Annotations of Annabel

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 36, 22 March 1929, Page 13

Annotations of Annabel

DEAREST: . House coats, like oysvers, are Arising out ot vogue of tnat feithfu ally, the thrice biessed bridge ccat, comes this utilitarian and attractive habiliment. In the chillsome days of winter that gloom upon us, in long sleeves and common sense we shall go clad decently: and in order.. Fashjoned in velvet of seductive gleam, wallflower or purple or golden green; or perchance in silken folds bordered in pale pastel tints like a dying rainbow; worn over slight, short frock of subservient harmonious note, and ai@sd by one of the new button-holes ofMuede buds and blossoms, this is a garment to seek and enste, and by good fortune, not beyond achievement of unskilled sartorial striver. ICHARD, describing characteristics of two sisters, finds one good but not pretty, and the other pretty but not dull. Unnecessary to inquire his preference, the solid virtues continuing a drug in the masculine market. Which platitude has wider application than to the female of the species. Take food, for example. The wholesomeness of Victorian rice pudding of blessed memory is unassailable, pressed as it was ad nauseam upon a rising generation; but how violently inarticulate youth rebelled against its too, too solid worth, and abjured at first opportun"Yity, that singularly nasty comestible. In present enlightened decade is youth bullied into consuming that which is distasteful to infant palate? One gathers this discipline is omitted, together with other precept that, with advantage, might be inculcated. Round-eyed, curious, bad-mannered, the New Zealand child often proves a champion of the. art of observation; and would, I shouldn’t wonder, outstare Jove himself if met in a tramear. How all eyes focus on the latest comer, as she stumbles to her seat, greets a friend, searches for purse and, if unlucky, drops a coin and fumbles.Is it the home or the school curriculum that encourages such inquisition ? WAKING tour of gaily pedizened lounge of Capital City’s newly laparisoned D.I.C., fed and refreshed and replete with coffee anc concomitants pleasantly served in huge luncheon room, easily one could imagine oneself transportec to veritable Flowery Land on magic carpet, into gaudiness of which little feet voluptuously. sink. Around walls are ranged pictures, many good and others better, donated by painters in our midst for good cause of new Gallery. Two by Marcus King im. prison mid-day sparkle of sea and sand; low-toned composition by ~ Gwyneth Richardson appeals; Miss Stoddart is represented in sedate , beauty of an old garden; Nugent 4 Welch by a painting in different ‘genre from that to which we have ' grown accustomed; and very lovely is a handful of nasturtiums, by Miss D. K. Richmond, looking as though just plucked from the banks flanking the

Kelburn tram. Having cast bread upon the waters in shape of one small art union ticket, purchased for what is familiarly known as a bob, hope against hope persists that, when the numbers are up, my lucky star will dance, and those gem-like flowers flame upon the too white walls of a small city flat, beside amber silk curtains, yet to be achieved. LL the world read Margaret Kennedy’s brilliant novel anent that irresponsible and gifted vagabond crew, the Sanger family. An inspiration in fictional form; passionately appreciated by all who have sighed and smiled over vagaries of temperamental artists of all sorts and conditions. Now before us, in the film version, we have Sanger himself, his three adorable daughters, the beloved and difficult genius, Lewis Dodd, and the rest. Even Evangeline, who despises the picture industry, root and branch, was al. admiration for this British production, and _ interested, even touched, by Miss Mabel Poulton's impersonation of Tessa, that dear and devoted child; first as winsome maid in exquisite setting of Tyrolése mountains, later in incongruous conventional environment, with, as arbiter of her destiny, the handsome, hidebound, soignee Florence, uncomprehending wife of the moody musician. The latter was admirably played by Ivor Novello, whose handsome face and lounging insouciance were always in the picture, and the rest of the cast remarkably true to type; but always pretty Tessa goes to the heart, wistful, wayward and doomed. BY happy fate and remembrance of a friend-who, so ready is her generosity, so pliable her pursestrings, I fear will end her days in some home for decayed gentlewomen -I am possessor of a copy of "The White Wallet,"" companionable compilation by the late Viscountess Grey. Unique and charming, this is unlike all other anthologies; exploring many ramifications of literature, and casting fresh light on facets of sapnprehended truths and fallacies. Intersnersed je ocessional comment hv Pamela Grev, some snetch of vrce or excursion into the occult. Apt and catholic are the selections:"Thex quarrel and part," said the woman. "That is friendshib," said the man. "We quarrel and don’t part," said the WOMAN "That is love," said the man. AgainA good woman died, and thew found in her hosom an old love-letter. Out of the slime they dragged the body of a very had woman, indeed: and they found in her bosom an old loveletter. Another version of the Colonel’s lady and Judy O’Grady. Your

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