St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-08-22
THE LADY RAMBLER.
Six Leaders of Society Whe Mixed
Drinks at Lake Resort.

Six Leaders of Society Whe Mixed
Drinks at Lake Resort.
Three dear little bellies and three howl
ing young swells went out to MnnetOnka
one day last week. They rowed and strolled
about and chatted and had perfectly
lovely time till after dinner, when they be-
gan to feel rather bored. Under these cir
cumstances one of the party thought that if
they had something to drink their ennui
might be relieved, so they descended upon
a soda fountain and made glad the heart of
its proprietor. There was still. however
yearning, aching void in the internal econ
Omy of six society leaders, and at least one
OF the young ladies-well, just how she put
it doesn't matter-she made the masculine
portion of the crowd understand, at any
rate, that something in the way Of liquid
retceshment stronger than soda wouldn't
come amiss. What the decostion was will
ever remain mystery to all save the fell
low who ordered it, but its effects were
only too visible. 1t fixed and sizzled Oh
top of the soda water, and three damsels
were speedily spread out in as many chairs.
very, very limp, while two sweet youths
decorated one sofa, and the other member
of the party endeavored to hide his woes
under the comfortable. Fortunately, some
philanthropic friends discovered the youth
full jewellers and got them out of sight till
their equilibrium was somewhat regained.
And now one of the girls is illuminating
motto that, when completed, will display
the hackneyed and tme-honored legend,
''Never mix your drinks"
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But, after all, it is nothing unusual to see
ladies a little the worse for liquor at the
fashionable summer resorts of the East;
and why, pray, should White Bear or Min
netOnka be behind the age?
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An immense sash of black velvet is an
effective finish to gown of white null.
~
In regard to the engagement bracelet,
with its tiny paddock, dear Adele, you
will, of course, after you are married utilize
it as collar for Fido. Oh, yes, indeed!
Quite the thing, I assure you.
1t is with an ''if you escape, Scylla, you
will fall into Charybds'' sort of feeling
that girl, having gotten herself up re-
CARELESS, now sets forth to thread the
devious mazes of our city streets. By
frantically clutching at her draperies and
walking on her heels, she may get safely
over the mud puddles that are by courtesy
called crosSwalks, but if she does she will
probably reach a supposedly safe strip of
pavement just in time to receive shower
bath of dirty water or an avalanche of dirt,
for it is well-known fact that the pro-
prietorS OF our shops sweep their floors and
clean their windows just when they feel
like it, and that no two select the same
hour. And if she congratulateS herself
upon having steered clear of the fragments
of ice that some salOOnkeeper has left upon
the sidewalk, just at that very instant of
her rejoicing, female with baby will
try to wheel perambulator up the back
breadthS of her immaculate gown.
A charming costume recently seen was
of pongee silk in combination with dark
green velvet. The crown of the Gains
borough hat was of the pongee, with velvet
brim, ornamented with pink roses, The
tint OF the velvet was again repeated in
long silk gloves.
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| If they all go the play. these good gray
| heads and fathers of families who have
| spent hours in gazing at the female lowell
ness portrayed in the bills of "Evangeline, :"
there will be mighty few vacant seats in
the front rows. Pm afraid, though, that
many of the venerable gentlemen have
| studied these entertaining portraitures for
the sole purpose of informing their femi.
nine relatives who are just dying to go that
"Evangeline" is play calculated to shock
delicate sensibilities.
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A pink cotton sateen. trimmed with GRIM
son velvet is worn by pretty blonde.
Startling as the combination sounds it is not
| at all bad.
~
When young man informs you that his
fiance has hair of the most exquisite golden
hue, and you find upon investigation that
the tresses in question outrival the reddest
of Strawberries you are irresistibly forced
to conclude that to loves many other i'm
projections must be added that of color
| blindness. LADY RAMBLER.