Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-01-28
AUSTIN CORRESPONDENCE.
AUSTIN, January %, 1879

aired their fair proportions; and blooming
! maidens and fresh matrons displayed their
charms and now, like 'Fbruised arms, hung
up for monuments" spangled dresses, soiled
| tights aud cotton battings are packed carefully
away as memories of pleasant night, or for
use on some future occasion. Austin turned
out her choicest youth, and We are bound to
| say that Austin made a splendid showing.
| The party was, with few exceptions, quite
| select, and the young ladies experienced per-
| feet freedom from doubtful partners and they
| deserved just such careful supervision as the
| managers gave to the affair. We are not
good on the Jenkins lay, and oan not pretend
| to describe either costumes or graces, and
beg to dismiss that interesting subject with
| the general assertion that for genuine good
taste in dress, perfect ladylike bearing, and
intellectual beauty-the highest type of beau
| ty-and graceful carriage in ''the mazy," the
etite of Austin really excels. International
Hall was crowded and noisy with merry
dancers and funny scenes among the 'charac-
| ters;" but there could be nothing more
careless Italy or tnsouciaat, childhke France,
than we had in Austin last night As there
we're no striking attempts at character among
the ladies', turn to the males who came
out strong. We vii! not describe costumes
nor beautiful phpsiques, but simply announce
the characters, many of whom were charm
ingly characteristic, and nearly all good
Stub, who ''struts his weary hour upon the
(Grantsville) stage" there, dressed in
plug hat, shirt-collar and spurs, We asked
Stub whether he meant to exhibit as "John
of Bologna" and if SO, said that spurs could
not possibly pass for wings. "Why, no,
sonny" said Stub, you cant stand me off
for sausage, I'm the postman of Long
well, that names holy terror but just you
ask Read; he gave it to me. ''Postillion of
Longemeau," we suggested. Right, sonny,
and Stub. and sailed off
Judge Douglass represented his ancestor
and nsmesake, the great Earl, Who was sent
with Bruce's heart to Palestine, but stopped
on his way and lost the casket somewhere in
Spain, at some Moorish ''shindig," SO com
mon in those days. 1t was afterward re-
covered, and encased in a beautiful tin casket
'uade by Stuart, the last Dhu 4 .ss; like the
,uarIner in Faiconer's ShiDWreCk $50, her
bright image pendant from his neck, vas al!
Palasneu rescued from the wreck carried
the precious relic suspended from chain.
Douglass WIS c.'1, cap II pie, IN chain
armOr; his shed -,ziCo, har sinister, Of,
charged with three hearts y,At,; rest and
arm in armor, c0upeI;" motto, '|Du vjvo
bibamus." Sir" said Douglass, as a friend
''asked him up" Sin the language of my
great ancestor, where Preuss-he meant
Bruce-leads the Douglass will follow" and
he followed.
A splendid character was that sustained by
Nick Barowitch, who appeared on wheels, as
the barrow which Potter wheeled across the |
continent. Nothing could be finer.
A salient feature of the evening was the !
great combination. Joe Pringle as Col Cos
hen, Converse as Com. Mutt, and Tom Taylor
as Barnum. 1t was Immense
Uncle W. F. Dyer appeared as the ''Dye !
ing gladiator his fair proportions and shape
ly limbs clad in immaculate tights, the whole !
surmounted by a head of pure Roman mould,
was figure worthy the chisel of Prsxteles |
A dapper little fellow, whom we could not
make out. appeared as the "Jack Dsw of
Rheims" and was immensely admired; not
without caUs either, for he looked the char
acter to perfection. Some one set him down
as one of our popular doctors, but when we
examined the length of his bill, we knew he
was wrong, and we are puzzled. s'Stat nomi-
mis- ia umbra."
Our gentlemaniy--l would like TO say ur-
bane, also, but that is appropriated by oblig-
ing hotel cerks-lightning jerker appeared as
THE Miller of Dee" aud we judge from
overheard remarks that he WAS looked upon
by the ladies the -four of the party.
Barrelle, of Wells, Fargo & Co. S office,
rolled on beer keg staring good follow;
but there many swarming around
hunting the spigot, that Barrelle was tempted
to bu"g some of their eyes, and as there was
a chance of his getting tapped in the scufle,
he went out with a ach0op and was seen no
more. We saw him this morning still headed
up.
One of the best characters in the room was
Loustalot as ''un marchand all pommes de