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KFORR she became ducheae of Manchester
Miss Ysnaga of New Orleans was considered
the prettiest girl In the south. After her mar
rlnge to the duke of Manchester she went
abroad and Immediately became queen of Eng
land's smart set
Today the dowager ducherw, as she has be
come. Is one of the handsomest women In Eng
land. They call her " the April Grandmother." Her com
plexion Is young and beautiful and her figure Ana. When she
attended the christening of her grandchild some months
ago she was the most attractive woman In the great church.
Tier daughter-ln-la w. the present duchesa of Manchester,
looked scarcely more youthful than she.
" I may be a grandmother, but I am going to be an
April grandmother," said the beautiful Mrs. Cornwallls West
when her daughter. Sheila, married the duke of Westminster.
And, when some one smilingly asked Mrs. Lnnglry what
kind of a trrandmother shs would be to the children of her
No Longer Do They Creep
Into the Background with
the Coming of the Third
Generation.
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I orK banker. And Bernhardt-the wonderful and lncompar. Iff ' - '' ? JzS i a M'r?
,-l(l'VV able-la also a grandmother and has been on these many T r ' ' 1 v f
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daughter, Jean, she said: " I shall be a young grandmother.
Tou may be sure of tmit." '
Mrs. James Brown Potter, slender as a girl, charmingly
chic, beautiful In coloring nnd delightful In manner, Is a
grandmother. Her daughter married Mr. Stlllman, the New
Many April Grandmothers.
Of April grandmothers, there Is a great supply In society.
Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont, though she has a son atlll In school,
is a grandmother several times over. Her daughter, the
duchess of Marlborough, has given her two fine grandsons,
and her son, W. K. Vanderbilt Jr., has a rapidly growing
nursery.
Mrs. Secretary Hay. young and alert, la another April
grandmother, while Mrs. William Astor, New York's aoUve
society leader, Is not only a grandmother but a great grand
mother. One of her granddaughters la married to Robert
Collier, a popular publisher, and her grandson, J. J. Van
Alen Jr., Is married with a family. So neither grandchildren
nor great grandchildren make a woman old.
The world has many April grandmothers, but no aa
many as It should have. In these days of youthful marriages
the third generation puts In an appearance early, and the
woman who, but a few years before, was a young woman
now finds herself in the background hopelessly shelved as
grandmother!
A woman need not be old ns soon as she Is a grandmother.
Yet there Is something In the term, a certain aging, a cer
tain passing Into history which makes a woman feel as
though it were time to lay herself back upon the shelf, time
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for her to creep Into the background of retirement.
A woman who Is prominent In Chicago society declares
that the day she became a grandmother that same day
she started in to make herself younger.
" I realised," said aha, " that I belonged to the third gen
eration, and I reaolved to look as pretty us I could.
"So 1 went to a hair dresser and had my hair done up
u new way. I had it color restored. It was a little streaked
and I had It massaged and made all of one color, which was
a glossy brown. Theft I had It dressed In the new pompadour,
which rolls back from the face In the most fetching mannei.
"Two days later, after my family had duly admired me,
I sought out a wrinkle specialist and had him smooth out my
wrinkles. I had him work on my forehead until my frown
was gone. I found I had been scowling wickedly and as soon
as he touched the wrinkles I saw that they could be removed
tnat they were not necessary wrjnkles. Three days of mas
sage took them out. But, of course, I realized that they
would return unless I kept them massaged away.
" Then," continued the woman, " I went still further
ir my work of improvement. I had read that there were
such things as April grandmothers and I determined to be
one,
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Acquires Slender Figure.
" I made a critical study of my daughter-in-law and my
self. Even from a back view not showing my face I looked
cider than she. And I realised that the difference lay In
our weight. My Bhoulders were wide and fat and my neck
was heavy, while her figure was slight. She looked 20 ana
I looked 00, seen from any view.
" So I began to diet. You may talk about exercise. It
ij all right But you must diet also. I limited my coffee
ti one cup for breakfast and my tea to one cup. I drank
rothlng between meals. When I felt thirsty I took a mouth
ful of fruit. I kept a peach, a pear, or an orange near at
l and, and when my mouth felt parched I took a bite of fruit
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You see I had been a great water drinker before my reforma
tion. , '
" Then, as I did not decrease In weight fast enough. I
asked the advice of a friend. She waa a popular actress,-and
she gained considerable fame by reducing her weight nearly
sixty pounds In a season. ' I walked Instead of riding.' ald
she, ' and, of course, I dieted.'
"Well, I followed her advice. I left the- horses In the
stable and I walked. Each morning, at the first tinkle of my
alarm clock, I arose and dressed hastily. I then went out
lor a walk. I would walk an hour, come back and make
Uisurely toilet and be ready for the day.
How She Should Dress.
" But I found that I was still a long way behind, when It
tame to a comparison with my daughter-in-law. so I con
sulted her as to the cause.
" ' I want to be young.' I said, making a clean breast of It.
' And I want to be attractive. Can you tell me the secret of
youth?'
" ' Dress more youthfully,' aald she. And then being
good hearted girl, she advised me. And her advice was good.
" ' Stop wearing costumes,' said she. and put on shirt
waists. Choose pretty, well fitting waists and let them be
up to date. Don't wear a bit of lace around your throat
or a soft btock. But let your neck be trim and youthful.
Try a linen collar or a stiff stock, or something smart and
young. Elderly women look so mature with their lace stocks.
"'Then,' continued she, 'while on the subject of dres.
let me advise you about your boots. You, are wearing old
fashioned low flat heels. Why do you not try to wear the
fashionable Cuban or military heel? It is all a matter of
practice."
Appears Ten Years Younger.
" She then added a few more words of good advice on the
dress question. And I followed her hints. Within a week I
was wearing the dip belt, the seml-hlgh heel, the neat little
shirtwaist with linen collar, and a pretty skirt of sweep
length. I wore a natty Eton and I wore my hair low wltn
a ribbon bow. The metamorphosis was complete. I had
grown ten years younger.
"I am now what you would call an April grandmother.
I look almost as young as I did twenty-five years ago, and
am considered attractive. In my position as one of the lead
ers of society I am not ashamed to pose as a society leader
end a grandmother, too." ,
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OPE ladders, duplicate keys, drugs for the
Rl seneschal, battle for the guards, moonlight
I gallops through primeval forests, combat with
I pursuers, and a Oretria Green at the end of
adventure all of these time nonorea proper
ties and aettinga for runaway weddings must
give way to the atrlctly modern, up to date
method adopted by a girl of North Bergen, N.
j who waa locked up by her tern ana solicitous parents
to keep her from meeting or marrying the man of her choice.
ft To all intents and purposes She was " locked In a donjon
fkoep" guards in the persons of mother, father, relatives.
S and servants patrolled the walls; the lover, sighing like a
furnace, waa forbidden even to approach the house of his
'nnamorata. The young people had plighted troths and were
i;ready to marry. Ready! They were pining; aeierminea, en-
i i tr.uslastlc! The girl had no sooner meniionea nor pian man
f her father, Hbly assisted by hla wife, rushed her Into her
- 4ttlc boudoir and locked her In. They told her that ahe
must forget Julius. That she waa too young and he too poor.
TSvteanwhlle word was sent to the ardent Julius that If he
ipproaohed the Fromborg domicile It must be at his peril
' Vainly he cudgeled his brains for a plan of elopement
kit knew that his sweetheart waa willing, but how to ap
' proach herT That waa the problem. But lo! The quick wit
'of the Immured maiden found a way, A few -blocks from her
thorn upreared the dark walla of the North Hudson hoapl
hal. . She knew there was a pair of swift horses, a rubber
.tlied ambulance, and a most sagacious young man named
Albert Meyer In charge of the telephone. Downstairs In
the- fromberg home there waa a telephone, but the girl was
not peroiltted to leave her apartment one must needs com-
unloata with Julius Braun, her sweetheart, and with the
bulance driver, Meyer, If she would escape from her prla-
n. But wnat tne use or aescriDing ner proceeaings wnen
he Is willing to discuss them herself?
Gets Idea from Newspaper.
I" l just had to do It," she aald, laughing at the memory
iher now moat famous ruse. " Mamma and papa were dead
against my marrying Mr. Braun, and after I was locked
In my room I thought of a hundred plans to escape. I tried
remember all the old romances I had read; how the hero
' ieamade ropes of the bedclothes; how they waved signals
i from their dungeons, and how the brave heroes came to the
I rescue with gallant retainers, fast coach, horses, and waving
I pennons to carry off the long suffering girls. But these didn't
t'ieem to apply to my case. I waa beginning to despond when
j I happened to pick up an old newspaper.
I. " The first thing that attracted my attention was an
irtiole about a woman who sprained her ankle while de
I icendlng the stalra, and, being alone In the house, draggeo
jerself to the telephone, called up the hospital, and waa oar
iled away In an ambulance. Why should not I be cartea
I ijway also? The Idea fascinated me, and I began to think of
graining my ankle or breaking my arm. Still, I reflected,
; t would not help me to get away to the North Hudson hos
L )1UU and I knew that If I were not really Injured the doctora
v would find It out and aend me back to my prison. I studied
' ill day and half the night, but the mora I studied the surer I
ecame that the ambulance was my only hope of escape.
I Has Ally In Ambulance Driver.
w I knew Albert Meyer. He drove the ambulance and he
saa a friend of my Julius. I hadn't the courage to break
La arm or a leg or even to wrench my wrist, and I was Just
hosing to aleep when my eye fell on an empty carbolic aald
tottl on the mantel shelf. Eureka! J laughed aloud at the
floUon that cajna Into my mind.
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" The next morning when my breakfast dishes were taken
away by my little brother I asked him to come back, aa I
wanted to send for some medicine. Then I wrote a letter
to Albert Meyers explaining my plans. He waa to acquaint
Mr. Braun with the whole scheme and was to expect a hurry
up call from our house at 3 o'clock that afternoon. My
brother, who waa warned to carry no letters between Julius
and me, waa allowed to take my letter unopened to the hos
pital. In half an hour he brought me back a two ounce vial
of milk bogus medicine t)Ut on the label In small lettering
was the sign ' O. K.'
" Right after luncheon I got down the old carboilo acid
bottle, put a little water In It, disarranged the room, pulled
down the shades, and began to work myself up Into a sort
o' suicidal hallucination. I even taated the water In the bot
tle, but It didn't even burn my tongue. At half-past 2 I throw
myself on the couch, holding the labeled bottle ln.my hand,
and began to shriek. My brother and mother came up the
stairs pell-mell and rushed Into my room. I moaned and
groaned, slobbering as much aa I could and yelling for all I
waa worth: 'Send for the ambulance, mamma! Taka away
the poison! Take It away! I want to live, I want to live I
Send for the ambulance!'
Help Comes to the "Suicide."
" My mother began to cry. but ahe ran downstairs, and
in the midst of my dying convulsions I wanted to laugh. I
could hear her calling frantically for the North Hudson hos
pital, and In a few moments she waa back holding my head,
chafing my handa, and calling on me to get well. She prom-'
Ised me everything, and I began to feel pretty mean about my
deception. But Just then I heard the clang of the ambulance
gong. Albert Meyer rushed In at the front door and up the
atepa three at a time. No tiro was to be lost. My mother
told him that I had swallowed carbolic acid. He looked at
the half. empty bottle, shook his head, picked me up In hla
arms as If I had been a baby, and carried me out to his am
bulance. "Mamma and brother wanted to accompany roe. but they
went bark Into the house to get their wraps, and that waa
my chance. ' Drive to Judge Btuke's,' I whispered to him,
stretching myself out on the cushions, and In another sec
ond he had mounted his aeat and put hla horse to the gal
lop. I could hear him laughing as he rattled the big gong
and shouted to passersby t get ut f the read. Sometime
be would look back at me, his big. good natured faca all grin
ning with the escapade, but be drove like a fiend till at last I
could feel the ambulance slowing up. The horses came to a
walk, and then we stopped.
"Of course, Julius was waiting for me at Judge Stuke'a
bouse. He carried me In wrapped In a blanket just for the
looks of things, for I was fully dressed, and, except for a
hat, ready for my honeymoon trip. It took the Judge about
five nilnutea to marry us, but It seemed like half an hour,
for I couldn't get rid of the notion that papa and momma
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would be after me before I could make good my escape
" We hud raced down Bergenllne avenue and out Lewis
street right pust papa's store, and by the time we arrived
at Judge Stuke'a house there must have been a hundred peo
ple running after the ambulance. Julius telephoned for a
carriage, and when we came out, man and wife now, I was
scared nearly to death expecting to find my parents In tha
waiting crowd. But they weren't there. We had ten min
utes to catch an outgoing train, and we caught It i
" We got off the train in Sullivan county. Pa., and went
to the hotel. I got the newspaper next morning and found
out for tha first time what a horrible thing It la to be tha
' heroine ' of a romantic elopement Still, I don't mind tell
ing how I did It. There may be other girls In Just as bad a
fix aa I waa In, and If they can get any encouragement from
experience they're welcome' to It I did feel terribly
ashamed over the way I fooled mamma. Sh and my little
brother had gon to th hospital, and tner they waited near
ly an hour for the ambulance to show up.
" Poor Albert Meyer had to break the new to them, and
I guess mamma gave him an awful lecture for hla part In It.
But she acted just as I thought ah would. I wrote to her
and she sent me my clothe. We took a short wedding Jour
r.ey and then went home to be forgiven. Of course they for
gave us. We hadn't done anything wrong, and they knew
Ii. There simply Isn't any way to atop a girl and her sweet
heart from getting married If they've made up their mind.
Auk mammal Happy? Of course, we're all happy, and I'm
not sure but mamma and papa are Just aa glad over the auo
cess of my ruse sa Julius and I are. It beat the regular,
proaalo wedding all to pieces."