Romeo & Chrysanthemum

Surprise, pleasure at discovering that any Japanese is so Occidentally pretty, so Parisianly chic, was the warm reaction of most U. S. citizens last week to Princess Kikuko (Chrysanthemum).

"She is only just out of school!" beamed her bridegroom of a year and two months, Prince Takamatsu, second youngest brother of the Emperor of Japan. Having honeymooned from Japan to Europe and from Europe across the Atlantic, Their Imperial Highnesses landed in Manhattan still with a rapturous, bright-eyed air of finding the world one great big bridal cake.

At City Hall, after crass cracks from Mayor Walker, Prince Takamatsu cried like a Japanese Romeo, "New York has been the city of my dreams! . . . Statue of Liberty. . . . Marvelous panorama. . . . We knew at once that this New York was great beyond all the dreams we had dreamed of it ! ... As we stand here . . . we cannot but feel that this city is as generous as it is great. . . ."

Shakespeare's Juliet was a practical, intriguing chit. What tickled Manhattan most about Princess Chrysanthemum was the story of how she got her little Paris suits and gowns and hats. On the recent official visit of Their Royal Highnesses in France, representatives of the big Paris houses called obsequiously, begged for the honor of creating costumes pour son Altesse, expected to charge top prices, for the Japanese Imperial Family is known to be vastly rich.

"But you have already made Her Imperial Highness' gowns!" said the Japanese lady-in-waiting sweetly. "You made them for Her Imperial Highness when she was in Paris a few weeks ago incognito. Is it possible you did not know?"

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