The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1883-08-04
NOTES FROM THE SEASIDE.

-Four sisters are described as sleeping in one
small room at a fashionable resort, and without
complaint of overerowding; but they have to go
outside to simultaneously put their hats, the
area of wide brimmed millinery exceeds that of the
apartment
A girl at Long Branch speaks with an acquir-
ed London accent. "Me cawt cawt, at 8
O'clock" she said to the family coachman, in o
voice loud enough for veranda full Of people to
hear. Caught what, mss?" the man inquired
A repetition of the order did not make him under
stand it, and she had to say, in plain American
pronunciation, though she lowered her voice and
stepped closer in doing so "My cart stupid; my
village cart, at o'clock"
1T is interesting to look back of the inery
which wealth has put on the backs of the women,
ut the watering places, to see how the money has
been obtained. "Do you see that lady in the
white ottoman silk 2" correspondent was asked.
''The one with the shapey figure ?" he responded.
eyes, that's the one but her shape always seems
to me like certain bottle of bitters. Why Be-
cause her fathers fortune came from the manu-
facture of constituent of Cocktails. Over yonder,
in dainty null, is the wife of a face powder; GO
ing down the hallway are the two daughters of
cough syrup, and the swell who drove past few
minutes ago in dog-cart tandem was son of a
pill"
About the most amusing young man at Sara
toga is said to be the one whose tastes have run
ahead Of the money allowance which his father
accords him. He could drive one horse without
extravaganza, but his desires extend to pair;
good room would lodge him comfortably, but he
likes to lounge in two; and so he goes making
himself miserable when he might be happy. Why
does this bring him misery? Because he could
pay his bills if he didn't make fool of himself
but as it is. creditors hound him at every turn
He came with his hair cut very short, the story
goes, and bleached from its natural red to light
blond. This had been done for improvement, and
so it rudely unjust for familiar acquaintance
to cry out to him, at isn't any disguise, old chap
They'll know you in minute"
There has been revulson among the young
people at Ocean Grove from the primitive styles
once prevailing there, and now mild reflections of
worldly fashions to be seen but this tendency
is kept in check, as far as possible, by the mana
gers. They have a charter from the State which
enables them to control most of the action of resi-
dents but they can't maintain close supervision
in womens dress. Sermons against feminine
frivolity are preached, and recent speaker in
| Weighed specifically against bangs. Another de-
voted his condemnation to footprints on the sandy
beach. The reverend gentleman had seen, very
early in the morning. line of tracks made by
high, French heeled gaiter, close alongside of
others showing such elongated, pointed toes as
are worn only by the most elaborate swes. This
indicated painfully reprehensible moonlight stroll
ling
Tilden's Physical Condition.
From the Wichita Kansas Times.
To crafty the curiosity of those of our readers
who are interested, politically and otherwise, in
the welfare and health of our esteemed friend,
Samuel J. Tilden, we have been taking reports
issued every day from Gramercy Park, fol-
lows:
Monday, 6 a. MIR. Tiden rose at o'clock,
and, after saving his usual cord of wood, is now
taking an early breakfast.
Tuesday-Mr. T. is so feeble that he can't draw
his own breath. Wind is furnished him through
the muzzle of large rubber sack. He is mere
wreck and shadow.
Wednesday noon-A Texas steer being driven
by Jumped into Mr.. IT'S garden. The grand old
sage caught the animal by the tail and threw him
across the street, landing him in the network of
telegraph wires on the opposite side. The owner
of the steer brought suit for damages.
7 Thursday-The physicians found Mr.. T. as
cold as a clam the blood seems literally to be
dried up in his veins he has taken no nourish-
ment for As hours.
Friday-At 9 o'clock Mr.. T. has just finished
his forty ninth goose on wager of his ability to
eat fifty eggs in fifty hours. His appetite is good
and he is anxious to get at the fftieth egg.
Saturday, p. MIR. I. was picked up on
the street at $3.50 o'clock in an unconscious con-
dition No one is allowed to see him. He is
unable to swallow, and is nourished by enemata.
He is utterly worn out, and can last but few
hours ut the most. The end is now in sight.
Saturday evening. 10 p. m.-While Mr. 7. was
exercising with his Indian war clubs, Sc pounds
each, one of them slipped from his grip and
knocked great hole through the wall and killed
the hackman on the outside.