The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1883-10-27

pronounce II. almost property euftv,
and their most frequent expression in
listening to orders is either, Me savey,"
or ME no savoy. M
This latter means II do not UNDER
stand and is the first phrase a new
eniigrant learns. White people on the
slope, who employ them much as SER
wants. fall into their habit of saying:
II savey.n aud use it more frequently
than its English equivalent.
Their employers find a study of these
Foreigners (who come among us, bring
ing with them their national dress and
Ipeculiarities) full of interest. and grow
to wonder how people who have never
profted by the example of the China
man ever learn the arts of patience,
economy and laundrying, three arts in
which the Celestials excel. x. d. For
geron, IN Yoath's Companon.
Something about Dress Reform.
II there lis divinity which shapes
our ends, rough hew them as we will,
there should also, be some kind of an
artistic divinity to shape the abnormal
dresses of the present era. While the
male portion of poor, struggling hui
mainly manages to get itself up regard
less of cost, taste and everything else,
we must sorrowfully confess that the
| and other female relatives are wrapped
up in the diapers of extreme hidcous-
ness and fantastic designs.
The Mother Hubbard must 60. II
Mother Hubbard does not step in and
redeem her old clothes. and place them
ON the retired list. there is going to be
trouble at Hot Springs, Saratoga, Long
Branch, Skowhegan and Kalamazoo
Turn the Mother Hubbard out! As a
balloon, it is all right enough, and ca
regle, but as dress. il is lock-stitched,
gathered, pulled and RULED failure,
and whitening reproach to the boast
ed culture OF the nineteenth century.
The Mother Hubbard dress is all skirt
and no waist--a kind of a calico rag
bag, gathered at the neck. drifting
away off into nowhere, and floating
along after the wearer like a spanker
sail in dead calm. Ii the Mother
Hubbard dress is an old fashion rejuv-
enated, we can only say, In the postum.
nous language of departed poet,
'sshootit." From the ashes Of the dead
past rises the Mother Hubbard dress,
like phnnix, and not SO much like a
phoenix, either, as like coffee-sack,
held in place at the swan like throat by
a silver arrow, and trimmed with point
lace and other frills. There is nothing
like it on the face of the globe, unless
it be another dress of the same awful
pattern.
Sometimes they are seen IN pairs,
tr'iplcts and qnartets, bobbing along the
street like oriental mutton-legged sails
dotting the Mediterranean Sea- De-
void OF grace, shapeless and cumbcr-
some, what Is there about Mother
Hubbard dress TO commend itself to the
taste Of our girls, and Of other fellows
girlsp We implore the dear creatures
to discard the Mother Hubbard before
| it is cverlastingly too late, before the
awful Mother Hubbard habit gets
| too firm hold on them.
Then let them adopt something less
voluminous, balcony and turgid, scsne-
thing neat, natty and petite. Viii
lingly would we yield up dollar and
a half to witness such decided move
ment for dress reform. Will our
wives, sisters and daughters give heed
to our timely warning, or viii they still
persist in clinging to the abnormal
Mother Hubbard and leave us hanging
on the ragged edge of despair. 1eras
,Siftinqs.