Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-02-09

gray-haired. She passed along without at
tracing glance Of interest from anybody,
and am sure that if an inquiry had been
made as to who she was no reply could be
got in the neighborhood. Yet this was
Clara Louise Kellogg, at one time far more
generally known than Sny singer before the
public at this moment She was the best
advertised and most exhaustively criticised
figure OF her time and profession, and have
no doubt was envied by every impression
able girl who ever saw or heard of her. But
her voice and her pretty face died away, and
with them went fame. Now the former
queen OF the lyric stage walks about unob-
served, only casual old-timer recalling the
victories that she once gained.
THE FEMALE BORE.
A business woman, whose face is about as
we'll known as any in town, but who always
seeks to avoid public recognition, was snug
ly ensconced in an SCI" car behind her even
ing paper and quietly perusing it. Sudden
~ there entered the Female Bore, who
speedily recognized the other, and decided
to let the passengers know without further
delay. She sprawled over two or three in
terVening sufferers and began observations.
"Oh, how do you do, Mrs. A?" she asked
in high-pitched voice. II want to con-
gratulate you on winning your law suit.
Il thank you, said the other quietly.
"Is your health better, Mrs. Az"
"Yes, thank you"
mot SO stout as you used to be, Mrs. A."
By this time every man, woman and child
in that part OF the car knew who Mrs. A
was, and the lady was pointed out, whis-
pered about and rendered generally uncom-
Portable, while the Bore smirked and beamed
with superior smile upon her neighbors.
LITTLE FEMININE FAILING.
Now, that have struck into a critical
vein, let me moralize briefly on the melan-
choly fact that mendacity is common fem
mime failing. Men have a contempt for
small lies. They may perjure their souls
to any extent for a suitably large stake, but
they would certainly feel ashamed to make
the untruthful assertions that women will
indulge in, not only on the slightest provo
cation, but often without shadow of neces-
sity. Women resent the attempts of reform
ers in this respect. There are certain lies,
they argue, that society demands shall be
told. Truth in their stead would not only
be extremely unpalatable to the majority,
but would without question, bring about a
state of affairs which must inevitably wreck
the whole social system.
There are no subteriuges that the gentler
sex will not practice by means of the facile
falsehood to secure something for nothing"
such as theater tickets, entrance to e1clu-
sive entertainments or similar shows. l re-
member on the occasion of famous ball it
was stated that society matrons had abso-
lutely stepped themselves in untruths in or
der to get invitations, and I can believe it.
When such matters are at stake, truth stands
but poor chance.
A GATHERING OF FREAKS.
New York attempts at the ''literary salon"
are at times indescribably funny. At these
assemblies, it is supposed, are gathered the
best brains of the town. In realty they are
generally a collection of freaks; that is,
third or fourth rate celebrities, or nobodies,
who resolve themselves into a mutual admir-.
alton society, or form a fawning circle about
their hostess. Somebody who Is always 60
ing to make great success, sings a song, at
which everyone says: "HOw exquisite.
century will rival Booth reoites
something oppressively gloomy, at
which every one says. "How tremendous
Somebody endeaVors to be comical, and is
only silly, at which every one cries: "How
clever!" Somebody who is wofully ugly, of
uncertain wears, and In Greclan draperles,
lets down her back hair and proceeds to
howl, yell, groan and hiss, at which every
one draws long breath and says: How
strong, how intense, how dramatic!'' Then
dry sandwiches and feeble punch are served,
and people think they are seeing life in BO-
hemi%
ONLY ONE PRETTY CREATURE.
In one of these gatherings no critical
witness could fail to muse upon the frights
of women and the stupidities OF men who
were there. The only pretty creature in the
room shrunk into the shadow of curtain,
while the esthetically-robed, wrinkled, old |
girls posed and smirked under the chande-
liers. Talk Of posingl When a woman who
will never see 3S again kneels upon the
floor and sprawls upon the lap of some fem
inine intimate, and gets an intense look
upon her rouged face, feel as if wanted