Montreal Standard, 9 December 1911, Page 26


A Costumed affair


Yes, indeed it was the biggest thing given for years, and all the women present would have put to shame her loyal and lovely Majesty, the Queen of Sheba, so far as real elegance of feeling and satisfaction of soul might be taken into consideration.  Oh, “full dress affair” what sacrilege is committed in thy name! Row after row of women in every sort of conceivable costume pushed and elbowed each other toward the receiving line and into the supper room.

Every one was there from the woman who sold buttons in a tiny shop with a tinkling bell on the front door to the most elegant grand dame who had been brought up in her own big machine to the party.

There was the neat pair of stout boots plainly visible beneath a gown of pink satin.  She had forgotten her dress shoes in her haste and had been assured that they would never show in that entire crowd.  There was the walking skirt of one’s Sunday suit with a ‘dressy’ Foulard waist that had graced so many meetings of the sewing circle and one had turned too happily away from the mirror at home, and some of the gowns might have been considered what is sometimes known as elaborate.

Indeed they were studies in brainstorms, and represented months and weeks of thought and yards and yards of gold lace and the usual crystal and pearl trimmings.  Some were handsome and some were ugly; some trains were tucked under their owner’s arm as if they were saving them to be buried in and must by no means have it injured against that time, and many were there from curiosity alone, and gowns were merely a side issue, and their wearers looked the part.

It spreads like an ever-moving ever-changing scene before one’s eyes and is to be seen any time at any public affair where the invitation list is as broad and wide as one’s backyard, though it generally conceded that some are quite narrow affairs, but let’s say a nice big backyard and be more explicit. One merely drops in to observe and hence the result.