Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1854-05-25
From the New York Musical World. ]
ALEAF FROM FANNY FERN.

ping is nuisance; clerks are imperti-
nent; feminity is victimized. Miserable
day, too; mud plastered an inch thick
on the side walk. Well, if we drop our
skirts, gentlemen cry "Ugh;" if we lift
them from the mud they level their eye
glass at our ancles. The true definition
of gentleman (not found in complete
Webster is-a biped, who, of muddy
day. is perfectly oblivious of any thing
but the shop signs.
Viva la Francel Ingenious Parissns,
send us over your clever invention-a
chain suspended from the girdle, at the
end of which is a gold hand to clasp up
the superhuous length of our promena-
ding robes, thus releasing our human
digits and leaving them at liberty to
wrestle with rude Boreas for the posses
sion of the detestable little sham bon
nets, which the milliners persist in
hanging on the backs of our necks.
Well, here we are at Call d Ketch-
um's dry goods store. Now comes the
tug of war; let Jobs mantle fall on my
feminine shoulders.
"Have you blue silk?"
Yardstick, entirely ignorant of colors,
after fifteen minutes snail-hke research,
(during which time l stand impatiently
on one limb, hands me down silk
that is as green as himself
OH away with these stupid mascu-
line clerks, and give US women, who
know by intuition what we want, to the
immense saving of our lungs and leath-
er, patience and prunellal
Here's Mr.. Timothy Tapes estsb-
hshment.
"Have you lace collars (pOints) Mr..
Taper"
Mr.. Tape looks benifcent, and shows
me some rounded collars. Irepeat my
request in the most pointed manner for
pointed collars. Mr.. Tape replies with
a patronizing grim
"Points is going out, ma'am."
$50 am l."
Dear me, how tired my feet srel-
Nevertheless, l must have some merino.
So l opened the door Of Mr.. Henry
Humbug's dry goods store, which is
about half mile in length, and inquired
for the desired article. Young Yard
stick directs me to the counter at the
extreme end of the store. l commence
my travels thitherward through a file of
gaping clerks, and arrive there just ten
minutes before two, by my repeater,
when l am told that they ''are quite out
of merinoes-but won't Lyonese cloth
do as well?" putting down pile of the
same. I rush out in high state of
frenzy, and taking refuge in the next
door neighbor inquire for some stock
ings. Whereupon the clerks inquire
(of the wrong customer "what price /
wish to pay?" Of course / am SO ver-
dant as to be caught in that trap, and,
teetotally disgusted with the intire in
stitution of shopping, 1 drag my weary
limbs into new saloon to rest.
Bless me, what a display of gliding
and girls, and gingerbread! what heap
of mirrors! There's more than one
Fanny Fern in the world. l found that
out since | came in.
"What will you be pleased to have?'
J-u-li-u-s C-e- s-a-rl look at that white
aproned waiter pulling out his snuf-box
and taking pinch of snuff right over
that bowl of white sugar that will be
handed in FIVE minutes to sweeten my
tea! And there's another combing his
hair with pocket comb over that dish Of
oysters.
"What will l havel' Starve-but
I'll have nothing till can find cleaner
place than this to eat in.
Shade of old Paul Pry Boston! what
do 1 hearl Two, [well, declare am
not sure whether they are ladies or wo-
men.1 Idon't understand these New
York femininities. At any rate, they've
got on bonnets, and are telling the wait
ers to bring them ga bottle of Mara
schine de Zara, some sponge cake, ant
some brandy" See them sip the cordia
; in their glasses with the gusto of an ole
topper. See their eyes sparkle and thei
cheeks flush, and Just hear their eman
cipated little tongues go! wonderif thei
husbands knew that they-but of cours'
they don't. However, it is six of on
and half dozen of the other. The,
are probably turning down sherry
, cobblers and eating oysters at Flor
. ence's; and their poor hungry childrel
while their parents are daintyizing-
are coming home hungry from school t
. eat fragment of dinner picked mp a
home by lazy set of servants.
!, Heighol ladies slipping wine in pub
; lie saloonl Pilgrim rockl hide your
/, self under ground! Well it is yer
J shocking the number of married VIC
) men who pass their time running thei
health in these saloons, devouring Pai
/ isian confectionery and tainting thei
children's blood with and appetite fc
strong drink. Oh, what mockery {
home must theirs bel Heaven pit
S the children reared there, left to th
e chance training of vicious hirelingsl
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