Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-05-29
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women i'm observation-disclosures.
Differences in families united by mar
riage are mostly on the side of the WON.
en-. Woman fails in tact to preserve the
amenities of the hearth. The soft an
swer or the repression which evades an
issue is more on the part of the man than
the wife. Young women manage their
lovers, but lose their skill to manage
their husbands. Women make the
ciques in congregations, church socie-
ties, family hotels, boarding houses, and
wherever lovely woman predominates.
Lack of tact makes the traditional
mother-in-law. Fathers-in-law have too
much tact to be fussy and irritating in
matters that should be left alone. Men
live tremendously in clubs without get
ing into hostile divisions.
The Nervous American Woman.
The New York Times has been analyz-
ing the state of American woman, and
says:
"They are, as q rule, bundles Of
nerves which lie SO near the surface as
to be touched by every occurrence, and
which are so sensible as to yibrate to
every emotion. Their waste of nervous
force is painful to contemplate, for every
student of humanity knows that it must
be requited. Whether they talk or write,
stay at home or travel, enjoy or suffer,
they feel and show an intensity which is
absurdly superauous. They expend
force enough in day to last them a
week they make trifes momentous
they throb and thrill over insignifcance.
Always keyed up to concert pitch, they
cannot be toned down without seeming
to themselves insipid and commonplace.
Most Of their feelings are raptures; their
views are ever fervid and high-colored; ;.
they revel in superlatives and hunger
for new ones; they soar in the zenith and
cherish still loftier aspirations. Every
thing is possible to them but repose. j"
How Women Should Dress.
An American authority says "No
lady need be ashamed to dress plainly
or cheaply she can, with the help Of
the modern guides to dress, appear like
a lady on very little money. She can
lay down three rules for herself Never
to pretend to anything, never to wear
false jewelry, and, affirmatively, always
to be neat A young girl with white
muslin and fresh flower is dressed for
Queens ball. A lady Of maturer years,
with well-fitting dark silk, real jewelry
or none, and her own hair-all the bet
ter if it is Whites also dressed for
ball. True womanhood includes all the
delicate fefnements that overflow in the
perfect glove, the well fitting shoe, the
pretty stocking, the neat frills, the be-
coming bonnet. The American woman,
to do her only justice, is not a creature
by instinct, and, if she occasionally gives
too much thought to dress, she is stillto
be admired and commended for her
daintiness."
The Queen of the Saw.Dust Arena.
Mr.. Biggs was sauntering around the
Union Depot as the evening train came
in from Buffalo, when surprised with:
:, why, Biggsl How are you, old
fellow?"
"Well, if it amt Jack Duncan Glad
to see you. Come right along home
with nae."
"No, Biggs! I'm too dirty. Been
showed in on the road; helped shovel
snow, slept in barroom haven't had
change of shirts for week"
"Never mind appearances, nobody at
the house. My wife took the p. m. for
an all-night with her sister in Paines-
vile. I'll furnish shirt, and I've got
fine bathroom in the house. Come, now;
you haven't honored me since I mar
ried."
"Well, since the wife is away I'll sur
render. Well have regular rooster
night of it."
Jack Duncan is bachelor, with a
holy horror Of women. Feminine pres
ence paralyzes and stultifes him.
"Here's the linen," showing him into
the bathroom a few minutes later.
"There's the bath all ready. Now
shape up while 60 down to Joe Rich
ards and order up one of our old col
lege lunches. Nobody in the house SO
just splash around at pleasure
Bigga departed, leaving the door aiar.
Jack did not notice it in his eagerness
for immersion.
He had just tumbled out and resumed
his pantaloons when he heard footsteps
approaching tie door. Thinking it was
Biggs returning he seized the freshly
laundried shirt, opening at the back,
and jammed his head into it. It came
down over his face, completely blindfold-
ing him, and the starch baffled his efforts
to tunnel through.
just as he commenced straddling
around with suspenders dangling he
heard rustic that CONCEALED his blood.
The door squeaked, and CHEEKY voice
said:
"Now I've got you, Mr.. Biggs. The
train left me, so made call or two and
came back. I heard you playing sea
lion in the bathroom as I entered the
house; I got the buggy whip and slipped
up to pay you back for everlastingly
teasing me. Now, I'm ringmaster, dear
hubby. Move ively!" And she popped
her whip in business way that sus-
pended the bachelors animation. The
shirt hid his face, and, taking his silence
for spousal submission to the joke, she
began:
Gentlemen and Ladies: Mile. Biggs,
queen of the sawdust arena, will now In
troduce her handsome and perfectly
trained trick mule, Hubby Darling. He
will walk the arena on his hind feet,
with head and forepaws shrouded in
linen canopy. Come now, Hubby (!
Hoop la !! hoop la !"
She chirped, fetching him wipe with
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