The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1867-09-05
Rs fhe Sea Side.

4 General Alfred Townsend gives the
following naughty sketch of life at New
port:
Here is bathing scene that struck
ME yesterday a lady dressed all IN azure,
even to her boots, which were of the
same ethereal hue, likewise her parasol,
her gloves, her little fat fanchou of hat,
and the only relief to this rare uniformity
was the golden chignon of hair, that look
ed as if it might be the reservoir of all
this azure dye She had that pretty
walk and stylish manner of the New York
belle, and coming down the sand trip
| pingly she looked only more real than
! French Autographs we see superbly shap-
ed, dead-ripe ladies, peach-tited and
with the clean out feet of, sea birds.
This creature disappeared. and | waited
with guilty anxiety for her re-appearance
from the sentry box Of a bathing house
Merciful Paul, what is this? \ low-set,
bald-headed, bare-footed apparition, rig
ed out in blood-red smock and breeches,
with green veins around the arn,-pits
and down the breast, and green belt
like a sea weed bisecting her like an in
sect devout The nightmare of the auto
da-fe went straight down the beach into
the sea, as if to meet the anthropophagi,
and | stole to the bathing box down by
the rear side. and looked in. There hung
little skirt and cacket of azure little
azure boots with azure strings were set
down coquetishiy in the sand the little
hat, like a leaf, was dangling from nail;
and ball of golden hair as big as a
pumpkin, swung freely from a beam. |
could account for the diminished height
Of my lady now. She had been decapi-
tated. Directly, all clasled by her wet
masquerading garb, so that the roundness
of youth was half come back, She entered
the box. OF course [ had quilted it.
In five minutes an azure sylph, fit for
Thetis, came daintily out upon the sand,
golden bali and ALL [ thought Ovid or
the Davenport Brothers would have a
hard time to beat this metamorphosis -
DON'T BE A BAcHELoR.-Yo man.
don't live crusty bachelor 1t is not
good for you 1t will neither improve
your morals, your health, nor your beau
ty. Marry as you can make it convent
ent, and you can shape your affairs to
support wife.
But when you marry, don't fall in love
with face instead of a woman. Re-
member that common sense is a rare
virtue, much better than silver, gold and
fashion. Don court and marry crino
line and money-bags, simply because it is
crlnollne or gold in plenty but look for
sound practical sense III a woman first.
that Is the touchstone to try her other
qualities by. When you have that, all
else comes. Your wife that is to be, if
she be full Of common sense, will grow to
your way OF thinking and make you grow
to hers. Another thing needs to be
needed, and that is common sense wo-
man is not to be found where fashion in-
slsts upon dragging young females into
whlrl where there Is simply Idle gossip
and little brain
Young mani don't stand looking after
that young woman who has the disting-
uished air, the reputation of fiirt and
belle, and whose father has heeps OF cash
for it is possible that while you are look
ing and straining your eyes in that direc-
ton, you may be turning your back upon
some unobtruSive little damsel, whom
nature has cut out for your other half,
and who may be just that pleasant faced,
piaci1 tempered, lovely little creature
who will think enough Of you to 60 with
you to the end of the world, and stay by
and comfort you when you get grey hair
ed AMI fdgety
Marry. young gentleman and keep
yourself out Of scrapes. Have something
to live for. j man alone in the world
ism more than halt man, and the world
wants entire men. So mend yourself ami
be happy. Aad yoti shall have reason to
say it was good thing you resolved to
marry ans refused TO do q solitary, pipe
smoking bachelor.
= ! Frenchman stopped lad on the
street to make inquiries as to his where
atiouts.
Mon fren, watts re name of zis
street ,"
Vel, who said it 'twasn t.
Nv at you call us street?''
OF course we do.
Pardennez. j al has not re name
wat you call him.
"Yes, Watts we call ii. /
How you call re name of zis street"
Watts street, told yer?''
Wy, zls street?
w ats street, old Teller, and don' yer
go to make game ON me-
'Sacre mon dieu? AK you one. two
tree sey Ri times, often, viii you tell me
re name of re dam street, ell p
Watts street, | told yer. You're
drunk, ain yer ?''
Mon leetle frcn, we're you leef?''
In Vandam street.
Eth bien! You leef on dam street