Alcohol Craze Upsets F allFashions With Chic 'Dress to Drink' Spree

Do we dare tell you? It takes courage to face them, to step up confidently with a bright new idea--an idea to let the others know; this is the thing. And it's for you.

Suddenly there's a new clamor for change, lots of change. The merriest madness we've seen in a fashion editor's time is to dress for drinks. The recipe: just a bottle or so, a glass or two and a whirl of the imagination.

We've heard from our little blue birds in austere old London towns that the new rage is, of all things, a Nude Eel. Follow closely:

1 part Cognac

1 part Dubonnet


1 part Chartreuse

1 part Dry Gin

Shake with cracked ice and strain

When it's very dry, the stress is fluidity--the precise line of stiff, streamline elegance. For that delightful slimness, wear jersey, chiffon, or crepe. Green gloves and Chartreuse and the smart dressiness of paste emeralds in tiny, sculptured earrings.

Your date will wear dark grey flannel for its immemorial chic. The shoe is pointed this season, the tie discards the rep lines of last year for the subdued pattern of fall. Let the hair fall where it will, no longer hidden--hats are out this season, the carefully rumpled look is in the wind again.

Now give yourself to a Nude Eel. It's enchanting.

Paris is smart, always smart. It's smart this fall in Paris to drink a toast to peace--a United Nations.

1 part American Applejack

1 part British Scotch

1 part Cuban Rum

1 part French Cognac

1 part Holland Gin

1 part Swedish Punch

1 part Vodka

Shake on ice and strain.

Mix your colors, mix your attractions with bloused backs and dipping backs but everything in its right place. High necks taper gracefully to the first contrast of shoulder covers, ornamented on the fringe. Be woolly but be wise. Only one general assembly to an evening.

Steer your beau away from Mt. Auburn street into the distinctive but discreet. Plaid is in taste, with reservations, or throttle his reticence with a sports shirt of grey, blue-grey, green-grey, or flesh--add a string tie. If he's still bashful get him to try a blue suit with a white collar, open at the neck, and a pin-stripe blue shirt. Hide everything under a rumpled macintosh for the final surprise.

Careful. After one internationalist, decline politely.

Foolish Paris was too sure, too tipsy on its enchantment. Now Rome is in the fashion news and its budding designers are obsessed, urgent, and thrilling in a new decadence. On Corso Vittorio emanuele, in the Piazza Ungaria and the Piazza Pantheon--everywhere Rome drinks the timeless Zabaglione. 6 egg yolks  6 tbsp, sugar 8 oz. Marsala, Madeira, or Sherry

Beat the eggs and sugar, stir in the wine, and cook stirring constantly until thick. Eat with a spoon.

For informal abandon give yourself to a vivid shirt knotted at the high waist. Cover a bare midriff with tiny checkers of color in cumberbun style. Slacks are passe, but pedal pushers of black or red, and longer too, will find you bizzaire but in taste. Wear sandals of plain leather with no ornaments.

The man's zeal for correctness is dimmed by the bright, artistic follies of the Roman dress. No more stuffy white shirts--a black, heavy shirt with the top button tied and the collar points narrow fits smoothly underneath a cordaroy brown. Let a bright handkerchief hang from the pocket. Keep the pants light, bright, and your shoes a plain, smart dress loafer.

Embrace the latin grog with temperance. It's smooth but virile.

New York won't stop for lunch, nor will its fashions. So get up early to remember Long Tom. Juice 1/2 Lemon  1 oz. Sugar Syrup 2 oz. dry Gin

Shake with cracked ice and strain.

Add cube of ice and slice of orange, and fill with club soda.

Slim but gentle is the order of the day in the city. A smooth jacket, buttoned short of the waist, and giving a pleasant high-waisted look. Wool complimented with sealskin and just plain tweed are busy above and underground--the murmur of the city is the murmur of slenderness and simplicity. Coats are short.

Down to earth for him, in blue, brown, or grey. A plain tie fits every occasion, and the accent is on smartness with a bold dash of devil-may-care. Garters are in stock again--mufflers, gloves and canes are informally ornamental.

Take a long time with Long Tom.

For the Square, for the Yale game, for frostbitten fingers it's a Harvard.

Juice 1/2 Lemon

1 tsp. sugar

8 oz. Applejack

Shake with cracked ice and strain.

Fill with seltzer.

Make every belt a cinch this year, make sweaters the norm for easy acceptance. Corduroy skirts look like wool in Brattle Sq., as well as anywhere else, and "six-footers" keep your collegiate as well as keep you warm. Hug yourself in a man's raincoat with the collar up and the belt tight--socks in white for a welcome surprise.

Stop and think things over, and change. Take up a pipe and drop the stuffy greys and reps. For a shocker give the soft shirt a chance--pants and tie match. Keep the coat and shoes conventional, but spice them with a carnation in the buttonhole and striped laces. No more crew cuts, no more sneakers.

Harvard is brittle but powerful. Treat it with respect.