Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-01-26
FOR WOMEN.
PATTI AND DISAPPOINTMENT NEW
FASHION WITH FLOWERS.
Some Notes of Women, and a Few Things
That are Nice for the Table-8ouse-
keeping Vermonters.

That are Nice for the Table-House-
keeping-The Vermonters.
SAN Francisco, January 81, 1880.
Bundled in wrappngs, for the Grand
Opera House is barn of place filed with
insinuating draughts, l have been to see
and hear Patti. Somehow-on account of
the ALTERATION, suppose one
seems inclined to say Pretty Patti, and
D." Pity Patti, and Naughty Patti"
Why, ever since 1 was little girl l have
felt that 1 knew Carlotta Patti, and
at the very beginning of that acquaint-
ance, which was all on the one SIDE" |
remember OF looking at the title page of
sheet of music with awe because it bore
her name. And then when Adelina be-
came the worlds star, Carlotta shone not
only by her own light, but also by that of
her greater sister, and so | went the other
night having great expectations. The
house Tin "a double sensel was a cold one,
anu opiuSh SiIlll q" ulCC W uCdlU
warmed up to music. Not half the peo-
pie were there vino should have been, but
the fraction who were in attendance
peeped into the programme and out again,
and yawned and looked up at the chande-
lier, and had exactly the expression of
people who wished they hadn't come. But
by and by
THE DOORS WERE OPENED
In state, and the bride came in-because,
you know, Patti is bride, and voice and
violoncello have become as one-attired in
black and diamonds and red roses
jacquinot, l think, it is they call them.
The moment | saw her felt that my &C.
quaintance with her had been all mis-
take, that she wasn't my Patti; that for
years had been the victim of delusion.
She is no longer the young woman of the
title-page. She is past the follies of youth
the lameness had deplored for years is
forgive much coupled with such misfor-
tune she is trim, but oh my; she is fat,
and looks as though she might crush her
little bridegroom by laying one finger upon
him. There are various opinions with re-
gard to her singing. am not musical
critic, l am not cup in music,
and 1 do not know much about
the art of it; but l know what |
like and when singer pleases me, and the
multitude are like me in this. Some of
PATHS notes are distilled sweetness, but
now and then she touches an old note |
don't know how to describe it any better
than by calling it so. 1t is true, but it is
not any longer sweet and round and young.
By and by, maybe, we are to have the
grand Adelina, but 1t is very faint may
be indeed. | saw a bit of Clara Morris
handwriting the other day-you know Miss
Morris is with US this week-and it was a
velN scrawly, poor, inexperienced hand
writing indeed. Evidently her, genius
doesn't lie that way, but when she has so
much in aEother direction she can afford to
neglect all else. A San Francisco lady
Mrs. Baldwin - resembles Clara Morris
very much, but them Mrs Baldwin is a
pretty woman and Miss Morris is not, hav-
ing large mouth and poor teeth. l meant
to speak year ago of
THE vERMoNTERS
In our midst, who have banded themselves
into society to hold yearly reunions.
The Green Mountain folks all look so jolly
and have such twang upon their tongdes
and are so hospitable in intention that l
should like to go to Vermont and stay all
summer. What refreshing sound the
words Green Mountain have on a dry, hot
summer day, with the north wind drifting
the sand along the street corners, and not
green thing in sight At these gather
ings-of which, thus far, there have been
but two-there Is singing, reading, dancing,
good deal of talking and visiting flor it
seems like one great family brought to-
gether), and then supper of old-fash-
Toned dishes, such as cider pumpkin pies,
chicken pies, pork and beans and brown
bread, and last year they had thick, deli
cious maple syrup, that smacked of New
England l can tell you. There, now
talking of pies Not long ago met lady
of dignified carriage and such command
of well chosen language as it would be
well to possess. Her perfectly gray hair
was rolled away from her face in a pompa-
dour, and on her left hand she wore two
valuable diamond rings. There are many
who imagine that the women who came to
California in early days and roughed it
were not refined, educated ladies and it
is doubtless true that many were not. But
this woman came in 40, and
MADE PIES FOR LIVING
She had nothing but dried apples to make
them, and only fireplace to bake by, but
her crust was beautiful, and every pie she
made she sold for dollar, and at that
price could scarcely supply the demand,
baking sometimes far into the night to
accommodate customers. | wish you could
see her now-so well dressed, so self
possessed, so at home in conversation-and
| am sure you could never imagine her as
she was, lone woman making dried apple
pies at dead of night by fireplace. I'll
warrant you her children will never equal
her, and it will be just because their way
in life has been made easy for them. That
very rich man who died recently in
Bridgeport, Conn, left family of children,
and not one amounts to row of pins. A
friend there writes me that they fire.
quently say: If our father hadn't been
rich we might have been somebodies, " and
that little remark, filed with regret and
complaint and grain of pathos, ought to
be an encouragement to every son and
daughter of poor parents in the land. Yes,
it surely is the children of poor folks that
by and by get to be some folks. The
fashion, of which we have heard as pre-
vailing in the East, the fashion of
CHOOSING A FLOWER 8.
And keeping it through the season, has
reached us here, and has about it touch
of sentiment and tender romance not usual
among the frivolous adoptions of fashion.
You select the blossom which suits you
best, and as constantly as you can have it
somewhere about you. You may wear it
in your hair, or at your throat, or at your
belt, or you may carry it as single flower
in your fingers If you take a bouquet it
must be of this blossom; if your dress is
embroidered or painted, or your ribbon or
your gloves, you must not depart from
MrS Hayac oil tha pau-o