WOMAN’S WORLD.

Wairarapa Age, 2 September 1931, Page 3

WOMAN’S WORLD.

PERSONAL ITEMS.

Miss Chennells, Havelock North, is the guest of Mrs W. B. Cheimells, Short Street.

Mrs I. I. McGregor, Worksop Road is visiting Wellington.

Mrs Dickens and Miss Jean Dickens, Pownall Street, are visiting Wellington.

Mrs Johnston, “Airlio” Upper Plain, is the guest of Mrs D. Ogilvy, Foxton.

Mrs K. McKenzie and Miss Isla McKenzie, Cole Street, have returned from Palmerston North.

Mrs Bullock, St. Peter’s Vicarage, Wellington, is the guest of Mrs Kummer, Opaki Road.

Miss E. Todd, Essex Street, has re turned from a holiday in Taihape.

Mrs V. E. Donald, Lansdowne, is at Castlepoint.

Mrs E. G. Eton, Cornwall Street, is visiting Wellington.

Miss M. Bell, Blenheim is spending Che school vacation in Masterton.

Mrs Barclay, Essex Street, has returned from a visit to Waitara.

Miss L. Robinson, infant mistress for the past ten years at Te Ore Ore School, was farewelled at a social afternoon recently. Mr. McGovern, chairman of the school committee, presided. The Maori residents of the district were in charge of the musical programme. On behalf of settlers and school committee Mr. McGovern presented Miss Robinson with a cheque as a token of their esteem while Master K. Percy gave her the school children’s gift, an electric lamp. Mr. D. Thompson expressed the feelings of the Maori friends.

Scarves are very popular. The way that most of the young girls wear the three-corner scarf is to tie the ends in a reef-knot on one shoulder, leaving just two or three inches of end, and then to allow the scarf to fall like a cowl in front. There were some amusing sunshades at the Indian Empire garden party at Hurlingham recently. One, of white satin, was adorned with a painting in water-colour of the Tai Mahal. Another, in green, was embroidered with silver snakes, while a third was of white laee embroidered with butterflies of all colours. Common salt, heated in the oven, makes a good cleaner for light-coloured felt hats. Apply it with a clean piece of flannel, and work in sweeps round the brim. To elean the crown, put the ■hat on an inverted basin, and work in circular sweeps. When it is clean, shake the hat in the open air and then use a stiff brush. Two of the most notable figures at a resent London tennis party were Lady Oxford, in a long black gown slit at the B&e to reveal a blaek and white underskirt, and Baroness d’Erlanger, who wore blaek and white spotted shoes. The craze for up-to-date fashions had spread to the ball-boys, who had dark blue shirts in place of the usual purple —a change which most people considered an improvement. The tide is turning very rapidly. White stockings are being worn by several women competitors at Wimbledon this season, instead of the “nude” variety that made it very difficult to say whether women were or were not wearing any stockings, writes an Englishwoman. iSenorita de Alvarez wore white stockings when She reverted to a skirt, and so did Miss Round. They are not becoming. Lady Oxford, one of the real enthusiasts at Wimbledon, came in a voluminous brown mackintosh and toque with a tiny eye-veil, and sat near Sir William and Lady Jowitt. A special “box” in one of the stands has been arranged for the contingent of disabled soldiers who come daily, and who are waited on at tea by members of the All-Etagland Lawn Tennis Club. There is reason to believe that romance is coming back. Saying that she would ne’er consent, woman has “fallen” again for the long frock. Even curls have begun to appear in London on faces that were devoid of all ornaments save the _art of the powder-puff and lipstick. At the theatre, whore fashion is always a. little ahead of the times, have been seen ladies who might have stepped out of a picture by Winterhalter or Chalon, so sweetly Victorian were they in style and demeanour. A few years ago there was much talk of feminine independence. It achieved the vote, and gave women the freedom that we were told by a noisy minority they wanted. We hear far less of this freedom nowadays. Would it annoy the feminists very much to assert that the majority of women really prefer to be dependent, that they prefer rather to be women than to imitate men in their multifarious efforts and ambitions? The novelists now tell us that romance is back, but the truth is that romance had never gone very far away. The cynicism of the past decade, with its typical plays and novels, was superficial. The romantic revival is overdue. Women have already anticipated it in their frocks and hats.