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I saw a sweet-faced little old lady the other day — a sort of admixture of Mrs. Sep Levy and Madame du Barry. You know, peach-bloom complexion, luscious brown eyes, and the loveliest of soft, white hair. Instinctively, I felt that I should rush forward and help her down the steps. Lavender and old lace always did have that effect upon me. I looked again, and found it to be Coralie Stanley McKellar! There was no mistaking daughter Gloria, of course, though last time she was in Sydney she was a blonde. But that, of course, was for the fillums. Now, Gloria is all tawny red — a regular autumnal symphony. Coralie was always decorative. But, really, this sudden change after a few weeks in Melbourne is rather bewildering. That will show you what a change of climate will do for a girl. Personally, I never could bear Melbourne in the cold months. Coralie and Gloria leave on the "Monterey" to-day. First port, I hear, will be Auckland.

Source: Smith's Weekly (Sydney), 1 June 1935, Page 21.