"To-day in the garden:—
"Refine the onion-bed thoroughly."—Daily Mail.
Have you tried eau-de-Cologne?
NOUVELLES DE PARIS.
Paris, March 1919.
DEAREST POPPY,—I have a piece of news to send you from here that will give you a veritable frisson d'angoisse. No, it doesn't concern the Peace Conference; it's something far worse than that. Figurez-vous, the new style of coiffure is severe to the point of being absolutely terrifying—that is to the woman who has been shivering on the brink of thirty for any length of time.
Foreheads are coming in again—que c'est embêtant! I thought they'd been abolished long ago. I wish I could get hold of the méchant (for I know it's a man) who is introducing them now. I had my hair dressed chez Manet to-day in the new style, and when I saw myself afterwards I sat down and wept like the women of Babylon.
Quel horreur! My locks were strained, brushed, tightened back, and I was left high and dry with my exposed brow revealing four furrows to an unsympathetic world. C'est navrant. We're not to be allowed even the soupçon of a wave or the lightest bouffée, while side-curls are quite démodés.