She spoke to me in perfectly terrible French and gave to me a “princess card.”

1940's fashion. So adorable.

She spoke to me in perfectly terrible French.
Gladys Zielian, 1919
If you’re courteous, you will extend me the same consideration.
Evening dress by Bourniche - 1910 - Les Modes Paris - @~ Mlle
She wasn’t your average thief.
+~+~ Antique Photograph ~+~+  Elegant Lady with Parasol ca. 1895
Oh, my, no.
Une jolie photo de Marguerite Duras.
She held out a calling card of a very odd shape.
Young woman wearing a hat by Gyne, Longchamp, 1933; Photo by Seeberger brothers
She called it a “princess card.”
Dior 1953
But then, her English was of even less use than was her French.
1910 ensemble
I had the thought she was perhaps German underneath.
↢ Bygone Beauties ↣ vintage photograph of Gladys Brockwell, 1920s silent film star
That would have made a certain sense:
Ros Watkins, Vogue 1959  Photo by Norman Parkinson
Had she’d been German underneath.
You know, trying to cover it up.
After all, just what sort of a nice girl would speak German who had any other option at all?
Gorgeous woman, ca. 1900.
ANY other option?
Jacques Fath, spring 1951. White pleated organdy + Valenciennes lace.
Yes, of course, you’re quite right of course, no sort of nice girl would speak German if she had any other option:
Such a beautiful picture. I love this so much. I also want that bathing suit. It's classic yet goths enough for me to love.
by Gerry Cranham 1939
Yet, so many decades on now, it’s all still got me vexed.
Harpers Bazaar 1930  love it
For the life of me, I have never sorted what that is:
Kouka Denis in  gorgeous two-piece guipure lace dress by Yves Saint Laurent for Dior, 1958. #vintage #1950s #dresses #fashion
A “princess card.”
Two women in black lace mourning dresses, Paris, 1906.
But, then, this was the time between the wars when the meaning of things was never quite precise, twin decades during which girls were permitted by the very nature of those fretful, skittish, times to let things mean anything that which girls wanted them to mean.
A period of mourning for the terrible loss of the Great War and a reciprocal period of uneasy feeling about the fast approaching sequel.
Kensington, June 1906
I didn’t examine it.
Doris Eaton Travis was a Broadway and film performer, dance instructor, and author. She was also the last surviving Ziegfeld girl.
The “princess card.”
Olive Borden, c.1925 Olive Borden was an American actress in silent and early talkies. Nicknamed “The Joy Girl”, she was known for her jet-black hair and was considered one of the most beautiful actresses of her era. Many of her silent films have been lost and Olive Borden has become a “forgotten” star.
I was more interested in her hair.
from the blog
A girl’s hair will tell you all there is, of any consequence, to know, about any girl.
Irene Castle in 1917.
All there is and yet more so, too.
Dolores Costello
No cheap pave lockets with bad gold peeking through for her, I’ll say.
Alice Wilkie
She knew and went after the real stuff only and was willing to kill to get it and did kill to get it.
Ni Hongyan c. 1920s - beautiful! #Chinese #vintage #Asian #women #beach #1920s
Are you willing to kill to get it?
That which you claim to so very much want, that is?
I say, are you willing to kill to get that which you claim to want so badly?
Margot Fonteyn
Your grammar school textbook French suggests to me a chancer, a faker, who, will always mistake the cheap pave locket with bad gold peeking through, for the real thing.
Maynard Owens Williams. 1920s. French woman sitting on a park bench in early evening, Tete d'Or Park, Lyons, Rhone, France.
So, I say:
Love the pattern. Fabric looks like my vintage cream summer dress. Margaret Campbell, Duchess of Argyll looking like she just stepped out of a fashion show (photograph by Bassano, 1932). #vintage #1930s #fashion
Are you willing to kill for that, too, then, for the mere imitation?
Are you willing to kill for that which doesn’t really exist at all, for a tuppenny pipe dream of the:
Séeberger Frères Auteuil races - Paris 1912
Gai world?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


  • At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
      • ~~
      • It is my assessment that America is dying inside, being eaten away by the horror of the collapse of the middle orders, the attendant societal and religious values and customs of those orders and the ubiquity of war making for dubious purpose.
      • ~~
      • The rich man ought not be taxed at all~~he ought be compelled to employ and train the poor man~~directly~~personally.


      The principal need in America today is~~financial and industrial De-Globalization~~to facilitate the promotion of the possibility for the average man to get and keep a good job with good benefits paid by the employer~~as was done not very long ago.~~


      ~~Bene Nati, Bene Vestiti, Et Mediocriter Docti~~

      ~~La crema y nata~~


      ~~Artista de la conquista



      In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist  Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man. 
      Finis Origine Pendet…
      The escape commences…
      September, 1957
      Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school,  for me,  began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”
      My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~
      Non Sibi
      The escape continues…
      September, 1966
      The Cathedral Latin School
        Finis Origine Pendet
      Κύριε ἐλέησον

      Rejoice and Glad!!





      ~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~



      ~~EX LIBRIS~~
      Wednesday, 3 Juin, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015

      Tweets: @jtdbegg
      “Jean-Marie Le Pen is a friend. He is dangerous for the political set because he’s the only one who’s sincere. He says out loud what many people think deep down, and what the politicians refrain from saying because they are either too demagogic or too chicken. Le Pen, with all his faults and qualities, is probably the only one who thinks about the interests of France before his own.”~~
      French actor~~Alain Delon

      Logo of The Catholic University of America.svg
      Seal of The Catholic University of America



      Deus Lux Mea Est


      Acta Est Fabula

      The escape concludes…


      The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.


      1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.



      Acta Est Fabula.


      Deus Vult.


      ~~Our Ubiquitous Presence~~

      The Queen~~

      Our Queen now 63 years on~~

      Simply the best President we could ever hope to have~~

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