OUT-OF-DOORS BEAUTY PARLOUR

Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 92, 12 January 1935, Page 17

OUT-OF-DOORS BEAUTY PARLOUR

The Miracle of Sunshine

A dose of natural sunshine comes as near to being a beauty potion, an elixir of charm, as anything that ine apothecaries and beauty specialists ot all the ages have ever concocted. I’ve rubbed elbows with a lot of the cosmetic wizards of the present day. Their products —the creams and lotions, tine soaps and face powdery you find in the Stores—are excellent. Sound products of modern science. They do much to repair the harm of our crazy modern mode of life. But they aren’t miracles Whereas sunshine is a miracle! It does obscure magical things to the calcium and phosphate and other sordid minerals of your tissues. Transmutes them into, pep, radiance, positive physical charm! ■ . I’m a great believer in what inigtit be called the “overflow” theory of personality. The theory that personality, attractiveness, It, are a kind of magnetic radiation from an abundantly healthy individual .' . . an overflow of physical energy, which pours outward from j ou in electric sparkles, when and if your physical vitality is in excess of your physical needs. A woman who is below par in health, constantly overdrawing her physical and nervous reserve, is seldom a vitally attractive person. Whereas a woman with superb health is usually dynamic, stimulating, attractive to people. And that’s what sunshine can do for you! Pile up that reserve which generates personality. Recharge your storage battery of charm. 1 think one of the greatest tragedies of civilisation is the fact that we live so much of our lives indoors and bundled up. ' Thank our stars we are learning to move out and under the sun, in a minimum of clothes. No wonder the scanty bathing suits reveal ugly, distorted figures. We’ve been living like moles for centuries. No wonder the Greek goddesses had such divine figures. They knew how to dress scantily and play outdoors. Their beauty secret, long forgotten in the dark Middle Ages and Victoria’s era, is coming to light again. If you are so careless as to let your face get badly sunburned, you may question whether sunshine is any beauty aid. But that will be your own fault There are any numhei of good preparations to protect your skin from burning until it gains a little Hardihood of its own. If your skin is comparatively opaque, q heavy application of your powder foundation and a generous powdering will be enough. If your skin is dry, an oil rubbed into it while yoir sun bathe will prevent soreness and blistering. If your skin is thin, fair or sensitive, you should surely use one of the creams that definitely screen out the burning light while you tun to your heart’s content.

Don’t let yourself get badly sunburned. It coarsens and thickens your skin for months afterward —and that’s not becoming in this age of femininity. Moreover, a bad sunburn is a burn, with the attendant fever, toxic condition, destruction of red blood corpuscles. No health in-that! So take your tonic sunshine in moderation. But take it! For in moderation, it vitalises all your system. Makes your eyes clear, brighter, more sparkling. Makes your cheeks and lips >osy with health. Makes, your skin giow with that inner radiance that is so ,-eductive. Makes you look vivid instead of insipid, writes T>orothy Cocks in “The Toadies’ Home Journal.” WORLD TOUR TO START General Evangeline Booth (From a Special Correspondent.) (By Air Mail.) Early this year General Evangeline Booth, who, after 40 years in America, has again brought that famous name to the supreme command of the Salva? tion Army, will begin a world-wide campaign. She will visit Australia, New Zealand, India, America, and Scandinavia. “In my plans for the future,” she says, “I envisage a great campaign of recfiflciliatiori among the peoples of the world.” General Evangeline has risen from commanding an army of two in the shims of London to her present authority over an international army of two millions. She first went round in a coster’s cart: she is now driven in a limousine—still on the same mission. In the vast Albert Hall, when General Evangeline was welcomed back to England, one of the most memorable scenes in the history of the Army was witnessed. Here is the tribute paid to her by Mr. Janies Douglas: The new General faced her army. . Slim, erect, tingling with nervous force, fire in her hoarse, worn, but beautiful voice, and in her flashing eyes, grace in the flowing gestures of her delicate hands, poised perfectly on her small feet, her rippling red-gold hair a mass of flame on her magnificent head, and every mood and emotion on her features, she held the -huge audience spell-bound. A great orator, beyond doubt, with every stop in the organ at her command. I saw her in the eighties as a young girl in Belfast, and her beauty dazzled even the Irish, who know all about beauty.

Tn those far days the Army was an outcast. She was Eva, then, and to the poor and oppressed slie seemed an angel as she preached in mean streets and grimy halls. Her oratory is superb. She varies her tones. She uses the rhetorical pause magically. As I watched her, I caught a resemblance to Lloyd George. That lifted arch of her eyebrows is Georgian, and she has an eye like his —swift and lightning. The army has got a masterful chief. She is a real chip off the old block. Here is a passage from her life’s history—as a woman in her own words: “I have longed for my own children, I have been in love several times, but something has always stepped in to prevent my marrying. “Once, instead of keeping a tryst, I had to visit a man under sentence of death in prison. It was the last straw to the man I loved, and who loved me. It came on top of a number of incidents, which proved that I had always some promise to keep to the poor and sick, or some meeting to attend.

“Even now, just when I have become General, I must sail to Australia. I promised them I would go last year, but fell sick.”

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