used much for this purpose, it comes to the chemist only in 4lb sealed original packages, enough for twentyfive or thirty shampoos. A tea-spoonful of the fragrant stallax grannies, dissolved in a cup of hot water, is more than sufficient for each shampoo. It is very beneficial and stimulating to the hair, apart from its beautifying effect. What Women Hate. Every woman halos a shiny nose and a dull or greasy complexion. Few know that tliero is an instan’.aneous remedy at hand in the home, one that is absolutely harmless, and that defies detection even under the closest scrutiny. If you have no clemiuite in the hous* got about an ounce, and add just sufficient water to dissolve it. A little of this lotion applied to the face will instantly cause the greasiness to disappear, and the skin will save a perfectly natural, velvety, youthful bloom that any woman might envy. The effect will last for many hours, and no powder is required, even under the most trying conditions, indoors or out. To prepare the face, neck, and arms for a long evening in a hot ballroom nothing can compel. with this simple home-made' lotion.

ing uncle enquired what I did with the bulbs I found. Bulbs?" 1 said. “Oh, dear, I did find some, but I believe I’ve swept them up with the rubbish. I'll go and see." However, they were rescued that time, and I yet have hopes of their survival. I wander round the rest of the garden with an eye to appropriating anything that seems to be growing out of place or looks too crowded. A wonderful collection is mine—nasturtium, sweet i>eas, cosmos, sunflowers—these all purloined in their iniancy—stocks, mignonette, poppies, and nemesia seeds I have sown, but the kitten seems to unearth them as soon us Igo away. The oniy patch with “something green” peeping through is where I originally planted nemesia, but as I have never seen it grow 1 don’t recognise it from the plentiful assortment of weeds, and I am anxiously waiting for it to get a few inches bigger. i planted gladioli and watsonia bulbs —- three of each —and they seem to be in a great hurry to reach the sky; in fact, they were so rapid that I have had to "earth them up." There is also a very fine geranium spreading its leaves far and wide, and the aforementioned kitten tumbled off the roof of tlie house on to it yesterday, breaking off several pieces. These I have gaily stuck in various spots, hoping they may “strike.” There arc two things that really grow at terrific speed in my garden. One is a little shamrockshaped weed, and the other buffalo grass. Does one ever get rid of the latter? A garden is very fascinating, and a spot for any and every time. If you feel enthusiastic, go and dig; if you are hopeful, sow seeds; if annoyed, do some weeding; and, if perchance ycu should ever feel vicious, try pruning as an outlet to your wrath! But, most of all, a garden is a restful place; you forget worries or headaches or blues when you get near Mother Earth and you don’t remember to feel tired when you want a harrow load of “top dressing” to make your garden fresh. Yon grope about looking for the first sign of seeds peeping up. Y r ou cut a row of sticks to train sweet peas and naeturtium up, and feel at peace with yourself and the whole world, excepting only that kitten and the dog who buried last night’s tea. in the poppy patch. How delighted you are to hear the rain in the night, and in the morning how you wade through puddles to see what has happened. A garden is indeed one of the joys of life, but cannot be appreciated fully unless you have worked and sown and watched it through many vicissitudes till it smiles upon you in all its glory, “a thing of beauty, a joy for ever.” BRIX. I air, much pleased to welcome you to the Cosy Corner, Brix. You well characterise the pleasures of gardening—the constant interest and expectancy it provides, as well as the achievement.—ESTHEß. GARDENING AT HOME IN THE OPEN. Dear Esther,—My garden this year is now chiefly abloom with memories, dear and fragrant. In th© spring time it was high with holies. 1 planned to have some new flowers among the old, some I didn’t know by name, but tfieir description in the catalogue caught my fancy. One was Ivoehia scoparia. I pictured it in my mind brightening up the border in winter, but as I look out to-day no autumn tints meet my gaze. A pale pink stock, and big bundles of mignonette, and an odd lingering rose remain from the summer border. The chrysanthemums are a wealth of colour., I have them in another border against a board wall facing the north. Earlier in tho year the sweet peas I couldn’t resist ordering bloomed along this wail, and gave me ample pleasure, and a border of candytuft, looking like a rainbow runningstraight, edged the front. One sheltered little spot I made my seed beds in. The nemesia—one of the flowers new to my garden—did not breard well, but each plant rounded itself out into a perfect clump of blosoom, and I think pleased me more tnan any of the other seeds I sowed. Pansies, stocks, asters, purenthium, and love-in-a-mist I sowed in neat squares, and covered till they showed signs of brearding. This was whatgave me my first interest in gardening — watching the seedlings coming up, and it is still in the spring time my greatest delight to count them every morning. In a dry corner the Iceland poppy blooms to perfection nearly all the year round, and in a shady niche beside the pathway I have that favourite of early spring flowers—the violet.

A lowly flower in secret bower,. Invisible I dwell, For blessing- made, without parade, Known only by the smell. The roses and carnations live in borders side by side, and the lilies are given a plot chiefly to themselves, wallflowers acting as a background, with their dark velvet flowers blending well with the yellow of the narcissi, and yellow viola with its gay mass of wise little faces. This is my home garden, but I want to give you a peep at its country cousin, my

“Flower parch among the hills,” so far back that the mountains are very near, with their beautiful lights and shades. A stream flowing past, and a pretty little waterfall tumbling down a slope lying in the sunlight, gave me my first inspiration to lend a hand to Nature. This slope is so steep—it is almost like a wall—with a narrow green glade between it. and the water’s edge, A toi-toi on tho bank leans over to play with the water as it passes. A dead gorse hush spoiled the appearance, and I set a match to it, hut the flames took a sportive turn, and shrivelled up The toi-toi, leaped into a flax I was openly admiring, crackled through it, then raced all over my little hillside to examine the ground that was to lend itself to this new idea. 1 had to retire from the heat and look on with dismay. Still the cause of it all remained—the old gorse bush —but not for long; I soon took a tetter way of removing it. At the foot of a grey matagowrie I planted a rambling rose, and for sentinels to guard my garden I sowed the English oak. Daffodils I dotted about here and there on the slope, with here and there a flowering currant. Primroses were tucked into every cunning little corner, and iris seed I strewed along the bank. I left, this littie spot then, just as the sun was setting, but as each spring time comes I hop© to keep adding something more. Now, last of all, conies ruy woodland'garden. I often stay at a home in the country that has the most beautiful setting of any I know. 1 many a time thought what lovely walks could bo made in this bush of pines, but on© perfect day in summer without any planning whatever I just felt th© dream needed turning into reality. Sometime I would like a rustic gate where I climbed over the fence that day, a net-work of peri-winkle hiding the barb. Inside was not nearly so dense as appeared, and an inquisitive little fantail joined me aa I formed a pathway with little twists and turns to take in some of the old retainers of the bush. Round their gnarled roots I planted pale blue wood violets and white, and some little sunkissed spots I made a bed of blue triolets from the home garden. What fallen pieces of troe-tiuuks 1 could remove I put

into line to define the track, and planted primroses along. One beautiful old stump was adorned with a cap of ferns, but I saw another further on. I planted a mossy creeper on top, and some of my violets round the foot. Some shrubs also I used to make a variation. Cuttings of red barberry, and for the lovers of the future some orange blossom. In dry places at the foot of trees I tried red salvia. If you follow along my path just a. short distance more you come to my beautiful rest room. “The dressing room of the butterfly's ball,” and “for the thrush and the linnet a concert hall.” Later on wood hyacinths and daffodils will make gay colours in the carpet. A great spreading willow tree of immense size forms a perfect canopy of dainty green overhead, and allows a seat at the foot for those that travel along this suntinted primrose pathway. FAY.

A very pleasant account of. varied gardening work, Fay. Your glen aifft wood gardens will he beautiful as the flowers spread. I am very pleased you have joined the club. — ESTHER.