Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1869-05-13

| WalGer5 at the Top Oh the STAIRS,
armed with fOKmidable clubs, to keep
shoal of unlimited Bohemians,
who had scented the free feed, at a
| proper distance.
THE SCENES IN THE PARLoRS.
At $50, P. NJ, the second floor
parlors were filled with struggling
mass of laces, jeweled shirt fronts,
bouquets, gaudy cravats, spit curls,
and finely divided back hair. As
the New York Mercury reporter
entered the room, he was introduced
TO Mrs. Jennie Juno Croly who
tossed him a sweet smile, shook q
perfumed shower of Jockey Club
from an $18 handkerchief, and pre-
scented him with a Tiny nosegay,
which she pinned upon the left lap
pei of his coat. Mrs. Jennie was
dressed in a suit of brown corduroy,
trimmed with point lace, skirt of
Rob Roy PLAID, festooned, high
corsage, and hair trimmed with
gimp. She looked charming, and
talked like the managing wife of an
editor. Her husband, Mr.. David
G. Croley, wore a moire antique
dress suit, en- panier, and demi-
train, white satin slippers, and face
beautifully enameled.
Ehe witching black eyed Madame
DemOreSt was that of an Arabian
homi. She was clad in a waist Of
blue English melton, dotted with
silver beads, skirts of blue guern-
sey, and 4 head dress of exquisite
Amoskeag muslin. Mr. Whitelaw
Reid, of the Tribune, divided his
attention between her and Mrs C.
F. WilbOur. Mr.. Reid wore an
azure chemise, plated with Ken
lucky jeans, mozambique dress
coat, and barege pantlettes. Mr.. j.
W. SimontOn, in fall suit of de-
lame, attracted general attention.
He escorted Mrs. John Russell
Young for some time, but finally
led the charming Mrs. Franklin j.
Ottarson to the supper table. The
Sun was well represented by the
majestic Amos Cummings, clad in
an expensive dyed second hand suit,
fresh from the Bowery, and the effe-
inmate Col. Thomas w. Knox,
clothed in suit of iron
grenadine. Mr.. Cummings appear
ed happy at the side of Mrs. Ag-
mes Noble, while the lilliputian
Knox whispered literary sOnnets
into the pink lined ear of Mary Kyle
Dallas. Among others present were
Mr.. D. orc. ToWnley, of the Nail,
in red flannel, trimmed with chenille,
Franklin J. OttarsOn, of the Star,
in claret colored silk; the romantic
Jerome Il. StitsOn in Swiss muslin,
en- panier, with a tulle oVerskirt; j.
B. Lyman, agricultural editor of the
Tribune, in Merrimac calico, latest
Importation; Swinton, the historian
of the Times, in white pique; A. d.
Richardson in tagIatan and Scotch
stockings; Mr.. Wells, thephrenolo-
gist, in pink pOplin, and Mr.. Carl
ton, the publisher, in calf, s vo.
Among the ladies floating through
the parlors were Fanny Fern Par
ton, dressed in cashmere; Mary L.
Davis dressed in Irish tweed; Miss
Ida Greeley in a white coat Miss
Josephine Pollard in striped blue
guernsey, and others dressed very
rich and in Bohemian taste.
AT SUPPER.
At 7 P. NJ, the gong sounded for
supper, and in thirty seconds the
guests settled at the table like
flock of reed birds at the side of
country brook. The newspaper
veterans like Ottarson, Simonton,
and Stitson looked at the tea. caddy
in dismay, and glanced about the
room as if something necessary was
lacking. No rum, however, was
served. The veterans slipped the
tea as if they were in torture, and
said nothing. The courses were
brought on rapidly, and the viands
disappeared like magic. Teal,
sausage, ham, peas, oysters, blanc
mango, ice cream, bananas, and
cranberry sauce, all trayeled the
same road with 1rightful rapiditys
THE sPEEcHEs-JRNNIE JUNE OPENS
THE BALL.
At s p. m. Mrs. Croly spran g
to her feet and spitefully knocked
on the table with a silverplated
fork. David G., who was laughing
with a golden-haired sprite at the
second table TO her right, stopped
talking in an instant, and smyered
upon his chair, like a scheOlbOy
who had been caught whispering.
In a few words, Mrs. Croly told
the men that they would be re-
duired to hold their tongues, and
listen to choice tid-b bits of feminine
wisdom. She then announced the
first toast of the evening; "The
Coming Man." and called on
Fanny Fern Parton to respond.
Fanny blushed, and sent a roll of
manuscript up to Mrs. Croly, who
read it to the audience amid frantic
cheers. 1t was an old Ledger
TRADE on the masculines, for which
Robert Bonner paid sleO per col
umn. r ... .
a THE COMING WOMAN. .
The second toast was 1.-THE
Coming Woman 1t was answered
by Mrs. Andrew Jackson Davis,
who wandered amid the mysterious
spherical orbs swinging in the
boundless immensity of space, and
shook her legs in the awful corrid-
ors of time for fifteen minutes,
| when she subsideds amid a shower
of fork knocks. The Bohemians
stood the shock brsvely, though a
few gave signs of somnolent dis
tress. ... 4
MEN AND THEIR BUTTONS.
This was the third toast. Mrs.
! Clara Nicholson gave it to the boys
hot and heavy. The sleepy ones
passed up their teacups, anG
! IouohaI baa,st lry Pot ho,,a xr-o,.r