The Portland daily press., 1881-02-11
brooklyn Eagle.l
The New Society Reporter.

well, how did you get along at the party,
last night?" asked the city editor of new re-
porter whom he had engaged the day before
and whom he had sent to write up social oc-
casion.
"Not very well, responded the new report
er gloomily. 81 don't think Brooklyn society
is the top notch racket anyhow"
whats the matter?" demanded the city ed
itor. Didn't they use you well?"
81 can't say they did," reioined the new re-
porter. "Now, l went up 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 THEFT heads in to-day's is
sue, and he'd better skip in and introduce me
to some of the high bugs if he calculated to
have his name mentioned in the report"
What did he say to that?" asked the city
editor with calm gleam in his eye,
"He wanted to know who sent me. L told
him the main guy of the literary bank had
through shaking leg I'd like some facts about
the lay out. If he couldn't give 'em, told
him he'd better get the secretary TO heel up
pretty lively, or I'd give the whole outfit q deal
in the paper that would make him think ey-
cry hair on his head band of music and all
playing different tunes"
"And what did he say to that?" INQUIRED
the city editor, the gleam deepening omfnous-
y:.o
and 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, said, he
didn't want to make much funny business be-
fore he had me humping around in the may.
He said if I'd ge upstairs and take off my hat
and overcoat, he'd see me later"
Did you do it?" asked the city editor in
constrained tone.
"No. l said 1 wanted some grub first. $50 he
took me down in the front kitchen and asked
me if I liked boned turkey. 1 told him I'd
take leg and some of the breast. What do
you think he gave me? Head cheese! If he
didn't you can lick me- I couldn't eat that so
1 asked him for glass of beer and a cheese
sandwich. He said he had some wine. % So
drank bottle aud put couple in my pock-
ets.'
"What did you do then?" interrogated the
city editor, lingering length of gas pipe.
II went up to the parlor, 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; Emma Latrobe, yellow
dress and high heeled slippers; Marion Will
loughby, some kind of thin stuff, white, and
tied up with blue tape, and hair frizzled; Jen-
ME Murchison, black clothes and feather in
her hair; Ella Wexford, red hair and gray
suit fiat in front and stuck out behind Pau.
line Jresley-I tell you, boss, she was daisy.
Bigger'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 dead yellow, tied up like bun and had
lot of vegetables in it. Florence Rosa, green
dress, Tipped with velvet and hoisted up at
the side with white check REIN Winnie Ham
mersly, white net work with red streaks,
walked with limp and hair frescoed. That's
all got There was lot of old pelicans there,
but knew you didn't care for them, and as
for the men, L told 'em it would cost 'em
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 fig does of politics, and
that'n teach 'em a lesson. And say, we'd
better give the chairman a rub. He didn't in
troduce me to solitary hen. Better say that
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
eat, though furnished by that popular caterer,
Mr.. Traphagener. 1 told him I'd give him a
puff. You might say, too, that the whole
party was dead failure on account of the vii
lainous treatment to which our new society re-
porter was subjected when he asked for
handful of cigars. Say, what have you got for
me to do tonight"
"Not thingl' yelled the city editor, as he
brought the gas pipe across the new reporters
ear, "You internal reptile, don't you know
that was one OF the best houses in town and
the affair the finest of the season2'
I'm going back to st. Paul." groaned the
new reporter, as he fell down stairs. "If that's
Brooklyn society, I'm going where they have
some style," and he struck off toward the
Northwest, largely afoot.