Wichita eagle., 1889-09-04
THE WHIMS OF WOMEN.
SOME OF TIE FUNNY FADS THEY
FOLLOW AND ENTHUSE OVER.

The Wife Who Was Afraid Her Husband
Would See Her Hair in Pspers-sacri-
Icge at the Tomb of Juliet Foolish
Practice of Student Song Birds
1t is one of women's rights to have whiInS
The man who dares transgress this special
feminine prerogative is sure to be called a
| crank-serves him right. too, for turning
! things about.
| Each age of womanhood has its various
whims, from girlhood to second childhood
A WISE wHIM
l saw pretty young matron the other day
holding tongs in the gas Jet and then curling
her blonde bangs with the heated iron
What pity" | exclaimed, ''te injure
such beautiful hair as yours with curling
ironl"
''You see" she replied "when / married
Robert | thought to myself if he ever sets
eyes on me with my brow borGeref with
row of paper knobs | shouldn't he s bit sur
prised if he would be disenchanted at pres
ent be considers me beautiful. | can't afford
to dispense with the bangs. for they help 10
make me pretty l can't afford to risk losing
his admiration either by looking 90 ugly at
night while the bangs are IN prepsration, so |
purchased a curling iron. But when we
went on our tour | did not always have an
opportunity to heat the tongs and then l
was in trouble, for | had to resort to the hor-
rid curl papers again.
Many a night in the sleeping cars have
secreted some paper under my pillow. Then
would lie awake till Roberts audible breath
ing assured me ne was sound asleep, and
would cautiously sit up in bed ana twist my
bangs in paper
The fear that l wouldn't wake first in the
morning made my sleep anything but sweet
and restful How often | dreamed that
opened nay eyes at dawn and found Robert
gazing down at me with horror and sversion
It's a wonder my blonde tresses didn't turn
gray with the dreadful fear ! experienced
throughout that tour. At the first peep of
dawn [ started NJ, and wi III fingers trembling
in haste tore ont the obnoxious papers and
ssu& back on my pillow looking my angelic
self once more, while the first untroubled
wink of sleep had that night blessed my
eyes.
''On one of these occasions, just as 1 was
putting up the last bunch of BANGS, Robert,
aroused by the rustlng OF the paper l used,
which unfortunately WAS more stiff than
usual, started up, exclaimlng:
What's thatf
What's what, dearF' asked in sleepy
voice
While he was lighting a match 1 was
franticaIly undoiug nay hair, and in another
instant the hight revealed ME looking fright
ened, but oh joy, not frightfuL
we agreed 70 call II rats, which ! men
tally spelled backward and thanked my
lucky star that l still possessed my husbands
love-
4 FOOLISH FREAK.
Young girls just out Of boarding school are
Ike the spring il 50 many ways, besides being
fresh and green.
Spring sings:
Ye may trace my stems Ger the Weakening earth
And So, too, YOU can trace the steps Of the
blooming maiden
But of al places where she passed at none
was l 50 shocked rs al the tomb OF Juliet
went 10 beautiful Verona on purpose 70 visit
the house with the famous balcony over the
orchard, and the tomb where sleeps true
and faithful Juliet" I found the tomb IN
Wild ana deSolaJe garden that involuntarily
called up the lines Hamlet uses ID soliioquiz-
ing on the WEAKNESS of this world:
rs AZ urwee.ed garden
That rToNs 70 seed; things rank anl gross in IA
ture
Possess il merely.
50 Juliet's tonb WIS in such = Cireary spaoe
Of rank weeds.
As I approached / n1ur;lU-ed And this is
thy - .iwelliIS place, lovely Juliet. thou