St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-07-06
BETTER THAN "A CIBCUS.
HOaO the Fashi0,dtly Constructed Girl
Climbs q Fence.
Puck

1AOO tNe FUSN1O1edOty tCOHStTHC1cW 0TS
Climbs a Fence.
Puck.
Did you ever see girl trying to climb
fence? II is more of show than circus
with whithwashed elephant This is the
way she does it:
First she looks around to find out whether,
anybody is in sight. Then, if the coast is
clear, she puts one foot on the second rail of
the fence, and looks around again. Then
she gives little hop and gets her other foot
up on the second rail. Here she stops for
moment to rest and straighten her hat.
The next maneuver is the critical One--to
get one foot up over the top rail- She stead
les herself for moment, then gives quick
little upward kick that does not quite reach
the mark. but causes her to jump down on
the ground again with tiny scream and
tuck her clothes in all around her. Again
she surveys the surrounding country, and
again hops on the secoud rail.
This time she is holder and throws her foot
clear to the top of the fence, where it catches
by the heel on the top rail. 1t is now or
never with her then-sonething must be
done instanter. Grasping the top rail with
all her might she pulls herself up till
SHE SITS ASTRADDLE
of the fence, with the landscape spread be-
meath her like map. If anybody appears in
sight, she just drops off the fence as if she
had been shot, and gathers herself up when
she gets there.
Ii the coast continues clear, she proceeds
in very leisurely manner to get down on
the other side of the fence. First she turns
around, facing the way she came, and feels
backward with the foot which is already over
the fence for good, steady reliable rail.
Having found such rail, she plants her
self upon it and sets to work to get the other
foo. over the fence.
This is very difficult and embarrassing
piece of strategy, and good many girls will
sit on the top of fence half day before
they will attempt it. Some will even sit there
till horrid man comes along and lifts them
off, SNotso the truly courageous girl-who
is no more afraid to climb fence than to
sit in the same room with mouse trap. She
will never give up the fort till she gets off
that fence in the ancient and honorable man
ner of her sex.
She grasps the top rail and leans as far
back as her arms will allow, ana then tries
to coax their fractory limb over after her.
Alas; it is too long, and as she jumps back
astraddle, with little laugh, and
TCcKs HER SKIRTS AROUND HER AGAIN.
After a brief rest she tries another wrinkle.
She lies down fiat on her face on the top rail
and tries to slide off sideways, as she has Oft
en- seen her little brother do,
This would be all well enough, and would
place her on terra firma again, if she only had
the courage to carry out her intention. But
just as she is about to slip off pallid fear
seizes her. She screams, rights up, and strad
dies the fence once more.
This sort Of thing continues for five or ten
minutes. Then the fair acrobat begins to get
wrothy. She looks at the ground, only three
or four feet away, and makes up her mind
she will reach it some way or die Die she
will have to some time, anyway.
So she settles her hat on her head with
determined look, steps back on the reliable
rail, and with a mighty effort draws back her
other foot to the very edge of the top rail, like
an archer drawing an arrow to the head
Oh, if it only were not for that French
heel she would be free. But, alas, it holds
her there with the dull persistency of fate.
A look of
TERROR AND DESPAIR
comes over her countenance; her eyes stick
out like buttons. She gives quick, back
ward leap and lets 90.
What surprise, what delight! She finds
herself aiighting right side up with care on
the soft turf, without so much as feather
jostled in her hat. She can't imagine how it
happened SO. She fully expected to be picked
up complete wreck and carried home to die
among her sorrowing friends
But now that she is really safe and sound
upon the dear old earth again, she looks up
with unspeakable gratitude to the clear blue
sky; then, brushing her skirts and beating
them out so that they will hang straight, she
VOWS that should she ever have occasion to
cross lots again, she will either go in ba-
loon, or else have young man along to pull
down the fences. PAUL PAsTNOR.