Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-04-10
WOMEN OF THE PRESS.
OFF-HANDED SKETCHES DONE
IN ARTISTIC COLORS.

An Hour or Two With Peaeh-like
Beauty as Chatty rs Msgpie-Liny
Curry. the Prettiest Of Gothams Fe-
M ale FAbe rites-Theodore ThOmss'
Enttc n$ rains Outdrawn by Macy :
Easter Bonnets.
ARLINGTON, April S.-MY visit to
New York Is already IN perspective and
here am again back in the bow windows
OF my Washington boarding house.
Coming home from the theatre the other
night somebody asked me now l liked it
all-Nbed New York. | thought Of my
dear New Orleans, OF the sweet sun sleep
Ing IN the uncrow ded streets, OF the no
hurry, no worry Of life, l smelled tue
/ breath Of the jasmine lower-oh, the
liant sweet breath Of the jasmine flower.
and while my own head wnirled with
/ this mad rusn, for the life Of me l could
not answer which was best or how liked
/ 1t all. felt lett over, stranded, forgot
ten. The other afternoon bright, pretty,
/ successful newspaper woman came TO
call on me. She was plump as a par
( trldge, pretty as a peach. chatty as
/ maybe. Her gown vas OF moss green
( velvet; her wrap Partisan, her bonnet
4 DAISY. Sne earns something ike $4,000
year, writing for the papers and doing up
! IN dainty little volumes the lives Of ac-
! tresses who are always willing 10 pay
from Two TO fiye hundred dollars for such
| work. she knew every p ct, dr2maJlst
/ ana theatre man and woman in New
York. Had boxes at the opera-stalls at
TIE theatre, pocket iull OF tickets for
everywhere. she was run after by
writer's, society bellies and readers. She
nlled her talk with quotations from the
| "MlkadO" and "Adouis," knew 10 . dot
| what this winter was dOing-wno was
| MD behind that nom dc plume, what this
| manager was up 10 aud that artist alter.
She was en- route TO a reception, a read
ing, an interview with manager on be-
nalf Of a friend, was gong to the opera and
by the midnight train TO Philadelphia.
| she sat costly on the sofa munChlng
| biscuit and drinking claret, aud she told
| me the very cream of the literary per-
sonal and dramatic gossip Of Boston,
| New ! DIRK and Philadelphia. She talked
for two hours. Finally II occurred TO her
that she had hired coupe waiting for
her at the door. she counted up on her
! fingers one, TWO, three, four, i've hours
| she mad had the man, and she tossed a i've
dollar bill down the steps to MIN. He
| grumbled, said it wasn't enough and was
| ugly and imDertinent. she calmly
! slammed the door in his face, came back
! doubled up on the sofa and talked Tor TWO
hours more. She told me all about book
10 come out next week, Of picture not
! yet vanished, of a new play. She gOs-
slipped until my head buzzed. / felt
| worse left over, more stranded than ever.
! Here she was, born and bred in this
whirl-a-gig OF life, so busy, so eager, so
| live, fairly snatching her material, her
| news, her facts from the womb Of ideas.
Here was !, my heart set on an old
gray Southern city basking in the sun,
reading the books that we're old last year,
thinking the thoughts that were stale
! last year, reclting poems that were old
| last year, living a life that was year be-
! hind, as ners seemed TO be year ahead
Of the times. To her there were no gods
stlll less any gOddesses. Do you wonder
my head whlrled?
AND THEN THE SOLEMN MUGGED OLD
BUTLER
again opened the drawing room door and
Lily Curry walked in. Ella Wheeler
Wilcox says Lily Curry is the prettiest
newspaper woman in all New York and
believe 1t. A slender slip of a girl with
face like a rose bud, with eyes like great
Russian yiOlets, wearing simply made
gown Of deep blue velvet, a Reynolds hat,
or hat such as you see in the Reynolds
pictures with curling plumes, bronze
chestnut rings OF hair lying on a velned
brow, such is Lily Curry. She is one Of
the cleveresL all round writers on the
D. ess, does poems, stories, sketches,
special articles and what not. Her
beautiful poem "For the Baby" must be
well known TO your readers. She has
just written book. 1t is out to-day. |
nave read it, and it is the cleverest
sketching of New York's Bohemia OF its
artists, actors, writers, editors and all
have ever seen. The title is "a BOhe-
man Tragedy" The characters are
easily recognizable and the book will be
20. Both cover and contents are red.
/ The hest OF the New York journalists do
what's called space work, they write for
any and all OF the papers at one and the
same time, and if they can't sell their
| stun at one Office they take it to another.
How these New Workers do 1--we to be
| sure. l went to visit friend who lives
N a fiat. The house was ten stories high.
The ground floor was Of gray Stone, the
| remainder of red pressed brick. The
doorway was asullen, gloomy, cavernous
arch OF stone finished with tie carved
heads Of dragons. and within this arch
was the door OF OAK studded all over with
nails as big as my fiet and bound with
iron bars looking like the entrance 10
bastile. | rang the door bell, II opened
automatically, as doors do IN fairy land,
and after taking in breath started for my
| climb up the Pixies Peak OF those stairs.
ON and on TO the eighth floor. Here was
! a landing, a front door with door plate
aud bell. / rang, mad came. / stepped
INTO narrow hall, wall on one side SIX
doors on tother. At the end of the hail a
sey, nth door opening into charming
| little parlOr full Of bric-a-Orac, pictures,
statuaTy, easels, lamps with rose shades
over them. crepe scarts knotted over the
picture frames, yellow silk sashes over
the chairs, a brown jug crammed full OF
ox-eyed daisies. | looked out window
down into the street. The men there
looked like babies. The babies like fly
specks. The J.. road, like a spun cob web
far below me. During that Dlissiul week
ia New York, whenever | could sneak
away from my friends | used 70 90 out
window shopping. | lost my head just
as woman does In Paris. / recolect
very Wei how in Paris | used TO take my
baedecker and start out to do the Louvre,
the LuXem bong. the hotel Cluny or NOtre
Dame and how used to find myself in
yariably IN the bon narche buying artid-
cial flowers.
IA Is JUST so IN NEW YORK.
don't IN nd admitting at this distance
. that ia hesitate between "A Thomas Con.
cert and Mays! can't help Il. My
poor old empty pocketbOok leaps in my
pocket az this moment as think o; those
bargain counters, of the Yum Yum"
slippers. the pictures, the cat tail
edsels, the tOrget-me-nOt note paper, the
M.kado cloak clasps, the Oriental table