A "SENSIBLE" BEAUTY.

Dominion, Volume 14, Issue 223, 15 June 1921, Page 3

A "SENSIBLE" BEAUTY.

“Beauty,” said Elisabeth, ia a talent. Cultivate it, and it increases tenfold’; bury it in a napkin, and it dies. In other words,” she added for tfhe benefit of her puzzled little friend, "if you don’t take cage of your looks, you soon won't! have any left to taka caro of." The Bride looked emd. She was a pretty little thing, very dependent on her colouring for her charro. In tlhe strong ligflit her small face was revealed ae being a shade too powdered, the eyelashes darkened artificially; tho soft hair ft trifle too obviously "waved." Her strong-minded friend Elizabeth sat with the late afternoon sun pouring over her face and hair, and revealing no flaw in her exquisite skin. Her sober dress was a foil to the whiteness of her neck and the smooth forehead from which the golden hair rippled back. Dark eyebrows and long curling lashes emphasised the clearness of (her eyes. She was good to look ah. Yet Elizabeth wan apparently scornful of her own good looks, cared little about pretty frocks, and rau a Government departmonil tho greatest efficiency and common sense. "Elizabeth,” said the Bride, "it’s all very well for you to bo sneering about jxiwdey and things, but you’re got a perfect skin and gorgeous hair. I have to make up n bit.”

"My dear child,” said Elizabeth, "of course I take reasonable caro of my looks, just as I wash my hands and china my shoos. You can’t leave everything to nature; we all star? well enough —look at babies’ skins —but wo don’t) wear well. All this powder has a good enough effept—for a time —but sooner or Inter vour skin gets coarse and there's no hiding it.” "I wish,” said the Bride "that instead of lecturing you would tell me what to do. You say ■'take ejwe of your looks’ and 'don>t powder,' but what shall I do?"

"Uee your common swse," said Elizabeth. "If tou thought, dfeeply, you .would soon sec that makitig a mask of cream and powder over your face blocks up the pores and makes your skin rough and spotty. What you want is to peel off the soiled outer skin and give the new one underneath a olianoe to show itself. Get some ordinary mercolleed wax from your chemist, nib it on at nigf.it, and wash it off with good soap and water in the morning I Or if you are ip a hurry, wash your face first, and Jiefore it Is quite dry, rub fibe wax on, and dry your face with, a towel. Either of these processes aEsorbe the old soiled outer sltin and. leaves the new clean oomplaxicn underneath revealed in all its beauty.”

“But,” objected the Bride, "my ncse gets eo shiny. I must powder.”

"There are other ways of preventing ft shiny nose," Baid Elizabeth. "My secret is a homely one. Ju.vt get some

oleminite. dissolve it in waler, and use it as a. lotion for your face and neck. It wants to be rubbed into the skin until it is quite dt}y, and then it leaves a nice, even bloom, and prevents all ‘shininess. ■Besides it doesn’t look a bit. like ‘makeup,’ it just gives your face a kind of peach like bloom which is a distinct asset." _ "I suppose,” said the Bride. ‘ there is no home-made substitute for ronge, is there? Because, you know, I look dreadful when I’m pale.” Elizabeth thought a minute. "I don't know why powdered colliandum wouldn't, be an e.vrolloat tiring. It is a soft dull pink, und it tends io deepen a little in. a. warm rcom. I should be inclined to try that. Of course, pro-; lactlim is -tfli«» only thing for keeping your lips smooth and inealthily red. You know that, of course.” "One more problem." said the Bride. "Before I married. I used to put my hair in curlers. Now I leave it loose at night, because Jack likee to eee it down, and of courso I have to wave it with tongs nearly every day.’ I’m eo' worried because all the colour’s aoing—i I actually found some grey hairs' the! other day. Shall I use henna or what; to make it bright again?” "Henna, of course not,” said tho era-; phatio Elizabeth. "You don’t want to dye your hair at twenty-two—or at sixtytwo if you're sensible. You must got some tammalite nt once—plain, ordinary tammallto—and make it up yourself with bay rum. That will soon bring back the lost colour. Do you shampoo with sta.llax? Oh, hut you should! That makes your hair so silky and bright. Of course you must drop waving your hair with hot irons. It’s suicitte for your hair—makes it dry up and fall out." "But. Elizabeth, mv hair is quite str«.’»tht.” moaned the Bride.

"That’s all right,” smiled Elizabeth, “nil’ you want is silmerinc. Just comb your hair down the way you want it to go, damn it. a little with silmerine, nut a slide or two ip. end fluff your hair up on each side of the slide. In the morning you will find a nice kink where the slide was. Your hair ought to look naturally wavy, not a series of hard furrows like ft ploughed field. You won’t need to put the slides in mr-ro than once or' twice a . • . you’ll find that your hair with a little patience and perseverance will develop a. wave of its own. so that after your stallnx ehnmpco, if you comb it baforn it is quite dry, tihe wave will ix'him of its own accord. Two ounces of silmerine will last you for at least six months. Besides, you will be superior te the coal shortage, for it i« criminal waste of gas to uso it /to heat tonsrs. Enough of your looks! Det's pass to brighter subjects.” The Bride smiled. "Silmerine—«iltnerine—l won’t forget, that. All right talk away, Elizabeth.”