The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-03-22
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Amateur artists are already decorating easter
eggs.
English as she is wrote: 'NIrs. Captain Mary
Miller"
Washington society has been divided into
dudes and nudes.
A dozen eggs in Florida cost as much as the
hen who condescends to produce them.
Punch wishes to know whether Tennyson's
'Cycle of Cathay7 is a bicycle or a tricycle..
'Robin's egg blue is the appropriate and
fashionable color of a spring style of letter
paper.
How are the mighty fallen! Mrs. Scott Sid
dons is giving readings in Scotland from
"Helen's Babies"
Rollerskating parties followed by a supper
and dancing in the evening at the residence of
the giver, are fashionable in eastern cities.
A Westphalian village caps the climax by
making n~eatness compulsory, having a law that
no workmen, miner or blacksmith returning
from labor shall enter the village without hay
ing first washed his face.
Matthew Arnolds daughter is said to have
come to America cherishing three wishes whose
fulfllment she ardently desired-frst, to see
Niagara Falls; second, to see a negro baby, and,
third, to drink a cocktail.
Bjornstierne Bjornson. the Norwegian poet,
has just finished building a homestead in Nor
way which he has patterned infinitely after a
New England farmhouse that pleased his fancy
when he visited this country in 1880.
Joaquin Miller is in favor of women doctors,
saying: Eyes, 1 shall surely call in a woman
doctor at the last; for, since a man generally
dies anyhow when he calls in a man doctor, l GER
tainly had rather die at the hands of a woman"
Five Eastern novelists, including Robert
Grant and George Parsons Lathrop, are going
to write a novel together, and have already sold
it outright for $1,000. If Messrs. Grant and
Parsons do not do better work than has been
shown in the Average Man" and Newport"
their assistance will not be very valuable.
'Endurin' de wah" Mr.. Gable, the novelist, is
reported to have been very thin, which, added
to his short stature, gave him a rather diminu-
tive appearance. 1t is said that he was riding
through a district with the column of cavalry to
which he was attached, when an old man on the
highway, watching the troops pass, cried out:
sold Abe Lincoln was right. They have robbed
the cradle and the grave"
Joaquin Miller is old enough 10 have become
proof against the lie" mania. In his story
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full City" his heroine, with the gracefully fash
Toned Greek face, aud perfect Greek figure. >"
bears the very commonplace name of "Hattie, !"
while the dark, wild-eyed, mysterious girl. !"
who goes about with "a deadly weapon"-pre-
sumably an unloaded pistol, thirsting for the
Greek girls graceful gore, answers to the
''cognomen name of 'Dottie." Milk-and-water
titles for such blood and thunder heroines.
The struggle for newspaper copyright sug
gests the thought that readers have some rights
which journalists ought to be bound over to
respect. The aggravating manner in which
newspapers all over the country clap to and
publish every meritorious poem which appears
in our popular magazine, is enough to
drive nervous readers to insanity. 1.-THE Girdle
of Friendship" by DR.. Oliver Wendell Holmes,
is a beautiful poem, and can be perused with
satisfaction several tim es. but when it appears
in no less than fifteen papers, one after the
other, the outraged public are forced to resent
ment. AS the man said in reference to hard
boiled eggs. eyes, 1 like them fifty or sixty
meals or so, but not as a general thing" Will
some kind hearted individual take this matter in
hand and inaugurate a society for the judcious
diffusion of fresh poetryl
american tIeuCu uOeS nOJ seem 10 take well
in Paris. A New Yorker is reported to have
entered a Parisiar restaurant with the intention
Of getting something to eat. Wishing to inform
the waiter that he was very hungry, "Quid await
grand faim, he said, "Jai une grande femme, :"
which, being interpreted, means: l have a great
wife; to which the waiter replied politely that
he hoped madame carried herself well. The
New Yorker, perceiving that he had not been
understood, searched his mental French phrase
book, and made a second effort: 'Je suis fam
euxn-I am famous-to which the philosophical
waiter replied that he was very happy to hear it.
In despair, the p~erishing American made a third
attempt, and cried: 'Je suis femme"-I am a
woman. The waiter, beginning to think that
his unknown customer had taken leave of his
senses, still smilingly replied: "Will madame
permit me to observe that she dresses herself in
a singular fashion, The chronicle failed to state
whether the wandering New Yorker got anything
to eat, but it is reasonable to suppose that by
this time, if he was a genuine American, he rose
superior to all thralls of language, and climbed
over the lunch-counter and helped himself.