WOMAN'S WORLD

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LIII, Issue 283, 22 April 1911, Page 6

WOMAN'S WORLD

(Conducted by " Eileen "). THE LATE LADY BROOME. Lady Broome, whose death took place in London last month, will be well remembered in New Zealand as the author of a book, "Station Life in Xew Zealand," which appeared in 1889; it was followed in 1874 by another publication which led to her appointment as Lady Superintendent of the National Training' School of Cookery, South Kensington, j Born in Jamaica, she was (writes a Lon- 1 don correspondent), the eldest daughter of W. G. Stewart, Colonial Secretary there; in 1852 she married Captain (afterwards Colonel) G. R. Barker, R.A., an officer who greatly distinguished himself in the Crimea and in the Indian Mutiny. He died in 1800, and his widow married, in 1805. Mr. Frederick Napier Broome, of Canterbury, New Zealand. In 1875 Mr. Broome entereral the Colonial service, and went successively to South Africa and Mauritius. In 1883, having been created K.C.M.G., he received the appointment of Governor of Western Australia, and Lady Broome described ber life in that colony in a book called "Letters to England." Lady Broome had been a widow since 189 C, and at the time of her death she was in the 80th year of her age. She was a woman of no mean ability, and her books written for children have been very popular. It is recalled that Lady Broome used to | tell how the Governor brought down to Christchurch some Maori chieftains, and how one of them, "faultlessly clad in cor- 1 rect evening dress, but with tattooed face, danced with her. He never made a single mistake in any part which he had seen the top couples do first. It was a wonderful set of Lancers, and when it was over I told the interpreter that I was quite astonished to see how well Te Henare danced. This little compliment was duly repeated, and I could not imagine why the interpreter laughed at the answer. Te Henare was most serious about about it, so I insisted on being told. It seems the poor chieftain had said with a deep sigh, 'Ah, if I might only dance without my clothes!'"

THE NEW ZEALAND GIRL. In a contribution to the Girls' Realm, Miss Effle Young (Wellington) remarks on the discouraging attitude of New Zealanders, as compared with Australians, towards the enterprise and talent of their young women. A woman's work exhibition,"mooted in Australia, was carried through there with eclat; mooted in New Zealand it met with "nothing but curt refusals on all sides." The result of this "cold water" attitude is that "the flower of young womanhood is leaving the shores of New Zealand every year. Many of them never return. If they succeed they wish to stay and command further success. If they do not, they still «t:',y. because they are too proud to own that they have been defeated. I:i either case New Zealand has lost them." ANGLO-COLONIAL WEDDING. ] < An Anglo-New Zealand wedding of more than usual interest took plare on j February 23 at St. George's. Hanover I Square,' London, where Major Cosmo I Gordon Stewart, D.5.0., Royal Feild Ar- [ tillery, was married to Miss Gladys Berry Honeyman, younger daughter of the late Dr. J. H. Honeyman, of Auckland, and of Mrs. Bruce-Porter, of 0 Grosvenorstreet. Rev. W. Prebendary Anderson and the Rev. J. L. Stewart (brother of the bridegroom) officiated. Sir Hugh Stewart (the bridegroom's eldest brother) was best man, and Dr. H. E. BrucePorter gave his step-daughter away. The bride's gown was of ivory satin, with an under-dress of pearl-embroidered net. The full Court train was made of silver brocade, draped with Carrickmacross lace. A veil of Honiton lace was worn, and the bride carried a sheaf of lilies tied with wide satin ribbon. There were five bridesmaids Miss Isobel Honeyman (sister of the bride), Miss Bruce-Porter and Miss Jessie BrucePorter (half-sisters of the bride), Miss Inez MacFadycn (her cousin), and Miss Vera Davison, who wore frocks of Cossack blue charmcuse veiled in grey chiffon and trimmed with aluminium lace. They had large picture hats of blue satin, trimmed with long grey feathers and blue velvet, and they carried muffs of grey chiffon, with sprays of almond blossom. Their gifts from the bridegroom were Royal Artillery badge brooches in gold and enamel. Miss Mollie Atldn and Master Anthony Beausire were the trainbearers. Mrs. Bruce-Porter held a reception at C Grosvenor-street. Among the guests were Lord and Lady Edward Spencer-Churchill, Lady Henrietta Guinness, Lord and Lady Shaw of Dunfermline, Lady Gerahline St. Lawrence, Colonel Sir Herbert and Lady Jekyll and Durand, Sir Chas. and Lady Cameron, I and' Sir Alfred and Lady Fripp. After I the reception Major and Mrs. Stewart | left for Paris. The bride travelled in a i [ pastel blue costume, with a black Tegal straw hat trimmed with blue velvet and shaded pink roses.

j FASHIONS FOR MEN London, February 17. Women will have to look to their laurels if men'.s vanitv is to be fostered, as rumor whispers it will be in the spring. From bright-colored and elabor-ately-embroidered socks, neckties of gorgeous hue, and waistcoats with decided leanings towards the fanciful fashions, men have suddenly made another dart beautywards. and quite startling innovations are announced. Why there should appear to a woman anything amusing and rather babyish in a man bedecking himself one cannot tell, unless it is that we be a contrary .sex—but so it is. We ourselves may wear what atrocities we choose in the realms of dress, millinery, furs and the like. Why not the other sex, poor dears? Waistcoats and handkerchiefs are the first articles that show the new spirit to be sported, and in these Solomon is to be art—solemnised, so glorious are the colorings. Moreover, not even lace is to be sacred to us any longer, since waistcoats are now fashioned of lace and net over bright silk, and so sure of itself in this new fashion that it has dubbed its varieties "for morning" "for afterioon," '-for evening." One "sees in ►

imagination the Wicked Husband stealthily whipping his Other Half's best Limerick jabot out of her lace box, and stalking into his club adorned in its flimsy prettincss! Post Impressionist handkerchiefs are fearful and wonderful things, and the sight of one brandished in a theatre, as the writer saw it a few evenings ago, instantly conjures up thoughts of anarchists and such-like awe-inspiring and villainous beings. Purple, red, and green all together, pink and green and blue and gold, plentifully besprinkled with white dot.*, are no uncommon combination, and these, with evening dress, strike |a novel note, as may be imagined. | Tweeds —so long sombre and demure in their simplicity of coloring—are also altering, though gently. Intricate patterns—perhaps but faintly outlined, but certainly in existence—are now elaborating materials for men's wear. An artistic idea that will appeal to all womenkind for their men friends is the one-color plan. Think of Adonis all in misty grey! Shirt, collar, tie, waistcoat, suit, may all be of one color nowadays. Even his boots, socks, gloves and hat may follow if he cares. Or see him, in imagination, "finished off" with shirt and socks of pale grey faintly lined with heliotrope, one of the newest things in ' violet crepe de chine ties, and boots of black with purple leather tops! Then think of the dear conventional being as he is now—all grey, all blue, all brown, top-hatted, sombre tied, with only his glaring socks to show his originality, poor dear! One's heart cannot but ache for the sex, however, when its women friends swoop down on it delighted to again have something to solve the di* tressing problem as to what to give men for presents! There is another aspect of the case. Half—more, infinitely, than half—of woman's power to attract will be gone when her lo.ver vies with her in dress attractions. How could artistic Edwin, (in a trim turn-out of delicate mauve, make love to Angelina, clad in the new ! flamboyant red? The very idea sets our teeth on edge, and one sees the mortification of each as they meet and realise that, as things are, they'll never "go together." Handkerchiefs" of crepe de chine must not be forgotten in the list of novelties, nor must enamelled safety pins for the delicate ties of Adonis be ignored. Now all that remains is for him to make his choice of pretty things and burst upon a wondering feminine world in all his glorv.