Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1872-11-08
Something About Faces.

Dogs alone supply the outlines of
half the faces we know. There is
the bull-dog-that man in the brown
suit yonder, with handy legs and
heavy shoulders-did you ever see
kenneled muzzle more thoroughly
the bulldog than this? The small
eyes closed under the brows, the
smooth bullet forehead, the heavy
jaw and snub nose, all are essential
ly bulldog.
Then the mastiff, with the double
bass voice and the square-hanging
jaw; and the shabby-looking turn
spit, with his ear out at all sides,
and his eye drawn up to its roots;
and the greyhound, lean of rib and
sharp Of face; and the terrier-who
is often lawyer-with snarl in
his voice and 4 kind of restlessness
in his eye, as if mentally worrying
4 rat-his client; and the tyke, ali
beard and moustachc and glossy
curls, with plaintivc expression Of
countenance and an exceedingly
meek demeanor; and the noble old
Newfoundland dog, perhaps brave
old soldier from active service. who
is chivalrous to women and gentle
to children, and who repels petty
annoyances with a grand patience
that is veritably heroic.
Reader, if yon know a Newfound-
land .dog-man, cherish him; stupid
as he probably will be, he is worth
your love. Then we have horse
faced men; and men with camel
lips; and the shcep-faced man, with
his forehead retreating from his
long, energetic nose; the lion man
he is grand fellow; the bull
headed man; the sharp, red face of
the fox. Don't We meet men like
these nowadays every step We
take? and if we know any such in
timatcly, don't we invariably find
that their characters correspond
somewhat with their persons?
| know a woman who might have
been the anccstress Of all the rab-
bits in all the matches in England.
A soft, downy-looking, fair, placid
woman, with long hair looping
down like ears and an innocent face
of mingled timidity and surprise.
She is sweet-tcmpcred thing, al
ways eating or sleeping, who will
breathe hard when going up stairs,
and who has as few brains in real
working order as human being
can get on with. She IS just hui
man rabbit, and nothing more-and
she looks like one.
We all know the sctter-woman-
the best of all types-graceful, AMI
mated, well-formed, intelligent, with
large eyes and heavy hair, who
walks with firm tread, not a light
one, and who can turn her hand to
anything. The true setter-woman
is always married; she is the real
woman of the world.
Then there is the Blenheim span
iel, who covers up her face in her
ringlets and holds her head down
when she talks, and who is shy and
timid. And there is the greyhound
woman, with lantern jaws and large
knucklcs, rather distorted, and
braided hair. There is the cat-wo-
man, too-elegant, stcalthy, clever,
caressing, who walks without noise,
and is great in the way of endcar-
ment. No limbs are SO supple as
hers, no backbone so wonderfully
plant, no voice so sweet, no manner
SO cndcaring. She extracts your
secrets from you before you know
you have spoken. She is danger
GUS animal; she has claws hidden
in those velvet paws, and she can
draw blood when she unshcathes
them.
There is the cow-faced woman,
generally of phlegmatic tempera-
ment and melancholy disposition,
given to pious books and teetotal-
ism. And there is the lurcher wo-
man, the strong-visaged and strong.
minded female, who wears rough
coats, with mems pockets and largo
bone buttons, and whose bonnet
filings a spiteful defiance at both
beauty and fashion. This is that
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