The following extract, taken from a daily journal boasting a large circulation, can be called little less than a pandering to the lowest tastes of the abandoned feminine snob, as well as a flagrant example of the positively criminal recklessness with which irresponsible journalists permit themselves to incite, by their flamboyant praise of the _demi-mondaine_, the envy and cupidity of thoughtless girls and women, who perhaps but for the perusal of such tawdry stuff, would never have known of, or half-unconsciously coveted the dress-and-diamond gew-gaws which are the common reward of female degradation and dishonesty: “Miss W., a young American actress, has burst upon London. She has brought back from Paris to the Savoy Hotel, along with her golden hair and lovely brown eyes, an enormous jewel-case, innumerable dress-baskets--and a story. It concerns herself and how she made a fortune on the Paris Bourse, and she told it to our representative yesterday. “She is an American, and was eating candy when she met M. J---- L----. ‘Ah!’ said he, ‘give up stick and buy stock.’ She ‘took the tip,’ she says, and staked her fortune--every penny--on the deal. A fortnight later she came back one night to her flat in the Avenue du Bois de Boulogne, from the Olympia, where she plays a leading part. A telegram from her bankers was waiting. It said: ‘You have been successful.’ ‘Next day,’ says Miss W., ‘I called on those bankers and picked up the £20,000 I had made.’ “INVETERATE GAMBLER. “‘Wonderful, wasn’t it?’ said Miss W., and our representative agreed that it was. ‘Oh, but it was a mere nothing!’ she said. ‘I have gambled since I was seven. Then I used to bet in pop-corn and always won. At seventeen I was quite ‘a dab’ at spotting winners on the Turf. “‘Monte Carlo? Oh, yes. I won a trifle there this year--£800 or so. And Trouville! Why, you may not believe it, but I won £4,000 there this year in a few weeks. “‘Of course, I don’t know the tricks of the Stock Exchange, though I was once chased by a bull,’ observed Miss W., with a smile. ‘Still, I think I’ll stick to it.’ “Opposite the Bourse is a shop where fashionable Parisians buy their furs. She spent £1,600 in a sable coat and hat on the day that the Bourse made her. Her other purchases include:-- Paris hats to the value of £200. A robe of baby lamb, £150. Fifteen Paquin gowns. Two long fur coats. Five short fur coats. Three sets of furs. “She also admits that she bought such trifles in the way of jewellery as:-- A corsage with thirteen large diamonds. Eighteen rows of pearls. Eighteen diamond rings. Two diamond butterflies. One emerald ring. Several pendants.