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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Jan. 22, 1922)
7 TIIE SUNDAY OREGOXIANV PORTLAND, JANUARY 22. 1922 CURRENT HAPPENINGS PICTORIALLY PRESENTED BY DARLING WHY MARRIED WOMEN WANT TO CO INTO BUSINESS. ANOTHER STUDY PERIOD ALL SHOT TO PIECES. THAT DOESNT LOOK MUCH AS IF THEY PLANNED TO CANCEL ANYTHING. 4 -ANMDAi. DAMQUET & TUESDAY GONE TO SPECIAL MEETlNGr IN INTEREST TtE BOARO OF DIRECTOR OF RETAILERS ASSOCIATION- TON I GMT. CAN'T Bt . t-voME to Dinner, o . . . ft lilrfs THURSDAY HE LE4NEI PofS. VYEEICS BuifNEJV TRIP TO IMVEiTKWATC r nnuinrwi... WEDNESDAY -Mft HfufiRFn IW I I (' INVITATION TOSSCKP - I I FOR. VISn-IN&NOTWJB K?lfZ t--- " - I ' Ml1'" O,, NIM 1 ' I WEDNESDAY D0iMESSMEMSOCtAM0MTH CUJ3 I THURSDAY HEll PReSfNTEX) vkitm CotB vvajo ev tt , APMIRIN; BUSINCU AJSOCIATO ATVlMNeK 1 HOW DEcO ToU JUlTf . , " IN MONO.. CO TO BE EAftCV AnO) ,f k S V 5 VJ , ALLOWED TO 1 , . -, f"V3T fTu 5'T IN BALCONY TO WHATS . ALL ABOARD f TOOT TOOT ! ) DING -DONG -DINC- Tl&HT JJQW f MAKING A NEW BOOS; TO TAKE THE PLACE OF THE ONE BILL HOHENZOLLEHH TORE UP. tTS BECOMING JUST A LITTLE DIFFICULT TO CATCH THEIR MEAN INC r w , TV onKsirr socm A bit lhub tab rRcxcH wn lb muted whew wn iu "oveb tucik.' LADY MILLINERS MAKE JOB OF FINDING HAT TOUGH ONE BY JAMES J. MONTAGUE. SOMETIMES, when somebody be hind the scenes accidentally leans against a button, the wrong signal is given, and ' the cur tain rises when it ought not to rise. At such a time you see persons in citizens' clothing, often in their shirt sleeves, hurrying to cover like the little creatures that are disturbed when you overturn a stone in a meadow. These people you can see are frightfully embarrassed. They are doing nothing wrong, they are far more fully dressed than the peo ple will be who appear on the stage when the curtain rlses-at the proper time. Yet they feel guilty, and out of place, and frightened. And that la the way the average man feels when he finds himself in a millinery hop. I went to a millinery shop for a perfectly legitimate reason, vis., to get a hat. But it was not my hat 1 went to get. and that made aU the difference. The hat had been left there to have some flowers or fruil or crepe de chine er voile added to It; and the lady who left it there needed It that evening and dlda't have time to get it herself. That was why I went. I didn't go without argument ar gument that at times rose to bitter ness. But I lost. And there was nothing to do but go after the hat. The millinery shop was on the third floor of a building which was apparently devoted exclusively to millinery ahops. It was richly car peted, and furnished with a large number of hats, each disposed taste fully on a frame, and each apparently- presided over and guarded by a young woman. There were long aisles of them, all of them different. Why they should all be different was beyond me. You go into a man s hat store, and all of the hats of a par ticular sort are quite alike. You say what kind you want, and the man puts it on your head. If it fits; you tear the little white tag out of the band and wear it away. The hat you left behind you follows on by parcel post. It is a perfectly nat ural and simple operation, and fairly enjoyable, particularly If you were getting tired of the hat you had be fore, and people were beginning to make remarks about It. Thar waa nothing- Ilk that in this mHrtnery shop. When I crossed the threshold I was confronted by a se rious difficulty. I didn't know whether or not to take off my hat. Judging by the carpet and- the gen eral air of femininity about the place, I oug'ht to. Yet this was a store, and you don't take off your hat in stores. I looked about to see If there was an other male customer by whose actions I might be g-ulded. There wasn't. A messenger boy who had Just come in kept his cap on. But messenger boye are not what cultivated people call criteria. For a time I stood just Inside- the doorway, snatching nvy hat off and then putting It on again, when I thoug-ht I saw one of the young women looking at me scornfully. Then things began to happen, and I forgot all about my own hat. Young; Woman Approaches. A young woman approached me. She had large blue eyes. "You want?" she said. f"l have come for a hat." "Yes, sir. Right this way." She about faced, and swept up one of the aisles. I followed. "For a young woman or an elderly one," she said presently over her shoulder, as she came to anchor be fore a spot in the hat forest where the foliage was thickest It was a tough question. The an swer depended on the popart of view. "The hat isn't for me " I began, "that is. it isn't my hat." She smiled a little. "I suppose not," she said. "Just wait a minute." A large woman en me up. -"That hat is ready, Mrs. Biffens," said ray young lady." I will get it for you. Excuse me please." This last was to me, as she moved swiftly away. I stood amid the forest seeking to cover my embarrassment by lighting a cigar. Then I remembered where I waa, and hastily extinguished the cigar. I saw no place to put it, so I dropped It in my pocket. It was still warm, and a thin trickle of smoke rose from the depths where it lay hidden. I quenched this by stuffing a handkerchief over It, and just then another young woman approached. This one had large brown eyes. "You would like??" she said. "I have come for a hat." "This way, please.". Plenty of Hata on Hand. There were plenty of hata where she was, but she evidently Judged they were not my style. She led the way toward the front of the shop, and pausing before a particularly large hat she inquired: "Something like this?" "Well, not exactly, you see It isn't one of these hats I want." "Ah, this way." I followed her to the other end of the shop whQre there were more hats, only smaller ones. "Perhaps one of these??" she asked. "No, not one of theee. In fact, I haven't corns to buy a hat." She told me, with a glance, that this was not an establishment where hats were given away. I was about to explain when a small woman tripped up holding a large hat in her hand. "How much is this?" said the small woman. "Just a second, please." said the saleslady to me. She and the small woman retired to another part of the store. A third young woman approached me. She had large grey eyes. "Was it something you wanted??" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "I want a hat" "What kind of a hat?" Prospect Is Stamped. That stumped me. I wasn't at all sure. "A hat for a lady," I finally said. "What kind of lady?." "A er a medium lady." "But what Is her style?" "Well, I hardly know." "Very well this way." She was off, in a direction neither of the others had taken. But Just then it occurred to me that I was green in this business. I reallied that mine was a hopeless quest. If I per sisted, I would be kept wandering about that store the remainder of the afternoon, with never the couraere to state my errand in plain terms like a man. The door into the hall was, near me. I took it and fled. (Copyright by the Bell Syndicate, Inc.) I WHEN my daughter was 4 she went to visit a woman In the next apartment.' Mrs. Blake brought out a doll and told Frances she had had the doll since she was a little girl. Frances held the doll tight In her arms and said. "Well, don't you think you have had It long enough?" M. B. i. The children were all learning to swim, and Harry was proud of the way Donald could handle himself in the water. He wanted to tell every one that Donald had the right system, but Instead he said, "I'll tell you. Donald has had all the symptoms of swimming." C. E.-K. Alfred and I went visiting one day to my sister's place. We were sur prised to learn she bad twins. I said to Alfred: "These are your two new little cousins, Alfred. They both belong to aunty. What do you think of them?" "Did aunty get them cheaper by taking- the two?" he asked. P. H. . Gordon lives on a farm. He was much surprised when he came Into the house late one afternoon to find his father resting on the couch, nurs ing a sick headache, and his mother trying to quiet a screaming baby sister. He looked at his suffering family In silence, then went to the mllkroom, returned -dragging two huge milk palls, and remarked as he left the house: "Don't anybody worry about anything. As soon as I get the milk ing done I'll come in and cook the upper." K. E. S. The other evening , my sister and her son came to spend the evening. "I am a bit afraid to go home alone. The streets are so dark," remarked my sister. "But, mudder, I won't let you be afraid," said Frederick. K. T. My cousin was asked how many teeth her baby sister had. She re plied: "She has seven, four down stairs and three upstairs." E. H. Mary was sent to the grocer's, and when she came back her poor little right arm was nearly numb from car rying the heavy basket. "Why didn't you carry It on the other arm a while?" asked her mother. Mary looked up In surprise and said. "Why, mother, I didn't want to spoil both arms." A. H, Arnold had been sent to the store late one wintry afternoon. When he came in mother said to him: "Well, son, are there many people out?" "No," he replied, "there was only another man besides me on the street." K. M. P. Homer, who had been out of doors playing most of the afternoon, was having a bath. As usual, he hated the feel of a washcloth, and gave all manner of reasons for not havlnc It used. One was, "Mother, don't waih my back. I never use it." B. M. C. I work In a store which carries ex pensive gowns. One day I asked Marie if she would stop In the store and see me. She replied: "Well, I will If mam ma will go in with me. But mamma doesn't like your dresses, 'cause they have too much price." II. S. e Alta had a sliver In her finger. Her aunt examined it and ni: "I'll attend to it in the mornlnc." In a tone of deep concern oame the reply: "Yes, but don't tend to it h.i 1, bcca.ua it is soxe." iv. B.
