New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-11-19
GLANCES HERE AND THERE.

DO you remember Punch's" pathetic bit OF himor,
the sketch representing lot OF town children raking
their first outing In the country, under the guidance
Of one OF those lovely ladies whom Du MaurIer-was
It Du Maurier l-likes draw; in fact all Punchs'
artists except Keene, whose funny people are always
ugly and usually addressed. Oh. what a big
sky. cries OF the little sarvengs and what
tale that tells Of skies and lives bounded by high
walls. Here is a mate for It, The other day two
ragged little boys not vulgar mind you, only poor
were looking into fashionable florists window
devouring with round the finest lot of chrysanthe
NUNS you ever saw; all colors, melted gold 10 uncut
ruby. "ssy, Jimmie" says the big in whisper
wouldn't you just like to have some OF them butter
cups to take homo to motheri' Butercups, observe
Now, you not panic-struck lest those boys may
raise and scrape four even i've cents apd summon
courage enough to enter the fins florists ana 70
buy a bunch of those buttercups, and the Il ists
snip NAV shout at them " be OF with you ~
Rest perturbed spirit; that sequel did not happen
but the truthful narrator suffered from 1t all inc
same.
Rather cool for Indian Summer, isn't lit AS IL
the Indian after falling TO drown his summer earlier
in the week had concluded to try scalping How Is
one to know that 1t is Indian summer, thonf Why,
because ST. Martins day the 18th, ard ST.
Martins summer follows his day, and If you don't be-
leve that his summer and the Indians are one and
the same, then fol-lors and sun-myths are not for
you. OF you remembered this when you w0ke
up the morning OF the 11th and wondered as usual
whether the good Martin the proprietor Of the french
version Of the little summer were by any chance re-
lated to the God Cautantowt OF Indian mythology, the
wind department. No bad slang, please, or worse
% on e general ad9 anagif Sa1s
who knows everything. So let's 90 on expecting.
The halcyoner, the better.
Colonel william Moore, was once on the stan OF
Governor Grant, of Colorado. He was an Engishmsn
of fine build and appearance. He possessed many
medals and decorations which he had won 1t was
sald in foreign He was very proud oil theni,
but he never had opportunity TO wear them until
he received his appointment. On the first occasion
on which he appear in full uniform at state
affair." he came forth respendant with glittsrng medals
and shining gold. Before going to the reception he
called upon an old friend where he very popular
with the little daughter child Of three or four years
She was in the hallway whom the servant opened tbs
door, but she did not recognize the Colonel In hii
military garb, and shrank back frightened at BIZ
magnificent appearance. She ran TO her father who
was In the par or and when he asked her who 1t was
she said IN whispered awe 81 don't Know less
IT'S Cod
Did you ever notice when you went into the cor
rdors of big hotel quietly dressed, unpretcntous
man moving around among the people? He looks at
everyone who comes IN and everyone who goes out,
not boldly but ndiferently apparently. AT some
he looks longer than Others but he rarely attracts at
tention II your eye meets hts, however, you are
startled. There is something keen about his glance
for which you not prepared. 1t strikes you then
that he watching you In particular and you feel an
uncomfortable sensation almost one OF guilt III you
look his way again to assure yourself hat you are
not mistaken, he IS not noticing you. His eyes are
wandering amlessly, Il seems, around the corridor
OF course he did not glance at you, but watch him
carefully when you go out again. There Is Just the
slightest movement OF his head toward you. His eyes
are following you. lie would know you II he saw
you again anywhere. That is hi" business He is
the hotel detective.