The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-08-04
O OF TINrYPE GIRLS.
They Have Lots Of Fun. Hut They Worry
the Poor photographer.

They Have Lots Of Fun. hut They Worry
the Poor Photographer.
From the Boston Globe.
They came In late one afternoon, all
talking at once
ave want our tintypes taken"
ayes, altogether"
'ln n group"
"Any particular style you'd like ?"
'Oh, we want something picturesque.
Yes, we want IL artistic, an outdoor
scene, you know"
The photographer quickly wheels up a
mountain view for background, waltzes n
wooden-locking rock in the foreground,
props up n rustic looking fence mt one
side and throws down a shaggy grass
suggesting mat before II. While he Is
composing this medley from the mex
haustiblc beauties Of nature the gIrls dis
course on the subject I'm hand.
Belle, you sit ON the rock and | will
stand beside you; Grace n lean on the
fence. and May, you sit on the iioor. We
oug ht to have "a book TO be looking at
All, here's an album that will do, Dora
which side of my face would be the best
TO ave taken?"
"The outside" said Dora promptly.
81 wish we had n parasol," says Grace.
"Be quick as you can" interrupts the
photographer, realizing how precious is
every momen of the fast fading light.
Dora bestows upon him a look which
plainly says, with intent To annihilate,"
ave pay you by the job, not by the hour.
Do not presume TO hurry u.s."
At In u they locate themselves accord
ing 10 the dictates of their own sweet and
hayward fancics.
"Ah, my" exclaims Belle from the rock,
'what an awfully uncomfortable thing
this is To sit on"
"Put your hand on my shoulder. Grace"
Finally all seems in readiness, when,
just as the photographer Is about 10 re-
move the cap TO expose the plate, May
suddenly cxclaims from the fioor:
"Hold ON a minute! Grace, you ought
not to be standing, you are too tall.
Change places with me.'
Then ensued n general scrambling and
arranging, Belle improving the opportun-
ity to try for a softer spot ON b rock. -.
"Am | looking at the right place ?'
May anxiously asks OF the photographer
as II the sun would certainly fail TO do its
desired work IL her head was no turned
at just the most becoming angle.
"Yes," replied the much harassed
parsonage addressed, heroically choking
back unholy utterances "Sit perfectly
still now"
He removes the cap and n brief and
blessed silence ensues. When he replaces
the cap for n moment the chorus breaks
out:
"Oh. my eoodness-dear mel lever
why. l just"
Keep jus, rs you are" says the photog.
rapher, authoritatively, unexpectedly re-
moving the cap again,a m thus effectively
shutting of the threatened deluge of re-
marks.
The poor light necessarily made the ex-
posure unusually long, and when Mt last II
Is over:a volley of deep n ~revengeful
groans comes from the girls as the pho
%tographer disappears with his plate.
my, | feel all tied up In n bowknot."
Goodness, but Tn tired standing SO
long"
II never knew anyone to be so long TAX.
ing a t%intype."
"Oh, l feel as IL I had just had a tooth
pulled-so thankful IL is over"
"Oh, see this picture OF some girls in n
boat. Why didn't he say he had "a boat ~
81 dom hin he is very agreeable any
way. All he thinks OF Is 10 get IL over
with"
"oh, here he comes with the pic
snow they gather around the man with
the pictures, all talking excitedly."
"Oh, no, just look at me-"
Just see the way my eyes look"
MY head Is held too high, and | asked
you"
.'Oh. see how my dress looks, etc.. till
at last they ~relinqdish the artistic treas
ures long enough to have them put In en-
velopes.
Then they pay for them and go out,
free 20 relieve his ov~erwrought nerves ia
any form Of speech he thinks will he most
soothing To his feelings n expressive OF
his sentiments.