St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-02-24
CLARA BELLIES IDEAS
Naughty But Gay Girls at
New York Masquer-
AIDES.
What Does a Man Know, Any
70 how, Of Woman's
~ Dress?
Joaquin Miller's Raey De-
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We have been having several mas
querades in town of late, ranging in
morals from the very wicked French
ball, which Described last week, to the
comparatively sedate Liederkranz; and
it was at the aforementioned affair that
| sketched the above girl, who managed
by the simple novelty of her costume to
attract attention to her good looks.
There was no other meaning to her get
up than that she we'll knew
HOW TO DISPLAY
the fairness of her complexion. She
didn't wait late to take the bit of mask
off her face, | assure you. Masquerades,
you know, are the elysium of women
with presentable arms and necks. but
with ugly faces. On these occasions
they hide their c0untenances aad un-
cover portion Of their fairness. This
second sketch of couple at one of the
masquerades was made to show
how a jolly rounder looks when
in the act of gallantry toward
girl who might be his grand
daughter, but decidedly isn't. The
is a suggestion of neat toilet'in her
figure, too, and with her smooth young
face and hair brushed back from an in
tellectual forehead, she looked like
anything else than registering please
ure-seeker. But she was. Freshness
seems inseparable from. anything in
the way of masquerade. and even
at the costume ball. which was
the essence of fashionabieness,
there was great deal Of freedom in
costuming-n in the way of skiftiess-
ness. OF course, but in various other
ways. One very handsome society
woman had announced her intention of
appearing in ''Nadiy" costume. Up
to the last moment her friends were
trembling least she should carry out
her determination. But when she came
she was shining through one of those
PLENTIFUL GREEK CoBWEBS,
and every bit of her plump beauty was
as plainly apparent as if she had kept
to her original intention of letting her
limbs escape from the little cloud of
black gauze that ''Nadjy" trips in. This
Grecian idea is the best chance the So
ciety women ever had. And they are
making the most of it this winter.
We are getting almost to the end of
the dancing for this winter, because
Lent wilt soon put a stop to it. and our
beauX and bellies are footing it for all 1
they are worth. Never have the fash
ions of ball toilets been more commend
able-from an artistic point OF view. 1t !
is right for women to adorn themselves. !
One of the prettiest and wisest things
about women aud dress which ] remem-
berto have heard has been said by my
dear old Prof. Biackie. That charm- |
ing and ever-gallant gentleman's ad- |
vice is: s'Dress well. Good dress is
III A SORT OF POETRY
addressed to the eye, which it is in the |
power of every well-conditioned woman
to compose; and woman who has no |
taste FOR decoration is as much out of |
nature as bird without wings" Now, |
then, aforementioned husbands and
fathers, your duty is clear, aud you
have only to be little liberal in the
MUM will come. But the worship of |
beauty should stop at the fem
mime sex. No creature in the |
world is. as rule. more contemplate |
than a ''beauty" man. a handsome |
man is very different thing, and every |
woman will know how different to the |
etfeminate, dainty, tender thing in mas |
culine habilimentS, which poses and |
shippers and paints and powders and |
laceS and dyes-very often, and yet has |
the effrontery to call itself a man. Men
have no right to be beautiful. 1t is clear
case of poaching on our preserves. We all
know the fate of NarcisSuS. and it would
be no great calamity if all the beauty"
men of to-day were to share it; but the |
modern masher is not worthy of trans |
formation into fioWer-not even into |
his beloved gardenia.
WHAT DOES MAN KNOW
about women's clothes? Not much, IN
less be is a trained expert, and the Or
binary novelist isn't. The heroines of
stories are often comically CARRIED, as
the authors would see if they were !
10 have their fancies realized. Now.
it is by chance to-day that | eX-
anime some of the manuscript of a |
forthcoming work of fiction by Joaquin
Miller. the poet of the Sierras. | hap
pened to light on chapter in which he
not dresses but undresses girl. Let 1
me crib it. This maiden was on a pre-
cipitous island in San Francisco bay.
near the top OF a crag, where it seemed
impossible for her to get down. The bay
was full of boat loads of eager, excited
spectators. Now. we will proceed Ia
Poet Miiler's language: SIT was fifty
feet or more of sheer precipice. She
hastened, with sinking heort, to the
side of the head looking southwark.
Precpice! Nothing but precipice!
She sat down and folded her bleeding
fingers up under her naked arms. Her
black and glistening abundant hair was
about her breast and shoulders. But
her dress had been torn to pieces, ana
hung in shleds about her body.
.She walked so far out that her foot
lay halfway over the perpendicular
ledge, and 10000 people caught their
breath in the boats below. Here she
sat down, undid the cord about her
body, tied it tightly about sharp little
uplifted point OF rock, and tried It by
pulling hard and strong. And then her
hands began to work and to weave
as if they had been a spiders
hands. Her strong, heavy dress,
already in shreds above the
knee, was shredded and twisted into
tcord almost before the police below re- /
lalized her desperate resolution. But
when they did discover her purpose
moment later. what shout OF cheer. of
hope, of heart! And now she lifted her
knife to the glorious stream OF black
hair. She woye her hair into her costly,
rich. ladder with such dexterity and
speed that in little time her shapely
head was entirely shOrn.
''GARslENT AFTER GARMENT DIsAP-
/ FEARED.
! The last garment. the last shred, was
gone! The girl arose and stood there q
moment as God had made her. The
long, thin cord was coiled in her right
hand And there was but one thought
land prayer among men. was 1t
strong, and was it long? Would |
the rope reach to the foamy,
troubled waters and the sea-
lions below? Had her fingers