Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-03-18
The New society Reporter.


party last night?" asked the city editor of
a new reporter, whom hs had engaged the
day before, and whom he had sent to write
up social occasion.
mot very WE'LL" responded the new
reporter, gloomily. II don't think Brooks
lyn society is the top-notch racket any,
how"
whats the matter? demanded the
city editor Didn't they use you well?"
II can't say they did," rejoined the new
reporter. Now l went up there, last
night, and waded right into the fun. L
asked for the chairman of the party, and
told him We were laying out to swell their
heads in to.day's issue and he'd better
skip in and introduce me to some of the
high bugs if he cal ulated to have his
name mentioned in the report
"Wbat did he say to that" asked the
city editor, with calm gleam In bis oye.
He wanted to know who sent me. |
told him the main guy of this literary
bank had fred a1e in Idere, and that when
I'd got through shaking u leg I'd like some
facts about the las out If he couldn't give
EN-, | told hun, he'd better get the scores
tary to heel up pretty lively, or I'd give
the whole outfit deal in the paper that
would make him thinS every hair on bis
head band of music and all playing DIFF
ferent tunes
"And what did he say to that?" in
quired the city editor, the gleam deepeL~
ing ominously
Eagle and would do at he could for me.
| told him he'd better hop right at it, and
first wanted to meet the gals. If be cal
culated to hold the friendship of the Eagle
| said, he didn't want to waste much funny
business before he had me humping
around in the may. He said if I'd GO up
stairs and take off my hat and overcoat,
he'd see mo later"
did you do it?" asked the city editor,
mo. said | wanted some grub first.
SO he took me down in the front kitchen
and asked me ifl liked boned turkey.
told him I'd take leg and some Of the
breast What do you think he gave me2
Head cheese If he didn't you can lick
me. | couldn't eat that, and so ssFed
him for glass Of be-r and a cheese sand
wich. He said he had some wine, SO [
drank rottle and put couple in my
pockets"
"Wha. did you do then2" interrogated
the city editor, lingering e length OF gas
Il went to the parlor, and re said I'd
better take a description of the scene be-
foro danced and he gave me the names,
Here they are: Mary Monroe, red frock.
white sack and hair bunchedj
heeled slippers; Marion Willoughby, SO me
kind IF thin stuff, white, and tied up with
blue tape, and hair frizzed; Jennie Mur>
Gibson. black clothes, and feather in her
hair; Eta Wexford. red hair and gray suit
fat in frc ut and stuck out benin ;. Pauline
TresieV--I tell you, boss, she was q daisy.
b gger' G 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 a dead yellow, tied
up like bun and had lot of vegetables
in it. Florence Ross, green drees Tipped
with velvet and hOisted up at the side with
velvet check rein; Winnie Hammeraly.
white net work vito red streaks. walked
wish limp and hair frescoed. That's all
! got. There was lot of old pelicans
there but knew you didn't care for them
and az for the men. l told 'em it would
co en- a dollar piece to get in. and as
| they wouldn't put up showed 'em. | can
! state that. they were cheap lot who don't
! know any more about society than pig
does of politics, and that will teach 'em q
| lesson. And [ say, we'd better give the
| chairman rub He didn't introduce me to
| a solitary hen. Better say that he hasn'i
! day before yest4 rday his accounts were
fouod abort. What do yoy think2"
Got any more about the party?" de-
| manded the city editor, rising slowly.
"NothiDg, only that the grub wasn't fl
to eat, though furnished by that popular
| caterer, MIR. Trapagener. told him I'd
give him puff You might say, too, thai
the whole party was dead f.ilure on &C
count of the villsinous treatment to whict
our new society reporter was subjected
when he asked for handful of cigars
| oay. what have you got for me to do to-
nighl?'
IN OF O tbingi'' yelled the city editor. q:
he brought the gas pipe across the new re-
porter ear ~ on internal reptile, don'l
you know that was one of the best houses
in town and the affair the finest of the
seasor?"
I'm going back to st. Paul." grosnAd
the new reporter, as he fell down stairs
IF that's Brooklyn society, I'm going
where they have some STYLE" an he
struck off toward the Northwest, largely
sfoot,