The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1881-02-23
rhe Sow societY Reporter.

well, how did you get along at the party
last night?' asked the city editor of the
Brooklyn Eagle of a new reporter whom he
had engaged the day before, and whom he
had sent to write up a social occasion.
Not very well' responded the new re-
porter, gloonlily. 'I don't think Brooklyn
society is the tOp-notch racket anyhow"
What's the natter" demanded the city
editor; didn't they use you well?"
II can't say they did" rejOined the new
reporter. "NOw. L went no there last night
and waded right into the fun. / asked for
the Chairman of the party. and told him we
were laying out to swell their heads in to-
days issue, and he'd better skip in and in
troduce me to some of the high bugs il he
calculated to Aave his name mentioned in
the report"
What did he say to that?' asked the city
editor, with a calm CLEAN in his eye.
He wanted to know who sent me. ! told
hin the main guy of the literary bank had
fired me i'm there, and that when ! got
through shaking a leg I'd like some facts
about the layout IL he couldn't give en-,
| told him, he'd better get the Secretary To
heel up pretty lively or I'd give the whole
outfit deal in 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 thatT' inquired
the city editor, the CLEAN deepening omin-
ously
"0h, he said ne was friend to the Eagle,
and would do what he could for me. l told
him he'd better hop right at il, and first |
wanted to meet the gals Ii he calculated
to hold the friendship of the Eagle, / said,
he didn't want tn waste much funny bust
ness before he had me humping around in
the may. FIc said il I'd 60 up stairs and
take off my hat and oyercoat. he'd see me
later"
Did you do it," asked the city editor, in
a constrained tone.
mo. I said wanted some grub first. So
he took me down in the front kitchen and
asked me if liked boned turkey. | told
him L d take a leg and some of the breast.
What do you think he gave me? Head
cheesel If he didn't you can lick me.
couldn't eat that, and so asked him for a
glass of beer and a cheese sandwich. He
said he had some wine, so L drank bottle
and put couple in my pockets"
What did you do them" interrogated
the city editor, lingering length OF gas
pipe.
Invent up TO the parIor, and he said I'd
better take description of the scene before
danced, and he gave me the names. Here
they are: Mary Monroe, red frock, white
sack. and hair punched; Enhma Latrobe,
yellow dress and high-heeled slippers
Marion Willoughby, some kind OF thin stuff,
white. and tied up with blue tape, and hair
frizzled; Jennie Murchison. black clothes
and a feather in her hair; Ella Wexford, red
hair and gray suit fiat in front and stuck
out behind; Pauline TreSley-I tell you,
boss she was a daisy. Bigger'n tub and
dressed to the top branch. She had or a
velvet outfit mile long and sixteen rows of
teeth on her gloves. Her hair was a dead
yellow, tied up like bun. and had of lot of
vegetables in il. Florence Ross, green dress,
tipped with velvet and hOisted up at the
side with a white check-rein; Winnie Ham
mersly. white network with red streaks,
walked with a limp, and hair frescoed.
leans there, but j knew you didn't care for
them, and as for the men, | told 'em il
would cost 'em dollar apiece to get in,
and as they wouldn't put up shaved EN-.
can state that they were cheap lot, who
don't know any more about society than a
fig does of politics, and I'll teach 'em les
son. And, say, we'd better give the Chair
man q rub. lie didn't introduce me to a
solitary hen. Better say that he hasn't
paid his gas bill for seven months, and that
day before yesterday kis accounts were
found short What do you thinkT'
Got any more about the party?' de
manded the city editor, rising slowly.
Nothing, only that the grub wasn't ft tc
eat though furnished by that popular cater
or, Mr.. Traphagener. L told ham I'd give
him puff. You might say, too, that the
whole party was dead failure on account
of the vlllainoUs treatment to which oul
new society reporter was subjected when he
asked for a handful of cigars. Say, what
have you got for me TO do to-night?'
| mot thingI" yelled the city editor, a:
/ he brought the gas pipe across the new re
porter's ear. You internal reptile. dom
you know that was one of the best houses in
town ard Gre affair one OF the finest of the
! season.
I'm going back TO st. Paul, groaned the
new reporter, us he fell down stairs