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IIT do Americans come to Rome?" asked ooa
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W V I " It Is to study the women of Rome." said
the other. " I must confess tnat, tnougn i
visit Italy every winter the women are a never
ending source of Interest and admiration.
' There are certain things about the Italian
women which are most admirable. They hold their youth
better than they used to hold It, and the beautiful Italian
of today stays young until she Is an old woman. True, she
is not like the French woman, who never grows old. But she
stays young until she Is aged. Indeed. But her admirable
point Is the beauty of her middle life.
" It Is In her mature years that the Italian woman Is the
most beautiful. As a young girl she Is lovely, and there Is
a something about her that Is arch and graceful. But It Is
when In her full maturity that she shines, actually blooms.
She comes forth then and gleams. She bursts out from the
bud which, though pretty, was far from perfect. Into the
most Ideal flower without one flaw.
"The Italian woman of 20 Is not yet In her full beauty.
Like Calve and like many another of her land, she Is not at
her beat until she Is 30 and even 35.
Voluptuous Body and Spirituelle Mind.
The Italian woman is of the type known as voluptuous,
but she Is not really a voluptuous personality. In mind she Is
spirituelle. But in body voluptuous is the best way to de
scribe her. She Is full In figure with big hips, a broad chest,
and a tiny little waist. Her neck is big and thick and her
throat Is wide, yet so columnesque that It Is never coarse.
Her cheeks are round and plump and her head sets on her
shoulders with what may be called a poise.
" The Italian woman has a marvelous way of carrying her
self. It is said of her that she gains this queenly poise from
the peasant woman who carries her burden on her head. The
farming women, the laboring women, the fish wives, and the
peasants of lower walks are all trained to carry their bur
dens on their heads.
' Of course, the Italian woman of high degree has no such
training. But she, somehow, gets in the way of carrying
her head In a regal way. It may be that she learned It of
some nurse In her baby days; It may be that she admired
the walk of the peasants and Imitated It: or It may be that,
somewhere back In her ancestry, she got a drop of peasant
blood and her head and her shoulders, her proud walk and
ber lofty manner, all bear evidence of It."
Her Head Proud as a Queen.
' I carry my head proudly," said an Italian woman who
bore her head like a queen, "because I was taught that a
lady should carry her head erect. Not for whole worlds
would I drag my head In the dirt. I am too proud to lower
my chin to anybody. I walk with my head tossed high."
And " with head tossed high," the Italian woman does In
deed walk. She lifts her chin, proudly and she becomes all tha
more beautiful from this habit, or trick, as one might call It
The Italian woman Is naturally regular of profile. She
Is Qreclan In her type, rather than Roman, as her proud,
pretty features will bear witness She has a straight nose,
rather long, and the nostrils are full though delicate. When
she breathes and becomes excited these dilate showing that
he Is of sensitive type.
When the Italian woman is a little girl her nose Is trained.
The Italian nurse " teaches the features how to grow." She
takes the little nose In her fingers many times a day and
gives It a gentle pinch. It la taught to be straight and regu
lar. It Is taught to be pure Grecian. If It la too pointed
at the tip It Is pinched until It stops growing and It Is turned
up slightly to give It the retrousse lift. Though In Italy the
' pug " U not considered such a mark of beauty as In Paris
or In London, still the nose must be kept from growing long
t the end at any haxard. even though It tilt a little.
Made to Have Long Eyes.
The Italian child Is also made to have long eyes. It Is
aid that the father of Jane Hading, desiring his daughter
to have long oval shaped eyes, took ber to an Italian special
ist, and that the great surgeon slit the skin at each corner
cf the eyeball, giving the eyes the long, narrow look which
is so much admired In Jane Hading.
But this Is a cruel way to lengthen the eyes, which should
loot grow long in that manner. Or, If there be such a secret.
It Is burled In the mind of the great Italian beauty specialist.
But It Is true that the Italians do train their beauties In
other ways and that they do make their eyes big and full
and lovely by coaxing and by beauty arts.
An Italian child Is never allowed to rub Its eyes. It
never cries. If it bursts Into tears It is not repressed, but Is
allowed to have Its cry out. This beautifies the eyes and
makes them clear. The American woman, on the other hand,
out of mistaken kindness, presses back the tears and the
child Is made to wipe Its eyes and stop crying. Often the
yeballs are fairly pushed back Into their sockets, as the
child is taught 'that It must not cry.
Takes Care of Her Beauty.
The Italian woman never reads In a dim light; In truth,
she never reads when she is Indisposed. That is one of the
secrets of her marvelous beauty. She takes a complete rest
when she is not feeling well. The American woman does not
do this. Her idea Is that she must not give up. So she
keeps going and keeps going until she drops. The woman
of Italy, that lovely, languorous type, rests when she is out
of sorts. She does not overtax her vitality. And she keeps
In better health in consequence.
The restful type of woman Is the Italian woman.
She never has nervotls prostration.
She Is never fidgety.
She does not know what It Is to be uneasy or out of sorts.
Though fiery In temperament, she is of the peaceful sort.
And she is a woman who keeps her health and her com
plexion. The result of resting when one does not feel like working
Is shown more quickly In the complexion than In any other
way. The woman who has a cold and who ventures out with
cold feet will surely have a red nose and a set of pimples.
She will have an Influenza and her chin will be broken out.
She will speedily show the results of working when she Is
not well.
Lives on Vegetarian Diet.
The Italian society woman has been called lazy. It has
been said of her that she rests every day in the year and
the has been described as a garlic eating, greasy, lazy crea
ture, whose whole beauty lies In her Boulful eyes and in her
fine walk.
But the Italian society woman is far fronWhls. She may
cat garlic and onions and may subsist almost wholly on a
vegetarian diet, as. Indeed, she does. But she Is far from
being lazy or dull. She is bright, active, and full of life. Her
step is free, she dances exquisitely, she is the soul of music,
and she is made for all the fine arts. She is the one woman
in the world of whom the poet Browning, speaking to a
friend, said: " She Is all poetry!"
Her diet Is the most poetic of all. Mrs. Browning de
scribes It as vegetarian. " We live on figs and sherbet,"
said she. And the Italian woman does, Indeed, live on these
things, and on a variety of fruit. She has little meat, for
meat is dear and none too plentiful nor choice.
The Italian woman sips her glass of wine, she eats her
spaghetti, she takes her fruits, she daintily sips her Ices, and
she Is content That is her diet. And the result shows In
her skin. She fasts, according to an American woman's Idea
of fasting, all the year around. And her diet does her lota
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Believes in Abstinence and Rest.
The Italian woman has a deep, clear complexion, but la
spite of ber olive skin, the Italian woman la neither yellow
nor bilious. She Is clear In hue and you can see the red
blood mounting to her cheeks. She eats too many green
vegetables to be bilious, and, like the pope, she believes In
abstinence and the rest cure. No Italian society woman
would expect absolution were she to confess that she had
been guilty of gluttony. And were she to say that she had
eaten too heartily of meat at a banquet she would be con
demned for her bad taste.
The Italians treat the skin constantly. They massage It
with oils, and they even grease the hair, but only to make It
grow. No one ever saw a bald headed Italian woman, for
her hair la treated with the pure oil of the cocoanut and with
halms until It is so well nourished that It grows thickly upon
ber head.
Often there Is a natural wave In It and then Its glossy
length Is treated In a way that Is both remarkable and beau
tiful. The slgnora of high degrea takes her lovely hair and
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ples all over her head. She takes the tongs and deepens these
ripples. And she makes her dusky hair one mass of ex
qulslte undulations.
To complete her task she gathers It loosely at the back
tt the neck or perhaps she lets It hang, trusting to the Span
ish scarf to give It dignity. Or she ties It with flowers and
lets It spread over her neck and back.
Makes Herself a Picture.
She makes a picture of herself, of that you may be sure.
Nor will she rest until the picture is complete. She takes
flowers and fastens them In her hair, each side of ber part
ing, and she secures huge bunches of crimson blossoms
Just where they will look the most beautiful
It was at a banquet that the lovely Slgnora Orimaldo, one
of the old family of that nme, scored her greatest triumph.
The slgnora was gowned In cream color and her neck and
shoulders covered with pearls. At her throat there gleamed
a lovely emerald ornament. Emeralds shone In her dress
Her hair on this particular evening, when she scored her
greatest triumph, was dressed loosely on her neck so that
she could drape a scarf of Spanish lace over It. But in her
hair, each side of the parting, she placed a beautiful bouquet
of flowers. On one side she secured some deep crimson blos
soms. And on the other side a bunch of white flowers with
their green leaves. It made a beautiful decoration and the
slgnora added to her triumphs perceptibly that night
Roses Behind Her Ears.
The Spanish woman always makes a picture of herself.
" I once employed a Spanish maid." said a society woman.
" The maid had worked for Mrs. Brown Potter and she un
derstood the art of dress.
"One night when I was ready to go to a dinner I stood
In front of my mirror dissatisfied. ' I have on a new gown.'
said I, aloud, but I am not beautiful. My gown is stiff. I
have no feminine grace.'
" ' Permit me, madam,' said tne maid. And with deft
fingers she took a great pink rose from a vase on the tab'e
and fastened it behind one of my ears sc that It fell upon
my neck. Then taking a white rose she secured It under
the other ear. Now, madam. said she, plesse look.'
" I looked and was satisfied. It was the finishing touch.
The one touoh that I needed."
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