The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1881-04-01
A BROOKLYN PARTY.
How it Was Written Up by a New
Society Reporter.
Brooklyn Eagle.l

party last night ?'' asked the city
editor ola new reporter, whom he had
engaged the day before, and whom he
had sent to write upa social occasion.
"Not very WE'LL" responded the
new reporter, gloomily. "I don't
think Brooklyn society is the top
notch racket, anyhow"
"What's the matter ?'' demanded
the city editor. "Didn't they use you
well ?''
"I can't say they did," responded
the new reporter. "Now, 1 went up
| there last night and waded right into
the fun. I asked for the chairman of
the party, and told him we were lay
| ing out to swell their heads in to-day7s
issue, and he'd better skip in and in
troduce me to some of the high bugs if
he calculated to have his name men
toned in the report
"What did he say to that? ?" asked
the city editor, with Il calm CLEAN in
his eye.
"He wanted to know who sent me.
l told him the main guy of this liter-
airy bank had fired me in there, and
that when I got through shaking a leg
pd like some facts about the layout.
If he couldn'tgive 'em, told him he'd
better get the secretary to heel up
pretty lively or I'd give the whole out
lit q deal i'll the paper that would make
him think every hair on his head q
band of music and all playing different
tunes"
"And what did he say to that ?'' in
quired the city editor, the CLEAN
deepening ominously.
"Oh, he said he would do what he
could for me. told him he'd better
hop right at it, and | first wanted to
meet the gals. If he calculated to hold
the friendship of the Eagle, l said, he
didn't want to waste much funny
business, before he had me humping
around in the may. He said if ia go
up stairs and take off my hat and
overcoat he would see me later"
s'Did you do il p, asked the city
editor in a constrained tone.
"No. L said j wanted some grub
first. So he took me down to the front
kitchen and asked me if liked boned
turkey. l told him I'd take Il leg and
some of tho breast. What do YOU
think he gave me? Iead-cheese If
he didn't you can lick me- l couldn't
eat that, and SO L asked him for a
glass of beer and Il cheese sandwich.
He said he had some wine, so | drank
Il bottle and put a couple in my pock-
ctS.'
"What did you do then ?" interro-
gated the city editor, lingering a.icngIh
of gas-pipe.
81 went up TO the parlor, and nc
said I'd better take description of
the scene before 1 danced, and he gave
me the names. Here they are ; Mary
Monroe, red frock, white sack and hair
punched; Emma Latrobe,, yellow
dress and high heelcd slippers Marion
Willoughby, some Kind of thin stuff,
white, and tied up with blue tape,
and hair frizzed jennie Murchison,
black clothes, and q feather in her
hair; Ella Wexford, red hair and gray
suit, flat in front and struck out lc-
hind Pauline Tresiey, I tell you,
boss, she was Il daisy. Biggcr'n tub,
and dressed to the top branch. She
had on velvet outfit mile long, and |
sixteen rows of teeth on her gloves. |
Her hair was q dead yellow, tied up
like bun, and had a lot of vegetables
in it. Florence Ross, green dress,
tlipped with velvet, and hoisted up at |
the side with a white check -rein. Vim
ME Hammersly, white network with
red streaks, walked with a limp, and
hair frcscoed. That's all I got. There
was a lot of old pelicans there, but |
know you didn't care for them, and as
for the men, l told 'em it would cost |
'em dollar apiece to get in, and as
they wouldn't put up, l showed 'cm.
can state that they were Il cheap lot |
who don't know any more about So
ciety than Il fig does of politics, and |
that'll teach 'cm a lesson. And / say, |
we'd better give the chairman rub. |
He didn't introduce me toa solitary
hen. Better say he hasn't paid his
gas bill for seven months, and that |
day before yesterday his accounts were
found short. What do you think ?"
"Got any more about the party >"
demanded the city editor, rising
slowly.
"Nothing, only that the grub wasn't
fit to cat, though furnished by that |
popular caterer Mr.. Trapkagener. | |
told him l'd give him Il puff You
might say, too, that the whole party |
was dead failure on account of the
treatment to which our new
society reporter was subjected when he
asked for Il handful of cigars. Say,
what have you got for me to do to-
niGht?'