The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-09-29
At EIGHT Albert came to take me to the

baden. walked up the hill. AlbertS q
scamp; he tried to take my hand. l
scolded him and he apologized. Pm
awful sorry-'fraid he won't never try to
take my hand again. I'm always overdo-
ing it!
Nine clock, breakfast. I do believe
Albert loves me. He gave me bunch
of lilies. Nellie Dodge told me about
her three new lovers. Ones old Hamil-
ton, the widower, rich as Cr9sus. She
treats him we'll SOS to ride in his dog
cart Another's beautiful, sweet De
Whey. Pa says he's French adventurer
but such eyes! De Viney's an awful
fiirt-perfectly atrocious! Always wants
to corner you on the balcony and talk
love right in your ear. He's sweet! Then
there's Walter Langdon, A. M, stiff and
learned, or learned, as Walter says
Good Lord, deliver us from one of these
stiff, proper young men. l love flirt
The girl never lived who got mad because
a fellow kissed her-if he was the right
fellow. wish Albert knew this, but the
good fellows are all fools, and if a fellow
knows how to make love he's sure to be
poor, or, as pa says, an adventurer.
Ten o'clock, music on the balcony
Ladies all dressed in muslins, with their
sleeves to show their arms. De Whey
says my arm is too lovely for anything.
widows s.aAii5 dove. wttE q Af1l short
dresses and such stockings And didn't
everybody see 'em, too? l wish 1 was a
widow-a rich widow; I'd outstocking
the whole crowd. Sweet stockings and
bare arms do take the fellowsl
Such gossiping as heard to-day! Mrs
Jones says she heard the Fox girls wash
ing their own pocket-handkerchiefs Did
you ever? Mrs. Davis says the rich Mrs
johnson refused to pay her washerwoman
extra for washing fluted dresses, and
they say the Smiths have lost all their
money, and have got to wait till a rich
uncle dies before they can come to Sara
toga again. It's all money, money, money
here; no brains required. know school
teacher here who used to board at Dr.
Strong's. She CHANGED to marry rich
husbands, and now even she chases
after Belmont and Vanderbilt. We all
sat under our parasols during the music
Such a place to flirt! Give me news
paper, parasol, wicked fellow like
DeViney, and the band playing the
French waltzes, and I'm in heaven.
Two o'clock, dinner No wine this
year; hard times. A thousand knives
and forks gathering at once. Such con-
fusion! Everybody wears bunting ed,
yellow, blue, white and pink. / wore
pink silk, trimmed with white point, and
such train-a full yard. Took dinner
with my long mitts on That's the thing
now. Saw two pairs at dinner John
Lucas, the head waiter, is the handsom-
est man in Saratoga. The ladies all say
so. Paris girls fall in love with and
marry colored men. Why can't we do
it here?
-Four o'clock-dressed again. That's
three times to-day and full dress for the
ball will make the fourth The King
girls have been here twelve days and
worn twenty-four new dresses. Never
repeated once. They left for the Branch
to-day to grind 'em through again at the
West End. Mrs. Baker has worn the
same dress three -disgraceful
Wore my new coaching suit to-day
1t was too lovely Everybody said |
looked like an old Gainsborough picture.
They didn't know copied one Gains.
borough hat, dress, and all. Dress made
of light olive green (tilleuD. l call it
peacock green, cut q Ia prtncesse. Gains
borough hat, with green and white feath-
ers, cream gloves-eight buttons to my
elbow. Sleeves tight to arm and short.
Dress perfectly plain in front, falling in
a long train behind. Fan of peacock
feathers and green stockings embroid-
cred with olive. Won't this suit startle
jerome Park and the Coaching Club this
fall? Its awful hard to show your
stockings just right. If l thought no
one saw my sweet stockings to-day I'd
die.
At the lake had woodcock on toast and
champagne. De Whey ordered it and
uncle paid for it. Twelve dollars for
lunch for three, and the woodcock young
turkeys at that! Well, everybody gets
caught the same way. We don't eat
what we want. but eat to suit the people
who look at US. 'Fraid l shall have to
give up Albert-he's too slow.
Eight o'clock-Im dressed for the
ball! do look too sweet to live, Pure
white gros grain with real point lace,
and yard and II half train Cost $500
or $500 for the lace. Low shoes and
lace inserted in my stockings. No such
stockings in Saratoga. Wore pearls
diamonds are vulgar. One old Buffalo
lady wears diamonds for breakfast.
Bah! we all cut her. But | must have a
big solitaire ring-I must or die! Well,
I've concluded to give up Albert and
marry old Simmons, who made his money
packing oysters. l must have clothes
With clothes can rule Saratoga. An
authors wife! Talk about poor col
lege graduate to me! o horrible 1t
shall be Mrs. Simmons, the wife of the
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS cottage, dresses, dia
monds, beaus.
Twelve o'clock.-Oh, how my head
achesl Old Hamilton stepped on my
skirt and tore it dreadfully. Dear me!
how | slit the sleeve of my dress. l
don't care, had more beaus than the
Jones girls, anyway. Mr.. johnson, who
danced the third galop, is a cookbook
ing fellow-awful stylish. I'd die if l
thought the Jones girls would find out
that he was tailor. OF course I'll cut
him in New York, but must have beaus
here. Last week the Season said | was
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