In the salon of Mrs. Neamat Karanful a circle of our ladies active in the social field was complete, and the seating of Mr. Paul Khallat among them made him “the pearl” — as the ladies unanimously agreed to call him.

The specialists affirm that a state of disturbances in any country — especially if it lasts long — must be followed by an economic crisis. How, then, is the Lebanese woman to face this crisis, or soften its severity?

Despite the bright, joyful colors worn by those present, and the vase of white gladiolus standing in the middle of the salon, gloom hung over the atmosphere of this month's symposium and settled on the lips of the discussants. The forced smiles did not succeed in erasing the terror rooted deep in the eyes.

The Woman's Voice posed the problem, and long, heavy minutes passed. The silence stretched and grew... Those present made a mighty effort to ignore the roar of a nearby explosion. And then a wearisome unease crept into the hands of Mrs. Abou al-Jbein, and she clutched at her beautiful necklace, quieting in its