The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1883-05-16
What a Personal Did.

Not long ago personal advertisement
appeared in a Chicago paper worded
somewhat as follows:
PERSONAL---VERY. the, acquaint-
ance Of refined, progressing young
lady, by q gentleman of first-class stand
ing, with means. Object, matrimony.
Address x.
Forty-one answers were received by
Mr.. x, of all kinds and style, and some
daintily written and expressed, others
misspelled and folded with grimy fingers,
but all containing the assertion that it
was the first time the writer had ever re-
piled to q personal, and few words of
description, such as: "I am slender and
blonde" "plump, with black hair and
dark eyes, ETC., one concluding with the
remark, ii am strickly Verchuous if you
are trifing don't answer" Many gave
their full names and addresses, while
others concealed their identity behind
P. o. or fictitious address.
Mr.. X wrote polite note to each of
the addresses he had received, begging
each one to meet him at o'clock Friday
afternoon On the north side of Randolph
street, between Dearborn and State, and
taxed his ingenuity to suggest distin-
gushing marRby which each one could
proclaim her identity. One he requested
to carry blue veil in her hand, another
to wear a green ribbon at her throat, an
other to carry a parcel wrapped in
newspaper, etc.
The stretch of sidewalk appointed for
the meeting was in plain view from the
windows of Mr.. KS Office across the
street, and at the time appointed the
friends invited were on hand promptly
to see the parade. As the clock struck 3
the ladies began to appear, and excite
ment reigned in the Office.
First came stylishly-dressed little
widow, sauntering carelessly along, car
rying under her arm huge newspaper
parcel, at which she glanced from time
to time with evident disgust. Then ap-
peared from the other direction tall,
dignifed young lady, who wore at her
throat . green bow large enough to de-
corats IN entire st. Patrick's Day pro-
cession. The blue veil also duly made
its appearance, carried by an elderly,
dowdily- dressed woman, who was 90 de-
termined to make the acquaintance Of
her correspondent that she fingered on
the block till dark, waving her blue ban
ner at times a. if to summons the recre-
ant knight to her side. But all in vain !;
the shades Of night fell at Last like pail
upon the city, and upon her hopes, and
as Mr.. X. passed her on his way home at
dinner she was just turning to abandon
the spot.
Thirty ladies of all ages and styles ap-
peared in response to the appointment.
The notes were spread on the window
stills. with the appointed signals penciled
upon each, and the gentlemen enjoyed
the piquant situation to the utmost,
shouting with laughter at the appealing,
inquiring glances cast by each lady at the
gentlemen hurrying past. One young
lady had been requested to twirl her
glove in her right hand. So she marched
back and forth for quarters of an
hour twirling that glove.
The parade and the maneuvering were
pronounced grand success by the spec
tators, and continued with no break in
the ranks for about thirty minutes. Then
the widow pitched hernewspaper bundle
into the street and walked of, the rest
following her example in the course Of
the next half hour. When all but the
damsel with the blue veil had departed
the gentlemen threw all the notes into
the fire, and they separated, after passing
a vote of thanks to Mr.. X. for his delight
full and novel entertainment. Thus
endeth the history of the personal, every
word of which is true, with the excep-
ton of the locality mentioned, as will be
certified by any one of the gentleman
spectators in the Office, or of the ladies
who answered the advertisement.