Word: taffetas
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Silk men say that a silk fad sweeps the world about every ten years. Creeping out of the post-War slump, in 1922 the silk industry was whipped to prosperity by a huge and sudden demand for crepe de Chine. It replaced taffeta, which had clung on tenaciously from the billowy era at the turn of the century, as the standard dress silk. When the good news came last month, silk mills had little rough crepe in stock. So great and so urgent was the demand that silk men last week were vainly trying to buy from each other...
...great Washington Bicentennial Ball at the Mayflower last fortnight, Mrs. Gann as No. 1 guest (the Hoovers did not attend) appeared in a Colonial gown of green taffeta with petticoat of white satin and lace. All her efforts to get Vice President Curtis into costume with a wig and sword were unavailing. Because of the dignity of his office, he insisted on wearing his ordinary evening clothes, watching the spectacle from his box. Chief Justice Hughes, who also attended, felt the same, would not dress...
...Materials: wool, tweed, much velvet, taffeta, lace, crepe. Novelties: diarachnak, a new double rough tweed, and dogaliah, a rough wool filled with long white dog hair...
Mexicans still speak knowingly of how Comrade Alexandra Kollontay, first Soviet female envoy, met onetime Mexican President Plutarco Elias Calles in Berlin, crossed the Atlantic "on the same boat," remained in Mexico as Minister "until they quarreled" (TIME, Dec. 19, 1927). Last week this scarlet diplomat, wearing a black taffeta gown, drew about her shoulders a soft chinchilla wrap upon which blazed the Soviet Order of the Red Star, stepped into a Royal Coach. The equipage was that of Gustaf V, King of the Swedes. At a merry clip Comrade Kollontay whirled through the streets of Stockholm, alighted...
...cuffs and hats. No Golden Horseshoe boxes had been sold since last season but there had been private rearrangements. Clarence H. Mackay was missing. So was Clarence Dillon. Fashion-writers noted that gowns dip in the back this year, fit snugly over the hips. One rhapsodized over a Lanvin taffeta, another over a Lelong tulle. Such pomp and circumstance meant little to Mr. Gatti. Hands in pockets, he sauntered in occasionally to where standees listened rapt to Montemezzi's music. On their enthusiasm depends more the success of his twenty-first season...