Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-04-17
BETWEEN OURSELVES.

should endeavOr to be honest, good humOred
gentlewomen; they may amuse themselves
with field sports and cheerful glass, and If
they could get into parliament should, for
my own part, have no objections toit. Should
I be asked how woman shall know she is
ugly, and take her measures accordingly.
answer that in order to judge right, she must
not believe her eyes, but her ears. n"
Perhaps he meant the rule should be re-
versed for handsome women, and that they
should only believe their eyes. Hence what
need of any dissertation concerning their all too
obvious claims to beauty? What should they
care for the hearsay of the whole world if
the delightful part is SO self-evident that any
analysis of it is superfuous reiteration.
Surely nothing-and yet there are pretenders
to the royalty of beauty, as there are pretend
ers,to thrones and other desirable things,
who assume the airs and graces of the original
and indisputable article.
When dog is held up to a mirror he will
struggle and sQuirm at the unaccountable
sight of his mysterious double-goer. If there
could be any transformation through cosmet-
les for CANNES, the animal would become
frantic with his extraordinary vision in the
looking glass.
IT'S only humans that can take the sight
calmly, and make observers do the same.
The pretenders are numerous, but there are
only two or three sufficiently pronounced to
be recognized as clever limitations. A fine
afternoon, and any extra performance in the
Opera House will bring out our three repre-
sentative claimants to beauty
They are widely divergent types-eyen in
their make up. We will take Mrs. Nadgett
Nadgett becausey her husband is
the confidential clerk of moneyed and i'm
portant concern, whose base one wouldn't be
surprised to hear was as precarious as Mon
tague Tigg's---and hence Nadgett is at least
appropriate in name, although the st. Paul
suggestion isn't given to mysterious note
books-nor to occult appointments-and is in
reality, fat, trustworthy, commonplace
agent. Nothing more.
Mrs. Nadgett is taking looking specimen
If only for beaming sense of vitality, and
rare good health.
A German radical philosopher asserts that
q man is what he eats-from which ". e.infer
that his brain and body are made up out OF
his food, and are therefore coarse or fine, &C
cording to what he takes into his alimentary
canal. To be sure we all know that we take
into our own systems much more than we
put into our mouths---but you can't always
prove it in looking at some people---for they
seem TO be nothing but just what they have
eaten.
Mrs. Nadgett is an expressive animal who
shows her feed and is in good condition, re-
ceiving therefor the hrazen and literal mascu-
line admiration, which in its average range,
isn't so very often much above the horse
Dealers. sNe
Every person, as well as every nation, is
said to have it's characteristic look, SO fa- as
either has a characteristic purpose and idea.
Mrs. Nadgett has her characteristic idea, and
its consequent look.
It is to provoke this very literal masculine
admiration, no matter how cheap the tribute,
nor from what source, SO tits given, and given
in very unmistakable way.
Husband and children? you interpolate. Why
to be sure What of that, she would say, with
boisterous laughter; and we can only echo, on
good authority, what of that?
Mr. Nadgett is very good-natured and for
bearing, and the children are well cared for,
without their peculiarly admired mamma,
whose suggestive and strongly emphasized
charms are hitting everybody in the eye this
fine Saturday afternoon on Third street.
Mrs. Nadgett has full, red lips, which she is
constantly gnawing into a deeper aggression
of redness.
Her face is round, and the flesh tint
is naturally fair and unobtrusive, but tits
touched into white and pink never seen on
sea or land when NATURES cunning hand does
the blending. The nose is irredeemably Pile
beian, and the small, light colored, cunning
eyes are indisputably swinish. They are
Mrs. Nadgett's misery, for no pigments can
help or even reach their betraying ugliness,
and more yet, in them is no light Of
culture, selfcontrol, creed or command
ment.
They are piggish in all intents and purposes,
and whoever comes under their lure doesn't
undergo any of the ordinary tiresome pre-
liminaries of glamour, in the slightest of its
stages.
Acquaintance with Mrs. Nadgett is uncon-
ventional, jolly and wholly Iau maturel Her
figure is symmetrical, towering ominously on
stoutness, but just now on the border land
where these harmonious lines are about TO
thicken and broaden.
She is always strikingly dressed, and
no matter how cold the Opera House
is (and dear knows tits seldom warm)
Mrs. Nadgett's first proceeding is to
dof her wraps, to display her plump form,
trig waist, and white, round neck. She is
restless. Her gloves, her wrists and the gar
niture Of her throat require endless adjusting.
She has much to say with her hand to her
mouth, whose lips are otherwise toothed into
more aggressive redness. It is whisper, and
litter, and wriggle, varied by the long, scru-
tinizing stare at some "fellow" through her
lorgnette. 80 Is
Walking about the streets Mrs. Nadgett has
a supple, lisard-like motion, with scalawag
rythm in the gait, SO to speak, which is ir-
resistible to some people. b1s roy 8
She is always on the go, and life has appar-
emily no exacting duties which cannot be sue
cessfully delegated to anyone willing to as
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