Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-04-27

cali her husband Rutherford, DEAR" and
Mrs. Harrison has the same little shrinking
at the cold, offish title of "The President" "
She acknowledges that it was hard for her
at first to get used to saying it. and even yet
in private conversation she speaks of him
as "Mr." or General Harrison"
WOMEN ADMIRE BRAVE MEN.
No matter how many titles a man has a
woman always prefers to call him by his
military one, for it suggests the thing dear
est to their hearts, brave man. Mrs. Nc
Kee is equally 10th to use the formal title.
No matter to whom she is talking she al
ways lovingly saws Father" In the i'm
mediate family Mrs. Russell Harrison is
the only one who says 'The President.
They have many precedents for not using
the title, for even that royal matron, Martha
Washington, always smoke of her husband
as "Mr. Washington.
Mrs. Cleveland, being younger woman,
caught up with tine tad easier, and never
failed either in addressing or referring to
her husband to call him '"The President"
She endeared herself to all Marylanders
once by saying to Mr.. Robert Garrett, who
was about to lead her into ballroom in
Baltimore ahead of her husband, "The
President always goes first, Mr.. Garrett"
and she did it in such a sweet way that her
escort did not feel that it was a correction.
Mrs. Morton did a clever thing to show
what she believed to be the etiquette in this
matter. II was at the first state dinner she
gave. She of course sat opposite the Vice
President, and waiting until there was a
lull in the conversation she made some re-
mark, and leaning slightly forward said,
pointedly, so that two-thlrds OF the guests
could hear: "Ts it not so, Vice Priedent?"
Dozens of women never speak Of their lords
as anything but THE Senator" and one
good lady calls her husband "The Boys
Pa" giving the sound to the "a that sheep
give when they say .'baa."
MRS. RUSSELL HARRIsoN's GOWN.
About the smartest gown of the season
was worn by Mrs. Russell Harrison at one
of the afternoon receptions at the White
House. Remember, she is the blondest of
blond women and yet she wore a gown as
yellow as mustard. It was successful, too.
The cloth was silk embossed with yellow
flowers and was made with a demi-train
and zouave jacket front. She wore it over
a petticoat OF yellow crepe as pale as corn
husks. It was laid in accordion plaits and
at the throat had laces scarcely lighter than
the crepe. She wore a big diamond star
pendant from strand of pearls on her
throat, which is as pink as girls OF 16,
and many people who saw her vowed that
she was by all odds the prettiest and best
dressed woman any of the later Presidents
had had in their immediate families
The night before she was at a reception at
the Postmaster Generals, and a funny
little incident happened which proves con-
clusively that she is a beauty. All the men
were admiring girl whom no one seemed
to know. By men mean men. Not the
mannikins whom "swagger girls" distin-
guish by the title. Even that altogether
business-like gentleman, Elijah W. Hal
ford, walked around the room to get bet
ter view OF her as she posed on a sofa with a
benign old gentleman. For she did pose as
soon as she caught sight of the eyes turned in
her direction.
SPYING OUT THE BEAUTY.
Who she was no one knew, although
dozens of scouts were trying to find out.
Lovely girl, that-know her?" was passed
from mouth to mouth. Finally General
Harry NJ. Bingham, the Pennsylvania
member, came into the room. He was met
by a gentleman who had first discovered
the beauty, and addressed him in the fol-
lowing manner: Bingham, the loveliest
woman on Gods earth is in this room, and
none of us can find out who she is. Perhaps
you'll know her."
''But where is she?" responded the Phila-
delphian, eagerly adjusting his eyeglass.
"She just went into the room with an old
man. Follow her quick. You can easily
pick her out"
In few minutes General Bingham re-
turned, his rosy face flushed crimson with
triumph. II found her the first thing, but
she wasn't with an old man. She was talk
ing with Gibson, of Maryland. knew she
must be the one you meant, for she was the
prettiest woman in the room, and the min
ute could catch her eye winked at Glib
son to come over to me. I asked him who
she was, and who do you suppose the
beauty was but Mrs. Russell Harrison"
General Bingham thought he had made
a great discovery and no one en-
lightened him. He probably thinks to this
day that ne discov cred the unknown beauty
of the Wanamaker ball room. The gentle
man who first accosted him gave up the
search in despair and Beauty departed as
she came, unknown.
FEET AND SHOES IN WASHINGTON.
Women's feet are getting larger, although
a Southerner will take his oath on it that
Mrs. Willie Allen, who danced the minuet
at the Colonial ball in Richmond this year,
wore No. slippers-last AA on her twink
ling feet. But then she was Virginian
born and bred. Other women certainly have
big feet. 1t is no longer secret that Mrs.
Cleveland wore No. walking shoes and had
her slippers made only half size smaller,
Mrs. Harrison's foot is short and plump.
She can easily wear No. 3's, but she prefers
a longer boot, and usually has them made
half size longer and last narrower. She
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a little while ago she had pair of bronze
slippers made at a downtown store, for
which she insisted on having heels hardly
one inch high. She argued that a woman
who stood as constantly as she was forced to
do should never be on the stills of ballet
dancer. I notice that she wears them con-
stantly at her receptions.
But she is about the only one here who
shows an atom of sense In the matter. The
feet look all right when they peep from
under ball dress, but it would make
Comstock turn in his grave to see
them when they make their pilgrimage from
coupe to door. Mrs. Hawley, the wife of
Senator Joseph D. Hawley, is not one of the
Chinese footed kind. She is an English
woman, and she wears shoes in which she
,an comfortably walk when making her
calls, which she usually makes sfoot. Mrs.
Senator Davis is another woman who en-
Eases a shapely foot in a sensible boot.
Lady Pauncefote and her daughters are also
generous in the matter OF footgear, and like
most English women they have large feet.
THE ANTIBUsTLE MANIA.
Another sensible whim of fashion that has
followers only on paper is the natural-back
whim, but it has received its death blow.
Plump women won't go bustleless, because
hey say it makes their dresses lop in too
much around their feet, and thin women OBJ
ect because nine out of ten of them are hol-
ow backed. Belva Lockwood and DR.. |
Mary Walker are therefore about the only |