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Social Superstitions With Very Special Obeisances to Cupid 46

Who's Who--in the Audience Showing that the Smart Playgoer, Not the Smart Play, is Really the Thing 48

The Horrors of the Week-End From the Tortured Hostess's Point of View 50

When Marriage Is a Failure--Cherchez La Femme Have You a Little Failure in Your Home? 52

Opening of the Opera Season The Opera Opened--To Crowded Boxes--With the Usual Performance of "A?da" 54

Blighters at Bridge A Terrifying Triumvirate of Familiar Lady Auction Pests 55

The Way to Succeed on the Stage A Lady, Once a Creature of Fashion, and Now a Famous Actress, Tells of Her Success 56

Sports for the Summer The Increasingly Feminine Tone of Our Outdoor Diversions 58

Sea Bathing has become the King of All the Dry Sports Fashionable Debutantes Who Sojourn by the Sea 59

The Strategy and Finesse of Proposing Advance Leaves from the 1921 Handbook of Courtship. 60

Palmy Days at the Seaside Sights at the Bathing Resorts When the Season for Salt Water is Declared On 62

An Interview with a Great Dancer Privileged Peeps into the Soul of Mlle. Angeline, of Paris 64

HIGH SOCIETY

THE RESTAURANTS

The Opening of the Social Season

THE HORSE SHOW

Here we see the horse show in full blast. Here you will see everybody happy, everybody occupied, scandals energetically and effectually discussed, meetings arranged in whispers, society reporters calling everybody by their wrong names, and everybody paying the strictest attention to everything about them--except the horses.

THE ART SHOWS

THE FASHION F?TES

Perhaps the most delightful social occasion of all--at least as far as married men are concerned--is the winter Fashion F?te at Luciline's select little dressmaking establishment. In the picture, you will observe a married gentleman, accompanied by his gross tonnage. The poor man is not at all listening to Mme. Luciline; no, he is gazing wistfully and, with eyes aflame, toward the wholly divine young ladies who, every season, do so much toward making the happy modes and unmaking the unhappy marriages. "How different would have been my life," he reflects, "had I met one of those limp and sinuous sirens before I took up with my Henrietta."

The Opera, in Full Blast

AN OPERATIC DUET

For upward of a generation, now, operatic and musical matters have gone along much as usual at our opera house. It's always dangerous to be different, or original, or diverting. Literally, the only novel thing that has happened at the opera this season is that the director's box, which has always been empty, was, at one performance last week, tenanted by a young gentleman in our best society, along with a tiny little friend of his. To see this usually dim, untenanted cave so decoratively occupied was a welcome change in the monotony of a somewhat uneventful season.

HOME, SWEET HOME

Below, you will behold a little scene in Pneumonia Alley otherwise known as the lobby of the opera. It is here that all of our best people gather, after the opera, and wait for hours for their flunkeys and limousines. Fashionable personages are really much cleverer than mere people are wont to suppose. After twenty years of hard study, they have finally devised a system by which--after the opera--they can wait around in the lobby for their motors and reach their houses only an hour later than they would if they left by the main door and picked up a passing taxi.

HEARTS AND FLOWERS

THE SPELL OF MUSIC

Why is it, we wonder, that the people in the first tier boxes at the opera always seem like human beings. Even their tiaras, feathers, and red Indian facial accoutrements, fail wholly to remove them from the category of living creatures. But the inhabitants of the second tier boxes are, somehow, a race apart. Their faces, figures, fans, hair, and bodily habiliments all somehow take on a strange, wild note. "Are they human?" we ask ourselves, "or are they merely some wax figures which we, as children were wont to admire?" In the sketch we see a group of these second-tier creatures suffering intensely under the spell of the director's baton.

LES TROIS CORYPH?ES

Above is pictured a bright moment from the Ballet of the Rosebud--one of the lighter, sweeter forms of ballet. The plot concerns the love of the Rosebud for the South Wind--the sex interest is always developed early in these little dramas--and it shows how he subsequently leaves her ruthlessly--as it's against the rules for any ballet to end happily. This scene shows a Trio of Spring Flowers, in action.

THE EIGHT HOUR NIGHT

Below is an intimate glimpse of any gathering any evening, anywhere in the, broadly speaking, civilized world. Now that the war is really over, something had to be found to keep all the men interested,--so the dance habit has come back more strongly than ever. If he can only have seven or eight hours of fox-trotting every evening, a young man will get so that he hardly misses his bayonet practise at all.

Keeping on With the Dance

In spite of sporadic outbursts of protest from non-dancing editors of hearth-side magazines, the dance craze is still going strong. In fact, it's more violent than it ever was; it is no longer a mere craze--it has reached the point of frenzy. Any kind of dance goes from the intricacies of the Russian ballet on the stage of the opera, to the simple little fox trot in the privacy of your own home. Joy has never been so completely unconfined as it is this season; everybody is going on--and on--with the dance. You simply can't get away from it. No matter where you go, some form of dancing is sure to come into your life, someone is certain to appear suddenly and dance with, beside, in front, or all over you.

A LEGEND OF RUSSIA

A quiet corner of the Ballet Russe--one of the calmest moments in the company's entire repertory. Both the lady and gentleman are, of course, stars of the Imperial Ballet of Moscow--they always are. Any male dancer wearing trick red boots, and any female dancer whose costumes are designed by Bakst, instantly becomes a star of the Imperial Theatre of Moscow. This is a scene from "The Golden Vodka," a drama all about the love of the Princess Soviet for Nikailovitch, the handsome samovar.

MORNING--IN THE PARK

Somebody once got all worked up about dancing and called it the poetry of motion; if you want to go right along with the idea, you might speak of barefoot dancing as the vers libre of motion. No one is quite certain of what it's all about. The lady in this sketch, a disciple of the art, has left home to run wild in the park at dawn, in a little dance called "The Birth of the Crocus."

THE SOCIETY DERVISHES

This is what some euphemist has delicately called "ballroom dancing." It occurs at least once in the course of every musical comedy and variety show. The male half of the cast seems forever looking for an opportunity to toss his partner out into the orchestra. Perhaps it's the element of uncertainty about this sort of dancing that makes it so popular with the public; you never know at just what moment it's going to prove too much of a strain for the male member of the team, or when the lady in the case is going to land, with a pretty informality, in your lap.

THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS

The Dance of Salome seems never to lose its popularity--perhaps the secret of its appeal is the sweet, wholesome joyousness of it all. It requires very few properties. All a girl needs, to give her own version of Salome's famous specialty, is a plated silver platter, a papier mach? head, and the usual lack of costume.

Getting On, in Smart Society

IN THE INTELLECTUAL SET

The T. Pennypacker Higgingbothams reached the metropolis, a short while ago, from the social ooze of the Texas oil fields. They wanted to break into society, but, alas, a fondness for eating and a fortune of twenty millions were all that they had to do it with. These pictures mirror their progress in the frigid marble-and-gold society of our inhospitable city. They are here shown at their first important dinner--a little repast of eight--at their palace, a palace which, architecturally considered, is a cross between the Temple of Karnak and Charing Cross Station. They are wisely beginning their social climb among the intellectual set. Brains are the best things to climb on until you got fairly high up, when you can safely discard them. Reading from left to right, T. Pennypacker Higgingbotham; Marietta Pillsbury Powyss, author of "The Fear of Love," "More Than Kisses"; Frederick von Nippelzow, Professor of Czech, and the Slav and Bulgar languages at Oxford; Miss Sophronisba Ottway, Japanese lacquer worker, Etruscan embosser, designer of Indian art-jewelry; Guido Bruno Pfaff, lecturer on Malthusianism, Mendelism and sea worms; Babette La Rue, smock designer, garden-stick maker, flower-pot varnisher, book-end painter, art stenciler and jig-saw artist; Bliss Merriweather Gow, play-reader, author of nine Shakespearean masques, creator of a ballet entitled "The Birth of Passion"; and, finally, the dazed Hostess, about to go down for the third time.

HEARTS AND DIAMONDS

The Higgingbothams were told that they could do nothing without a social secretary. They accordingly engaged Miss Audrey De Vere, a young lady of lineage. Audrey smokes, drinks, and plays "poker": she also knows how to get first-night tickets at the theatres and an outside table at a cabaret. She can mix eleven different kinds of cocktails with only one bottle of gin, one lemon, two bottles of Vermouth and a single olive. She is engaged to a war hero--her vis-a-vis at this table. The dinner has been cleared away and Audrey and her friends have just finished a little session with the cards. Net result: the T. Pennypacker Higgingbothams are minus the value of one small Texas oil well.

THE RECEPTION COMMITTEE

Front elevation of Mr. and Mrs. H. at the head of the grand stairway leading to the gold organ room in their palace. Mr. and Mrs. H. are expecting forty more or less strangers to dine with them. Gold favors will be found under the napkins. Twenty pairs of footmen's calves, in wood, have just been successfully adjusted by the H's footmen, in the magenta and gold dining room, brought, at some expense, from Verocchio's palace in Venice.

THE ATTACK ON BOHEMIA

SUCCESS AT LAST

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