Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1874-01-24
For the Chronicle.
MAKING HER OWN HAT.

For the Chronicle.
MAKING HER OWN HAT.
Have you wife ? Have you a sister
or mother? If so, perhaps the fol-
lowing will be recognized as being a
dead moral fact. There may be
some lady readers of your paper that
may want satisfaction, and if any such
should call on you, and there is going
to be any chair pulling" done, don't
tell them where can be found, but if
they want to argue the matter pleasant
ly, send them to me. Office hours from
8 A. NJ. to 4 o'clock "a. NJ" (good
mornin'
When sudden sharp fever of econ
omy attacks woman, and she deter
mines to make a hat or bonnet for
herself, for brief period between the
formation of the resolution and the
consummation of the deed, her mind
passes through the various amusing
stages of agitation.
First. She gets herself up in her
most attractive guise and proceeds to
purchase shape" as | believe, the
fragile outline or framework of the
future structure is called. Then tax
ing the bus home, she drinks in the
details of every hat that enters, and
learns them all by heart, and does
mental sums over the cost of the rib
bon, and makes up her mind to have
flowers in hers Ike the woman over
in the corner, and lace like that gaudy
locking creature in the middle.
The next day she walks down the
street and studies all the hats that
come along, and when woman passes
her with one on she twists her neck
round to see how it looks behind, and
is disguised to find that the woman is
also dislocating her neck to see how
she trims her hat. When she arrives
in front of Milliner's she fingers until
she has analysed all the hats in the
window, and she determines to trim
hers nineteen different ways, and
decides not to have flowers like that
woman who sat in the corner. Then
she "fips" into the shop and asks ITO
see hats" with the air of person who
wishes to invest a small portion in
head gear" She examines every hat
in the establishment, over-hauls ten
bushels of flowers, gets about two dol
lars worth of work out of the sales
woman, and says she will look farther,
Then she gets home with her mind
fixed on thirty eight or nine different
styles in which she wants TO trim her
hat. After awhile she thinks she
ought to have feather in it, and she
passes two or three sleepness nights
trying to decide whether to put one in
or not. At last she resolves she Will.
Then she lies awake for two or more
nights, endeavoring to determine
whether it shall be red or blue; she
settles on blue; she buys the trimming
and sews it on in seventy successive
positions, her mind filled with deepest
anxiety as to whether the feather
should go on the right side, the left
side, or on top. She puts it on the
right side, but just then Mrs. s. pass
es the window with feather on the
left side of her hat, and so she changes
it. The next moment Mrs. - calls,
and her feather is on the right side,
and then another change is made, at
Church the next day Mrs. - has
feathers on both sides of her hat, and
Mrs. - has one on top. Then moro
sleepless nights and painful uncertain
ty. At last, in utter despair, she takes
the hat to milliner and pays FIVE dol
lars to have it trimmed. When it
comes home she pronounces it hate
full, " and picks it all to pieces, and
broods over it, and worries and frets
and loses her appetite and feels life to
be burden for two weeks longer,
until suddenly, as if by inspiration,
she hits on just the right thing, and
becomes once more serene and happy,
and puts the hat on and goes out and
makes hundreds of other women mis-
cradle, because their hats are not
trimmed exactly like hers.
As wife, woman is blessing, as
mother, no other sex can compare
with her, but, as an organizer of new
hats, she is an object of amusement,
or-admiration.
Am right, ladies?
HARRY VERNON.