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THE MICHIGAN DAILY MAGAZINE

SUNDAY, JANUARY 8, 1922


WM. GOODYEAR & COMPANY

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T HESE new costumes are not in the abundance
one notes at the Easter promenade. Gracious,
no! They are a select few brought together for
those most fashionable young women who take
pleasure in donning the latest while it is yet very,
very new; still in the bud.
The New Frocks
Graceful, Easeful
Here are frocks fashioned so ingeniously that each
will stir up a style swirl wherever worn. Developed
of chiffon taffeta and Qantoi crepe, with basque-
like bodices and skirts just on the verge of the circu-
lar idea. Japanese embraidery motifs lend mystery,
touches of color a gay nonchalance.
A new shade, rather prosaically termed coffee, as-
serts itself with the more familiar browns and navy
blue. Individually and collectively they're welcomed
with enthusiasm.
$25 - $75 }
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New Hats
Snug Fitting
They've come-the first spring
hats, and the thrill you'll get
from being among the earliest
to effect a gay new chapeau-
well, we know what it will be
because we've seen the hats.
They are snug fitting turbans
of faille, cire satin and taffeta.
Many of them flaunt frosted
fruit trimming; the color range
is wide.
Second Floor
By the way-
A newspaper man speaks of
the fashionable dropped waist-
line as the sub-normal waist-
line. If that isn't a clumsy,
back-handed way of expressing
it. Imagine calling anything so
unqualifiedly .smart-sub-norm-
al.
Was someone rash enough to
suggest that the bateau neck-
line was going out? Not a
bit of it, although it has sunk a
little-that is to say, the best
designers have dropped the
neckline a trifle to reveal the
shoulders.
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"SONGS FOR PARENTS"
(By L. E. W.)
John Farrar's "Songs for Parents"
(Yale University Press) is bound in
sophisticated orange such as a flapper
might choose for her boudoir, instead
of in the pink and blue appropriate for
nursery songs. And it hasn't any pic-
tures. Oh bread pudding without rais-
ins! No matter how gravely grown-
up one may be there is always a
pricked-balloon sensation on opening
a book of childhood rimes and finding
it unillustrated. Enthusiasm drops, it
is true, but falls butter-side-up this
time, for after all the author has
done the artist's work.
Using only precise black characters
walking primly across a white page,
Mr. Farrar leaves an impression of
color and brightness. He shows the
child's love of shining things: gold
rings and silver stars, "seas of spray-
ing jewels," dew, the moon fireflies,
"dancing crystal ships," rockets and
tinsel and candle light,-all the flash
and sparkle of the world that intrigues
young eyes. The colors are frank, ob-
vious as a kindergarten paint box-
the blue sky, the scarlet trumpet
flowers, the yellow moon. It is some-
thing of a relief to be spared amber
and umber and mauve'.
Such a collection inevitably invites
comparisons with Robert Louis Stev-
enson's "Child's Garden of Verses."
That the two have much in common
is no adverse criticism of either of
them. They have the pure accent of
childhood, candor, simplicity and naive
wonder, with a recurrent note of un-
troubled sweetness. These belong to
the early days of the sensitive human
1being.
Any little lad may be interester in
toys and frogs, in Christmas packages
and circus clowns, but it is unusual
othat. the boy when he is grown should
,be able to recapture the clear treble
speech. Whereas in Stevenson's ver-
ses the voice is always the same, the
authentic tones of childhood, in Far-
rar's it seems to falter now and then
into a flat older note. "Sin" has no
place in the Golden Age, and only a
sociology professor's son would be
likely to meditate: "There must be
respectable flowers, I suppose!" For
the most part, however, the lines ring
clear and true.
The verses are divided into four
groups: Songs of Desire, Songs for
Out of Doors, Songs of Circumstance
and Songs for a Christmas Tree. The
first group is made up of seven little
poems of which the most appealing are
"Summer Explorer," the expression of
a child's desire to be a gypsy, with a
reluctant admission in the last stanza
that if and if and if-he might come
home again; "Spring Wish," his envy
of the frog's happy existence; "Inde-
pendence,"his longing to run out bare-
foot into the night, away from nurses
and parents, and dance, with the wind
in his hair.
Several of the seventeen verses that
compose the second group are about
the garden. Others are of rabbit-
tracks, the rainbow, chanticleer, birch
trees, castles of sand. One quaint con-
ceit called "Windmill" is especially
pleasing.
In "Songs of Circumstance" such en-
tertaining things as a cuckoo clock,
the drum and dragons appear. Most
of the verses have a fresh flavor, but
"The Sentinel" is unfortunately rem-
iniscent of Eugene Field's "Little Boy
aloe."
"Songs for a Christmas Tree' is
made up of four merry verses and a
Christmas drean poem in more grave
and tender mood. This last poem,
"Prayer," contains a figure of unusual
beauty:
"At midnight twenty angels sang,
The stars swung out like bells and
rang."
The volume would hardly be com-
plete without this note of childish rev-
erence, but the true tempo of the
verses Is allegro. Fancy and wonder
and whimsy patter throug the book
with light steps and easy laughter.