The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1880-12-01
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warm chestnut hair, but not a woman to be
sighted. Red hair goes with q fiery temper
but there is no red hair now-it is auburn.
The admired hair is white-pure f1eecy white,
not the white hair that is accompanied by
wrinkles and hollow eyes, but the white hair
that has dimples and color, and flashing eyes,
with dark eyebrows; hair that "greW white
il a single night" and is not the f%oretaste OF
failing powers. 1t may be the effect Of some
sorrows
s"That kill the bloom before its time,
And blanch without the owners crime
d. The most resplendent hair"
It is the fashion, but no process or bleach
ing will produce it and make it beautiful.
The change must com from within, and not
from without, and it gives the same effect as
the Irish beauty 50 lauded by the poets, the
blue eyes which are seen in that country on
", accompanied by black hair and lashes.
When it was fashionable to wear a high,
soulful forehead, ladies frequently shaved a
space at the parting to make the forehead ap-
pear higher, and the blue spot indicated a Sc
verely literary taste. Now every woman
who has a forehead hastens to conceal 1t.
The mysteries of the toilet in this direction
are peculiar. IT must iron my hair out,
one belle says to another. "I left my crimps
at home all done up on pins, to be ready for
tonight responds the other. "How do you
get that lovely fluff to your friz?" demands a
society miss Of her friend.
''Boil it, was the ready answer, 'and do
YOU know that one day Bridget served it up
in the drawn butter-thought it was some
kind Of new sseasoning'-horrid thing!'
These are the
"sweet girl graduates in their golden hair
Tennyson raves about.
The old poets speak of frizzled and grlz-
lied hair. The English and French ladies
do their hair up in curl papers, en- passllottes,
whether it is naturally curly or not. This &C
counts for the corkscrew ringlets, which for
merly bedecked the brow of beauty, and may
yet be seen in the principals of young ladies'
, schools. the woman of Dickens as represent
, ed by Cruikshank. IF an American woman
curls her hair with paper, it is an Immediate
necessity. The hair is done up and instantly
pinched with hot iron, and glossy curls are
the resnlt.
The bestowal Of locks of hair as souvenirs
has become a memory of the past. Among
old letters we come occasionally across a
dingy circlet of faded hair tied with a blue
ribbon. It is the memento OF some foolish
attachment we have forgotten in spite OF the
.ao4:, ,l;,~o+;or w~ifton ont I'm the rannr IN
which the dead treasure lies:
.sWhen this lock Of hair you view
Remember on whose head it grew
There is a superstition that if q single hair
is soaked in water it will turn into a snake.
There is a story told Of a young girl who re-
4 ceived a bouquet from her lover tied with a
hair plucked from his head the flowers fad
y ed. but the maiden cherished the hair, and il
f grew into a beautiful serpent, which she
nursed in her bosom, until one night it turned
II into a dragon and carried her off, which story
is supposed to have a moral about little sins.
Beautiful girls have parted with their long
and lovely hair through the necessities OF
poverty, and eked out for a week or more a
miserable existence through the few dollars
thus obtained. 1t would make the flesh creep
sometimes if one could be gifted with second
sight and see the source from which the
sscrowning glory came. The friction OF
many changes, however, and the art OF the
hair dresser, will most likely take out OF i
: any peculiarities Of the late owner.
i But there is hair that needs no dye or lustei
: to make il beautiful. The curl and the color
are alike natural-the soft, shining folds IL
dainty tendrils about the caressing fingers
h that toy with the shining mass-it is the sun.
nv hair of a little child, as fine as the gossa.
mer web the mother-spider Weayes, and as
r. fragrant as the air of heaven. Such hair has
lain in the grave dust a century, and no toucf
~ of death had dimmed its gold. All! in how
# many homes is there a tiny lock, or, perhaps
n a handful of curls, all that is left Of a sWee
v and sunny life that went out long ago.
A "Could you have seen the violets
That blossomed in her eyes.
Could you have kissed the golden hair
q And drank her baby signs,
You would have been her firing maid
I'd AS joyfuly as I,
Content to deck your little queen
And let the world go by
Z VRle NIEaIEist Revolutions.
r "A large number Of Nihilist placards haV
just appeared upon the walls IN st. Peters
hurrh Soma nf them in the most freuuente,