The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-07-19
Men and Ocean Wrangling for q Maid.

A Long Branch correspondent Of the New
York World thus amusingly depicts the Ok.
perience of belle in the clutches Of old ocean
THIS belle brought her brigade Of admirers
with her. They settled like cloud Of locusts
all over the surrounding country. No queen
ever had such attendance. 1t was pageant
wherever she went, and tournament where
ever she stopped. An imperious beauty Of
the Cleopatra-Judith style, always doing the
arm-sweep superb; always keeping the best Of
them at a safe distance, content to have hold
Of their heartstrings and to give them fresh
twist every morning She had come down to
take few lessons of the a. She studied it
from the bluffs, with courtiers on either side
OF her picking up her fan and her handker-
chief She caught few hints of grandeur in
motion from it. detected and initiated its
cruelty, and even carried off some of its flash
and depth in her magnificent eyes.
For the two weeks that she ruled the
Branch, don't believe the most favored of
her admirers ever got beyond the first parallel
of Irritation. Her unapproachability was
something superb. At the end of that time
two or three Of her noblest wretches held
consultation. They took the sea into their
confidence, and believe the old monster be-
came willing confederate. They circulated
the story that she was afraid of the water
Somebody Gt was woman) said that for her
to battle was to be no more belle. That set
tied it. Cleopatra determined to battle. She
would at least prove that her beauty would
wash What danger was there? Certainly
none for her with three rows of guardian
swimmers in wooden and ecstacies. So she
went down to the sea and planted her imperial
foot upon the neck of the old monster. He
growled and rose at her. Never before had
such a mOrsel come to his nav. But she
was plucky. One who had always had her
own way on land could surely have it for
once on water She had always defed
human, should she succumb to nanimate ma
ture! In she plunged boldly.
All the wretches of her retinue were there
in various disguise Of blue and gray woollen.
The crafty old element let her advance until
he could get one green curling arm around
her waist and then he whipped her up in a
moment, and with a wet shout was bearing
her off like Sabine to some sparry hollow Of
his own, when there went up forty-two other
glad shouts in all varieties Of manly voice
Have you ever seen thieves quarrelling over
the division of their plumber? Il hope not
Men and ocean wrangling for a maid. What
q sight for gods and others on the bank.
believe she screamed-a weak, supplicating
scream, that was smothered midway by a salt
kiss OF the monster, as Ire pulled her out of
sight. You will observe that he was having
much the best OF it.
But presently Adolphus or somebody got
her by the hair, and Clarence laid hold of a
hand, and others possessed themselves of
foot apiece. All, that struggle was fierce
one The Atlantic was not to be baked so
easily. He, at least, had had her in his arms
and his blood was up. To the men and gods
upon the bank it looked like determined
effort to drown her. Adolphus got his arms
around her twice. So did Alphonse. There
seemed to be relays of saviors. There were
80 many of them that somebody shouted from
the beach that they were to stand back and
give her some air.
Marine people to this day aver that the
waves rose during that struggle as if by magic,
and there wasn't much Of breeze blowing
either. Well, it all ended by the monster
vO iting them upon the sand in one intricate
agglOmerate Of woollen and then they carried
her up to the bathing house.
Her precious life had been saved by forty
two daring admirers who had risked their
own.
They all came down to the West End the
NEXT day, and stood in queue to receive
forty-two votes Of thanks, and to be told that
she owed her life to every one of them and
intended to marry them all collectively when
she came back from Saratoga. But she never
came back.
There were forty-two locks of hair (beaut-
full brown hair worn for long time after that
in as many manly breasts.
Do you know think they were pulled out
in the sea. It was pititul thing to do. But
little Miss Murtle, who sits on the cliff and
sketches says: Pshaw, she bought new
crop long before she got to Saratoga