St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-25
Progress of Social Evolution, Of Which
High Bred Girls are the Chief
Exponents.
Why Minneapolis Has No Profess
sional Club Loungers Who
Are Dudes.
He1ot's observations of Persons and
Scenes on Gloomy Day
Before Easter.

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wears the weeds of mourning and droops in
sympathy with the weather. Yesterday it
was almost sunk in melancholy.
Damp, dOlorous, depressing.
Yet not dull, but busy and busting. The
last day of Lent, late in the season, could
not be dull, though how different it was a
week ago, when it sparkled in the bright,
lambent sunshine. The ladies generally
betray the state of their feelings in the
colOrs they display, and / saw few new
spring garments and bright hues yesterday.
One lady, who is the life of Portland ave-
nue. society, was notable exception, and
explained her warm cOlors by saying: "Oh,
l like to see Nature in undress occasionally.
1t beSpeaKs familiarity on her part and 1
reciprocate by dressing up in her honor.
And it's relief to my friends. too"
What day before Easter Sunday Out
OF the warm, snug windows in the millinery
shops, the bright bOnnets which could not
have cost more had they been lined with
greenbacks, looked mournfully into the
streets and into the pretty faces which can
not ornament them to-day, unless it grows
warmer.
Those pretty faces.
How they betray the product of one or
two decades.
These dainty and fashionably-b young
ladies stand out boldly as the opponents of
social evolution. They are ashamed Of
their grandmothersl The latter estimable
ladies played ringing melodies on the wash
board, thirty years ago, and launched into
spring house cleaning without a murmer.
Their husbands were experimenting in
Minneapolis dirt, or with the force of the
waterfall of st. Anthony. 1t was
merely an experiment then, and the
times were young. The experimenter is
dead. and his son pursues the Investigation
with more comfort and certainly more Sc
renity The results have lifted him out of
the burrows of the struggle with poverty
and his wife affects the piano, admireS art
and essays gentility. The refined young
ladies who attracted my attention on the
avenue yesterday, have been carried still
higher by this process of social evolution.
Money and association have been the fac
tors and they are the gratifying result.
They are accomplished and do not eat with
their knives. That good old lady, their
grandmother, could never recognize them
and that they would certainly cut her is
shamefully and sadly true.
There are no club eXquisites in Minneap-
oils. The handsome dandy who curls with
the languidist air in the softest chair of the
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ended hard. days work in his fathers
counting room. An effeminate looking
dude who attracted my attention at the
last charity ball and who wore his we'll
| fitting dress suit with an unmstakable air
of boredom, rushed past me just now with
! a pen over his ear, an Office cap on his
head and so rushed with business he even
failed to recognize Ibis Philopena," as he
had fondly declared her only the night be-
fore. 1t will go as a general proposition
that the young men who danced the hard
| est at night worked the most steadily the
same day.
We have no professional club men.
Take some of the samples.
Sam Hill of the Nicollet club may be
given as type. He is now improving his
already good German on the banks of the
Rhine drinking sour wine and flirting with
pretty, fiaxen-haired frauleins. No one
would think of calling him dude, though
he is always dressed to perfection. There
is something indefnable that draws the line
between brains and dude. Sam Hill has
brains. He also has money and ambition
oceans of both. Charley Palmer, who is
| actually pretty. makes another fair type
He might serve to show a parvenu crowd
how to wear their clothes. and his baby
complexion has been the envy of many
belle. vet no one would think of calling him
dude especially when they knew the per-
lection to which he has brought the North
western Miller and the revenue it brings
him.
Then there is George A. Camp.
He is bowling swell of the NicOllet
club, though his whiskers are gray and he
has retired from business. When the Mic
ollet gave its big party at the West George
Camp was actually giddy. and wore his
boutonniere with boyish grace that was
fascinating. Yet how one would laugh to
hear him called a dude. He is an old boy,
and seems to be spending the lusty winter
of his life in an effort to enjoy his great
wealth to the utmost. 1t is his undoubted
right.
Look at the Minneapolis club.
Its favorite habitues are men like Eugene
NJ. Wilson, c. F. Hatch, c. NJ. Loring and
NJ. B. Koon. All rich and all hard workers,
and none do more enjoy the amusement
and relaxation of the club room. Will E.
Burwell is type. He chafes himself all
day with discount and exchange at the
Northwestern bank, but is thorough club
man after all. and his summer at Mime
tonka cannot be surpassed for pure enjoy
ment of the dolce far niente. He is too
muscular for dude and wholesome fear
of his flexors and eXtensors would deter
anyone from nominating him. Very pop
ular with the ladies' he is, too.
You have met the Watson boys?
They are, in measure, loungerS-that
is they seem to enjoy themselves as they
choose and business cares have never
brought burrows to their alabaster brows
But would not call them dudes. They
are not languid, though they smoke cigar
cts. They are too fond of the sun and get
too tanned and swarthy to be called eX-
quisiteS. Ihaye seen them stripped to the
gauze, welding the ashen oars on Calhoun
under an August sun, when eXquisiteS, VINO
were eXQuisites, lolled in the shade of the
Lurline club house. So l hardly think
Minneapolis has any club eXQuiSites. We
are too young and bustling and democratic
for that vet awhile. | see the making of
these cumberers of the ground, but though
the process is going on, the product is still
too young to notice.
1t will come to the front, later.
The somberly and warmly-dressed crowd
on the avenue-if they are ladies-are
thinking of Easter. Not religiously, how
ever. There are many of them who have
observed the Lenten season and mortified
the flesh by abstinence, but not a trace
could see on their faces of this solemn oo-
casion. The Christ is in the tomb and
deep pail of gloom shrouds the Christian
world, as l am reminded by glimpse of q
| church spire. Not bell has sounded from
belfry since the day which typiies the
divine sacrifice, in the God-like plan of the
redemption. Still, how gay these faces
are and what gay world it is even on this
cold, dreary day. Flowers are seen, and
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