St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-07-22
SMALL TALK.

Who says women guSh over one
another? Men. Who can beat them at
their own game? Men. One night last
week at the Peoples theater, man Ell
thered box, and, as he was sitting
down, noticed a friend in the box adj
joining. The recognition was mutual
and they made dead set at each other
fell together over the top of the diYid-
ing rail, claSped hands and almost threw
an economical female across the house
into Mysteries, they threatened so hard
for minute to kiss each other.
A great mind has said that it is sinful
waste of good material for one woman
to kiss another. 1t is just as painful to
thrifty woman to witness the same eX-
travagant performance between two
men. A note exchanged between a
couple of boon companions fell into
feminine hands the other night. No
boal ding school girls were ever more
ELUSIVE. 1t began, Darling old chap
pie" and concluded with love-" 1t is
doubtful if any folly, unless it be mar
rying men, is peculiar to women. Watch
the average man peacock by a plate
glass show window and see the ex-
preston of satisfied vanity that settles
on his face if he thinks he
looks about as nice as they
make them, or notice his sensi-
tive soul cringe with pain if he discov-
erS that he has been walking from the
last show window with something radi-
cally wrong about his toilet. Get into
an elevator with man, and if you are
observing you will find his attention in
sheepish way glued to his bewitching
reflections in the surrounding mirrors.
Folly for folly, vice for vice, men and
women go balanced on earth.
In point of having ways that are
"wOnderful and past finding out" some
women are divine. A St.,Anthony Hill
girl was down town shopping last
Thursday in thin lawn dress that
revealed a form as uniformly
found as the shapely telegraph
pole. In fact, all she needed was plant
ing and a few wires fastened to her
head to seve the public in that capacity.
Behold. the same afternoon she APP
peared at the WabaSha club reception.
clad in silk gown with form of ex-
quisite proportions. 1t was either a
case of miraculous or illegal develop
ment. Were she to win the affections
of any man in that silk gown. and after
wards appear before him in that straight
up and down, all of a size, from feet to
head lawn dress, he could get Judgment
against her for obtaining goods under
false pretenSeS. Skeletonic maids, have
care.
Speaking of forms, one of the most
marvellous in existence is possessed by
Minneapolis woman. AS she faces
you and is immovable, she is a marker
for fashion plate. But when she is
not in repoSe the mystery comes in.
There seems to be only the most remote
connection between her and her shape
illness. There is large doubt in your
mind whether if her. dress waist were
removed there would be any connection
at all. She can swing around it on ev-
cry side, and the form sits still, well-be-
haved and quiet as death. In cases of
fire at midnight, it is difficult to believe
that it could be persuaded to stir-from
my lady'S dressing table, where it doubt
less abideS when off duty.
st. Paul girl are the happy subjects
of compliments, varied and innumera-
bic. Gu dit they are pretty, graceful,
cultured, athletic, well-dresSed, and to
the category an actor adds they won't
tlirt.
LAS filtration town st. Paul isn't on
the map" he says. Gin most towns it
is part of girls creed-nice girls, too.
mind yOu-to flirt with actors in a lady
like, jolly fashion. But here they never
notice you, unless it is to point you out
as they might any natural curiosity.
They seem never to have learned the
rudiments of the art of Irritation. At
any rate, they don't practice them.'' The
mans opinion is worth something. AS
the small girl said, 'he is handsome
devil" and consequently competent to
judge.
Great heads do not always sit upon
large bodies. A st. Paul lady tells the
following story: "You must hear the
remark of my young fve-year-old
nephew, who is of a most mathematical
turn. A cousin three years older is Wis
iting him,and Baby Maurice was anus
ing himself by saying: when Harry
was six was three; when Harry was
four L was one Here some one asked
when Harry was one how old were
you" The answer came quickly: i
was nothin' and wasn't goin' to be
pOthin' for two years."