The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1886-12-05

her when saw her sitting
on the end OF her berth in
her corset with loossned lacngs,
drawing on her boots with lavish
display Of plumply filed hosiery, the
curtains pushed back and men and
women passing to and from the
toiletts room. II was a needles ex-
posure. The girl across the aisle, No. 8,
emerged from her closet curtains with
not a crinkle in her drapery, boots
buttoned and hair rs smooth as satin
10 the line where II broke into billo s
OF crimpiness over her forehead How
did she DO in She was in the toilette
room with the first streak OF dawn, for
/ peeped through my curtains rs she
passed by in dressing sack and skirts,
the voluminous drspery on her arms
and the crimping pins held by lovely
turban. There was q difference she
could trrvel to China and back with
out danger to her modeety.
There was 10 year old girl on that
train who will own the road some day
unless they multiply her and 30 divide
the profits Of her popularity. She is
rather pretty, in an uncultured style,
and che looks as ipgenius as q babe !;
but what she knows Of the nature OF
masculine humanity would burst the
covers OF an unabridged dictionary.
She prospers by a combination OF wit
and lemon drops. She enters the car
with calm smile on her face and an
opened package OF her wares In her
hands. As she walks down the aisle
she shakes one drop from the package
into the lap Of each passenger and cas-
ually remarks: "Nice, fresh lemon
drops; there amt none like 'em made ;
try them before you buy them only
8 cents q package" The passengers
all glare, and nobody tries them at
frBt-not until the shrewd creature Is
down at the other end Of the car, med
itatively drumming her fingers on the
glass OF the door az she waits for her
silent partner to get In its work, which
II always does. A lemon drop isn't
big, nor 10 1t pretty, but the neat
ness and dispatch with which
IL can upset the mental balance
Of strong man, when he has received
II from q witchy sort Of O girl, is q
canton. One by one the seductive
little eamples are transferred from the
laps of the men to their mouths.
And that settles II. The bits OF sugar
and acid are FIRE to the palatee. By
the time the girl has fnished her
serenade on the Gar door glass she can
face an assemblage whose mou his are
animated By but one watering thought,
whose souls utter but one cry-the
longing for more. They all buy them
the man with a sudden tickling In
his throat that must be assuaeed; the
chap who hides the little paper box
under his coat and slyly slips one into
his mouth when he thinks nobody Is
looking; the aged guy, whose fire.
quent hand to the mouth that 1t nee
essitates, bstrays the entering OF an
other drop, and the bold fellow who
munohes the yellow morsels openly
and unblushingly-all contribute their
nickel to the future wealth OF the girl.
You have doubtless seen train boys
working the sample game, but 1t takes
a pretty girl TO develop Its possibili-
ties. as,
My male cousin came running into
my presence the other day with the
exclamation, "Look at mel What do
you think Of these togsp I've made
up my mind to knock out the dudes
IRON this time on" Now there was
nothing remarkable in that speech foI
q man, but never yet saw the woman
who would have expressed s1ch a
septim snt. l am all up in arms now,
and l am going TO prove by this text
that men are eeveral shades vainer
than women. And they are VAiner
about their clothes than women are.
i know the world thinks differently.
Men have done all the speech making
and most Of the wridng for centuries,
and they have all harped on the van
lily Of women and the importance
women asCribe to dress. Now, I've
got the floor, and am going to knock
that notion 10 emithereens. At least,
! am going to knock 1t wee, tiny
little bit. f
In society am continually hearing
men say: "I've got q dress suit that
will make the girls all sweet on me-"
or 1--WE ordered a riding coat that win
make the nobs green with envy" or
"Wsit till get my satin lined over.
coat, and I'll be Irresistible" All
chat, you say. Yet no one fails to
recognize the truthfulness Of the silly
and egotislical expression, and no one
ever heard woman or girl say such a
thing, in fun or in earnest. Women
are vain about dress, Oh, yes; they