Pretty Girls of Poland.

Hokitika Guardian, 24 December 1921, Page 4

Pretty Girls of Poland.

(By Itothsay Renyofds.) WARSAW

Poland, is cretmtind with pretty girls. The prettiest live in Lwow. At least that is what tile, Roles ?ay, and possibly it was their reason for having their Ijig trade exhibition at Lwow instead of Warsaw.

At any rate, thousand of .business men went, to Lwow and bought .goods to the tune of two hundred milliards of Polish marks, or a million English pounds. And when they were not haggling over |irices I suppose they spent their time admiring the pretty girls. An Englishwoman once asked me whether Polish girls had brown eyes or blue eyes. I told her that some had brown eyes and some had blue, and she seemed quite astonished. There are people like that. They believe that people in foreign countries are all of a pattern in appearnce and character.

In Lwow there are girls with pale gold hair, girls with bright gold hair, with brown hair, and black hair, but, when I come to think of it. T do not know that they are so extraordinarily pretty.

Study thorn coldly and you will probably end by saying that there are more pretty girls to the hundred in England than in Poland. A Polish girl who is not very pretty gives one the. illusion she is. I discovered the other day how she does it.

I was watching the ladies of Lwow come into a restaurant at supper-time. I noticed one in particular. She was not very young, not very beautiful, and not very well dressed; but she made everybody in that restaurant sit up. She came in and stood near the door examining the people at the tables through a tortoise shell lorgnette. A man came from a table and she gave him her hand to kiss with the air of a queeen bestowing a favour. Then two or three more friends came to greet her and by the time she had decided to walk up the restaurant everybody had left off eating and was asking who. this charming person was. She walked very slowly, attended by the people she bad collected and smiling as if never in her life she had seen anything so entrancing as that rather ordinary restaurant.

And I caught her secret. She simply said to herself: “I am a woman—therefore I am charming. ’’ And on that assumption of course she was. Then T began to notice that every woman who came into the restaurant did so admirably. Not one of them looked embarrassed and not one of them looked “stack up.” They had all of them made up their minds that they were charming and that it was a privilege for one to be allowed to see them.

I gave the lady who was not very beautiful, not very young, and not i cry well dressed top marks, but, many others ran her close. And not one of them powdered her face at table. I dare say they had all powdered their fares before they came in. That does not concern me. Tt does concern nt« when powder is floating about in the air and sottling in my soup. Tf you want to go to Lwow, and are cowardly, ask for a ticket to Lemberg. Otherwise repeat the following nonsense and you will know how to ask for a ticket properly : There was a young lady of Lwow, Who said what I want is the proof That your love’s the real thing And does not merely spring From a wish to get hold of my oof. I would like to add that in another point Lwow is superior to London; there are still old ladies there. And of all the ladies of Poland the most charming arc the old ladies, with white hair and dresses of no particular fashion, just, as they used to he ill England.