ODDS AND ENDS. 



DENVER WOMEN HAVE NEW FAD. 



''I'll give you my hat for yours." 



"All right; mine's the best, but I don't 

 care. It's different, anyway. " 



"There you are, Oh, my, it's more be- 

 coming to you than to me." 



"How does yours look on me?" 



"Oh, thank you. Want to trade any- 

 thing else?" 



This conversation occurred at an after- 

 noon tea on Capitol hill recently. The 

 principals were two young women of the 

 same type of beauty. It may sound 

 strange to an outsider, but such language 

 is often heard in similar quarters in ''days 

 like these.' 



Ir well-dressed women choose to run the 

 risk Of wearing any of their things hats, 

 shirt waists, trimmings, frills or furbelows 

 more times than the inexorable law of 

 fashion allows, it is their own fault. All 

 they have to do is to get something natty 

 and chic in the first place, and after they 

 have worn it once, twice Or as many times 

 aa fashion's code permits, why, then trade 

 it off. The party of the second part in 

 the deal will be just as anxious to trade as 

 you are, although she may not confess it. 



This is the newest of the fads to strike 

 Denver fresh from New York, with the 

 stamp of approval of the smart set upon 

 it. It has taken hold of Denver's well- 

 dressed society girls with a relish. At the 

 afternoon teas, at card parties, at Over- 

 land and even on the street hard bargains 

 aie driven daily. People are wondering 

 how it is that Miss Ahead O'Date can af- 

 ford so many new and handsome things, 

 and "Oh, my, but Mrs. Hear-the-Latest 

 has an extensive wardrobe. Her husband 



must be making a killing down in that real 

 estate office of his." All the while the 

 theoretical head of the family is wearing 

 a hat of the vintage of 1899 and his trous- 

 ers bagging lazily at the knees, is shaking 

 like a quaking aspen every time he looks 

 at the calendar, for it is one day nearer 

 the dreaded first. 



But his wife isn't worrying. She has on 

 a new hat every week, and her shirt waists 

 are as the sands of the sea, with scarfs of 

 all colors of the rainbow. It is enough to 

 make the neighbors talk about her that 

 is, the neighbors who are not "next." 

 But they are all getting next "powerful 

 fast," and soon Capitol hill will be a busy 

 millinery mart. 



There is talk of auctions. Then there 

 will be an intermingling of sets and 

 cliques on a common ground, for all well- 

 dressed women will have entree. Such 

 bidding and by-bidding and "bearing" and 

 "bulling" the market on 'change has never 

 yet been recorded or even imagined. 



But all this is sub rosa. One of the 

 conditions is that the men must be kept 

 in the dark. So lovesick swains and scof- 

 fing bachelors and pushing, pressing wid- 

 owers and all, take notice. If you admire 

 something that you see on your well- 

 gowned friend, tell her so and let it stop 

 there. Don't ask her where she got it. 

 Even if you are a married man and thus 

 worthily interested in the source of the 

 supply, you will have to forbear all the 

 same. 



If, as Carlyle tells us in "Sartor Recar- 

 tus," society is founded on clothes, this 

 custom of trading off things which are un- 

 desirable, simply because you have worn 



