Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-08-29
SUNBURN ALL THE RAGE.
p. LIVINGSTONE OK EEFE THE
PRIDE OF THE BEACH.


ALI the Girls Crazy to Tan Their Lily
White Skin Under the Rays of OLD soi
John DevOy's Unselfish Love for HIS
Down Trodden Isle-Gen. Thomas
Francis Blake.
NEW YORK, Aug. 2S.-This would seem
30 be the sunburn age. The proudest
man on the beach at Narragansett-and
shere are very many proud men there
h a solemn and sedate person whose legs
and arms approach IN tint the color OF tne
average piano. He has been there since
May, and he spends nearly four hours
day walking up and down in the glarlng
sun in bathing attire, envied OF the men
and admired Of the women, None is so
sunburned as he. He has gooseberry
eyes, lantern Jaw and a jerky manner,
but he is the king. Out OF his bathing
dress he is not impressive beyond his ap-
parently lmpassioned ambition TO con-
sumo all the cigarettes in christendom.
THAT'S Mr.. P. Livingstone O'keefe,"
the girls whisper in an awe stricken voice
10 the new arrival as the sunburned one
wauders by immersed in melancholy and
a cloud of cigarette smoke; "did you ever
BEE such lovely color"
And as for the girls themselves their
efforts to burn their fair skins black are
mighty and determined. No one who has
been the rounds of the resorts can have
failed TO notice this. While talking on
hotel piazzas they slyly extend a brown
band into the sunlight and leave 1t roast
ing there while they chatter, fondly i'm
agining, have no doubt. that it darkens
q shade an hour at least. | remember
when women often covered their noses
with magnesia or face powder and then
tied up their heads in huge straw hats
when they went yachting so as TO avoid
the rays OF the sun. They were doubtless
the same girls whom rumor accused OF
wearing bread and milk glove poutices
at night so as to whiten their hands.
Now they wear no hats at all on the water
If the breeze is blowing fresh and they
gaze at their little brown fists with fond
complacency.
The lot of the unfortunate girl who
f'peels" but does not brown would draw
tears from the eye of an anchorite. A
facetious and larking tate has impreg-
mated the soul of every girl who grows
red and peels with the firm belief that
eventually the sun will strike bed rock
and she will grow brown. She is con-
WINGED that somewhere beneath all the
curling bitsof cuticle there is a soiled back
ground yearniug for sunburn and ready TO
embrace 1t. So she goes on in her head.
long career with a wild and anxious eye,
a manner that's distract, but the seal of
deathless determination on her mouth.
She eats mechanically, dances absent
minde6ly and talks vaguely, while wond.
ering when she will turn chocolate col
ored as her sisters have long since done,
and cease looking peeled, purturbed and
PINK.
In particular her eyes follow the dusky
p, Livingstone O'Keefe as he parades
morosely on the hotel piazza in ths even
Ing or struts on the beach during bathing
hours. He is the personifcation of her
widest aspirations. But he is far above
her. A man OF P. Livingstone O'Keefe's
color could never so far forget himself as
to notice a glrl Who peeled.
There 10 a new type of the genius
American abroad in the land. 1t is the
watering-place young man. Who he is,
what he is, and the location of mis- native
heath are mysteries as deep as the sound
ing sea. he comes out from his hidden
lair along with the preliminary announce
ments OF the watering place hotels, Vacu-
Ous, naughty, indefinite and composed,
with blue worsted Tam O'Shanter on
his mead and tennis shoes on his large and
wandering feet. Between these two ex-
LT6fuGe may DS ccen Sllh legs
in knickerbocker and hose to match the
cap, a fragile waist in belt so wide that
1t suggests the pictures OF medicinal belts
seen in the advertising columns of the
papers, a striped coat OF blue. or red. a
cigarette and face that is indistlnct in
all the features except the ample and
striking mouth. There are myriads of
these summer young men. They do moth
ing from morning till night, but smoke
and battle and lounge. Their manner to-
ward women is calm and thoughtful.
They seem to realize that they are in de-
mand and the boon of their presence is
not granted without due discrimination.
Toward men VINO wear trousers they are
chilly, contemptuous and austere. They
know that the watering place girl had
rather walk on the beach with knicker-
bOckers, Tam and a brilliantly colored
splasher than with she greatest catch OF
the season who wore his town clothes.
The complaint is made that they are not
satisfactory 10 matchmaking mammas
and the cry goes up all along the coast
and through the mountains, Where are
the menp'
The answer is easy. They are in town
toiling that the resorts, the girls and that
latest specimen OF created things, the
watering place young man, may exist.
BLAKELEY HALL.