  Eve, deciding that pedestrianism in these days of lady-driven cars is too dangerous and exciting a pursuit, determines to get a runabout of her own. Regard her then endeavouring to fascinate one of the typical little nuts which in those days adorned a fashionable garage The car being chosen and the preliminary instructions having been obtained, Eve, full of pride and rapture, bids farewell to her little friend and sets forth to astound and arouse the envy of her dearest friends in the park Astound them she certainly did—not the less because of the regularity with which she mistakenly pressed down the accelerator instead of the brake. Here we see her during one of the forward leaps consequent on the error No mechanism, any more than any man, was ever built to resist Eve’s unexpected little ways, with the result that she, although assured as to the astonishment of her friends, is less certain as to the envy she aroused. (In case of any misunderstanding, we may add that the picture is supposed to represent Eve trying to repair her car in the most crowded and fashionable spot in the park) However, all troubles come eventually to an end, and Adam, poor dear, just back from the trenches, learns at last what real fear means. The fat rolling lines at the bottom of the picture are supposed to represent the dust which kindly Nature raised to hide the casualties in Eve’s wake, but in reality they were put in to hide Eve’s weakness in drawing car wheels The shortage in postmen grows apace. Eve, as ever, steps into the breach, and you can imagine the unadulterated joy of one of her admirers who, unshorn and untidy, opens the door of his flat to receive from her a pink and scented missive She signalises Italy’s splendid entry into the field of hostilities on the side of the Allies by adopting the famous Bersaglieri headgear War economy proceeds apace, and Eve shows us that since brandy balls and “sich like” have taken the place of the tiny liqueur, society, straining after simplicity and innocence, has adopted a popular game reminiscent of our childhood. Adam, lucky man, drops the sweet, which the expectant fair catch in their tiny mouths |
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