St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-25

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the regular ballet get-up, and danced with
great enthusiasm. hayingn bashtul feeling
as far as the leg business was concerned.
The first night the leader of the Orches-
ira, fne-looking fellow, was on camp
stool, which calmly shut up with him,
landing him under the second violin and
splitting his coat
DOWN THE BACK.
The fun in the dressing rooms was very
great, because a regular master of the robes
got the ladies(?) all up, and they were in
this way initiated in the mysteries of the
most profound kind. Bless their hearts!
How awfully nice big, healthy-looking col
legians are!
When they were going away from the
hotel, sitting up Oh the coaches, l felt as if
would like there and then to consolidate
them, so that there might be one laughing
mouth, one pair of bright eyes and one con-
densation of darkness, and that might
kiss him, always for some parents sake, as
a matter of course. Boys, especially big
ones, are very nice; but sometimes it is
hard to discriminate between big boys and
old boys and from that doubtful state of
anxious. If a positive line could be drawn
such a one as is recommended for decOl-
lete gowns-it would prove convenient;
only, like the bodices, it would, after all,
have to be made to suit individuals. Some
boys are so much boy when they are old
boys, and some boys are never so much old
boys as when they are boys. This delight
full statement, my dear, is one upon which
you may puzzle. for it is about as clear as
clear as most aphorisms, but much truer.
All the women were out ID the sunshine
last week, and every one with a special
need. and usually with special determine
ton to satisfy this need, which was for
A SPRING BONNET.
The average milliner is very stupid; she
puts on MY head exactly the same shaped
bonnet that she would put on Mrs. Grand
who is twice my age and twice my size.
Her one idea seems to be that you must
understand thoroughly that the bonnet is
smart and that it is French-then you may
pay the bill, unless, indeed, you are for
tunate enough to have somebody else TO pay
your bills, in which case she will probably
charge you little more. taxing you for this
luxury. | have found the ideal milliner
and feel like crying Eureka" through the
streets. She makes the bonnet suit the
face, makes absolute simplicity yours if
you need it, or will give you the proper
amount of gOrgeOusneSs if that is nearer
your style. She will charge you Just as
much for the simplicity. but it will
have better air than would all the frills
and feathers which, put upon an innocent
woman, look as if they intended to crush
her. The big hats are delicious. very big. but
as they are intended especially for driving
or out of town they are quite good FORM
Men will confess that, while they do not
care to sit behind a Rembrandt hat at the
theater there are times when
WOMAN LOOKS BETTER
under the broad-brimmed hat. and their
ideas of suitability are only reached by its
assumption.
1t is quite smart to be very literary, and
almost every woman you meet has either
written a play or a book, or is credited
with being so busy about her literary
labOrers. They may never result in any
thing, but, nevertheless, she is supposed to
go through all the throes of authorship. 1t
is the old story Of the mountain and the
mouse, with the pain of the mountain in
tensitied and the smallness of the mouse
requiring the use of the microscope to him
who would see it. Some of the things are
dreadful, and most of the women have be-
come awful bOres in consequence of their
ambition. A pretty girl asked me the other
day, "Don'tyou even TRANSLATED" / con-
fesSed to her that even this was beyond me-
and that getting into print would frighten
me dreadfully. She was quite condescend-
ing, and said it was a pity. felt like add
ing, PITY. pity, pity in this city. there's
not committee, say, on A. AS" which,
being translated, means amateur authors
One woman wrote a hymn, which she
said was spiritual, with a sufficient
amount of the material to be appreciated
even by sinner" As a representative
sinner, l could see nothing whatever in it.
Her meter was a bad imitation of Swine
burne's "Faustine," and the religious
ecstacy was quite too much for me- This
was the first verse:
When the essence divine looks out from your
Oh! believe: --
And the downcast soul is compelled to arise.
Oh! believe
That the worldly joys so dear this day
Fade like the suns last warm, sweet raw.
Altogether it is the greatest bosh imagin-
able; nevertheless that misguided woman is
having it printed for private circulation.
and / think, Dolly intends sending you one.
The covers are lovely, so take my advice.
tear out the poetry (?) and use the binding
10 keep loose photographs In. The hymn
writing being is married and speaks of her
husband as "a kind but SHINING soul, -
and of
HER MARRIAGE
as lone where there is no sympathy but a
mutual agreement to let each seek that
which seems best unto his SOUL" Now [
respect everybody's belief. but l think she
is a hypocrite out and out; by making home
a wretched barren place, whtre the fine
furniture seems to have been used only by
souls. she has driven her husbant- into find
ing that which seems best for his soul at
the clubs and in the devotion of another
woman. Madame finds societies, prayer
meetings and pet preachers sufficient for
her, and consequently husband is not