The New York herald., 1874-08-09
SARATOGA
Tho Diary OF . Day OF Frivolity-
Dancing, Flirting, Talking, Drinking,
Gambling.

Gambling.
SARATOGA, August 8, 1874
What do the "swells' do IN Saratoga
Well, at eight A. HI. they appear on the hotel
balcony. He is dressed in soft hat, with feather,
and English cut-away coat; she In Leghorn hat
cooked up with plume. She carries pongee para.
sol, bound with black lace and wears pongee
redipgote, with black lace sleeves TO match her
parasol In the old time of Mrs. Harrison Gray
Otis and Mrs. DR.. Rush young ladies and poodles
In hot weather both needed muslin; but times
have changed.
saw Miss Ashton" Augustus remarks, "thwal
Iethkort you to the Congwes Spwing ?" .,.-.
'"rhaDks, Misther de Courtney, thanksl" replies
Miss Ashton, taking his arm.
Then they saunter to the spring, drink two
glasses and walk around the park. She hangs lov-
inely on his arm as she watches the squirrels and
iawns, or looks up sweetly as she gossps CONF.
dentially about the 'horrid dresses the Scroggs
girls wearn Returning to the spring. they drink the
third glass and return to 1.-THE States" Now they
walk three times up and down the balcony to show
their morning costumes; then sweep in to break
fast, where they read the SaratOgian eat s pantsh
mackerel, wooacock and spring chicken, give the
waiter a dollar and gossip about the Jones girls,
whose mother used to keep boarding house.
'Bah some people do put on such airs |" re-
marks MISS Ashton.
After breakfast and cigars all sit on the back
balcony of "The States' to talk and "spoon" and
hear Professor Stubs music. Time, hall.past ten.
Sentimental young ladies now "spoon" under
mammoth umbrellas, with newspaper in front.
"Oh, Mortimer am afraid sombody is watch
ing us"
..No, they kont, yeu kneuw. NTH Molue; but its
hawid to sit In such cwowd-perfectly atwoci0us /;
let's walk up to the gwaveyard."
''TO see the Indians Mortimer !"
"oh, yes; they're loll7 Unexpectedly lovely
And OF they go to the 1ndian encampment on
the hill.
At two p. M. dinner-sweetbreads, salad, Phila-
delphia squads and champagne
80 gracious! Morti mer, arn't my cheeks redr'
Mortfmer's ather after eating squads and drink
'.Dld 1t ever occur to you MIR. smith, that
PLAIN liver like me could have the gout ~
and read ihe papers Sentimental young people
retire to corners and llrt under umbrellas and
twenty inch lans ana Mr.. De Courtney reads senti-
mental poetry
You kissed me MY soul, in a bliss so divine,
Eeelef and swooned like foolish man drunken with
And ] thought twere delicious die then-if Death
Would but come while my lips were yet moist with your
Must my lie taste but one such exquisite de- ishti
Miss Ashton reads a.
why can't e You BE- sensible, deariet
L
iii get up and leave you-so there
over TO the Tsn.sprlng woods or down to the
double seats In Congress Spring Park.
After tea the grand balcony tramp commences.
Ladies In full dressgros grain silks, tight to nip,
long train, with white lace sleeves. Hair braided
IN short stem behind. Gentlemen in Swallow
"Mr: de Courtney. isn't this dress too sweet for
'sJu,t too lovely, Mitn Ashton. And amt the
~oiC n nm
. Admirlng mothers now look on and hold extra
cnairs. Kicn old bachelors who own doacarts
couples seciude the emselves In unighted corners.
"Yes. Mortimer, wen 20 to Washington on our
At nine children are led on to bed, mothers oc-
cupy long lines OF chairs around the hop room and
dancing commences Small talk usurps the time
between the sets.
YOUNG GENrLExAS-Charmin' ev'ning. NTH
YOUNG LADY-Yes, awful charmtn'-perfectly
YOU'VE GESrLRxAs-Donce a squar donce to.
7oUNa LADY-Oh, Mr.. Brown kont, yeu kneul
The squsr donces are beastly-periectiy atwo-
Ous-hawible-perectly dreful. Let's dOnce
Twelve p. M.-Hop over and lights out Girls
drink lemonade In reception room, talk about
ruined dress skirts, and handsome fellows rush
! down to Morrlsseys.
srIl make or break to-niRht.n
Table loaded WIN white and at req checks cham
S"sS ..Gas, us, lend me slow
.sThe white loses and the red WINS" slowly re-
| peats the dealer.
| "My God. I'm ruined"
| After midnight--srreets silent; hotel dark. The
| click OF the gamblers checks sounds out from the
| ptlded haunt oil the jewellers. Lizzie dreams OF
dresses OF love, OF neaven-and OF her dear, dear,
| innocent Augustus.
''Who smashed shat champagne bottle into the
| mirrorfn
| Then they carry Augustus home-hair over his
| face and his blue eyes beared ana blinded.
| ssOh, please Keep 1t from IatherV
VIM do l ranect Why do look unon all this