The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1885-07-11
SATURDAY SALAD.
I'm THE GARDEN, MAUDE.

IN THE GARDEN, MAUDE.
As to that. Maude is so equipped, that
| ii she were invited in the garden by her
steady company, he would probably fool
away an hour or so in trying to localize
the geography of the place and separate
| Maude from the dahlias, tulips, hydranA
geas and early other vegetables which
garble the green turf with color.
The young girl of the period resembles
birthday bouquet as much as the cum
ming little confederates used to look like
peppermint candy in their red, white
and red.
While last year she would have had Il
ell,bred spasm had any justice of the
peace compelled her to appear at church
in gloves unlike her costume, and bon
net with six different and distinct kind of
| flowers or ribbons on it, now she would
rebel Just as much from fiat instigating
authorities to keep her within the bounds
of frock, mantle, hat and gloves alike
| when in her war paint, or what she is
| pleased TO denOminate reception dress. "
She wears skirt of silk, which at a
distance, looks like poster for spectacu-
lar show, but which is simply an orange
sateen with huge dark figures scat
tered freely over 1t, bias and
gore. A frill of antique lace
is kept TO be basted in a variety of
these show gowns Her mantle looks at a
short distance like privot bush over
hung with bandanna handkerchiefs TO
dry on Monday, but is in reality what is
known on the play bills of the store as an
East India dolman of the brOche variety
lined with shot silk-that target of fash
IONS arrow in 1885.
| On her head you will be somewhat par
alyzed to notice head of early cabbage,
called ''collards," by Uncle Remus, "
isis Temy" and other Guild folks, with
two strings of half dried pumpkin sec
tons flying from her left ear.
Nothing of the sort This is her new
hand made, full section, lower berth, all
wool straw bonnet all the way from Sec
ond avenue via Paris called by millinery
market gardeners beautiful chartreuse
effect. covered with crimpy, curly crispy
unripe leaves smothering a lot of last
years gooseberries or currants, with
| UTILITIES Ol pdlt lcuDu ttdullut CduNdS,
bordered with gold assaying ten
cents on the dollar. Her hands,
you perceive, she has dipped in
the old copgeras vat-wrong again,
poor. untutored Pute, she is out in her
new mandarine-yellow kid gloves with
three rows of brown cocoa silk worked in
with the "coochiny" stitch. On her arm
she carries, hung by yellow string, q
large base ball dipped in tomato sauce OF
the PickwickIan sort, for what reason vol
and all the nations of the earth are at q
loss to determine. Ignorant camille, know
you not that fashion calls upon young
ladies of the cAartreuSe make to wear a
ball of bright red carnations or roses
slung to the arm by a ribbon? You me-
ander up to this high stepping creature
full OF pity, but instantly fall into your
own trouser pockets upon discovering that
she is more than your fancy painted hei
l-she's lovely, she's divine. A beauty
with eyes that run through you like 8
bodkin; mouth as full of white teeth as
a pod full OF navy beans, smiles on you
with lips full of your own ridicule double
distilled. In fact, she's slasherl Fal
from being figurehead in the band wagon
of the circus, she is as sensible as any
lyouag woman IN the world, only more so.
and knows hawk from hand saw,
which evidently you do not. It is the
fashion-thus to do.