Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-09-13
THE TlNTYPE GIRLS.
'hey Have Lots of Fun. But They Worry
the ! DOR photographer.

'hey Have Lots of Fun. But They Worry
the ! DOR photographer.
They come in late in the afternoon
all talking at once.
we want our tintypes taken"
YES, all together"
''1n group"
ANY particular style you'd like?"
oh, we want something pictures Que.
Yes, we want it artistic, an outdoor
scene, you know"
The photographers quickly wheels up
mountain view for background, waltzes
wooden-looking rock into the fore
ground, props up rustic fence at one
side, and throws down a shaggy grass
suggesting mat before it. While he is
composing this medley from the mex
haustible beauties of nature the girls
discourse on the subject in hand.
belle, you sit o. the rock and will
stand beside you; Grace can lean on the
fence, and May, you sit on the floor.
We ought to have book to be looking
at. All, here's an album; that will do
Dora, which side of my face would be
the best to have taken?"
THE outside" said Dora, promptly
81 wish we had a parasol," SAYS
Grace.
BE quick as you can" interrupts the
photographer, realizing how precious is
every moment of the fast-fading light.
Dora bestows upon him a look which
plainly says with intent to annihi-
late:"
1--WE pay you by the job, not by the
hour. Do not presume to hurry us"
At last they locate themselves ac-
cording to the dictates of their own
sweet and hayward fancies
"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 to re-
move the cap to expose the plate, May
suddenly exclaims from the floor:
Hold on minute, Grace, you ought
not to be standing; you are to tall.
Change places with me -
Then ensues general scrambling and
rearranging. Belle improving the OPP
portunity to try for softer spot on the
rock.
"Am / looking at the right placer"
Nay anxiously asks of the photograph
er, as if the sun would certainly fail to
do its desired work if her head was not
turned at just the most becoming angle.
YES" replies the much-harrassed
parsonage addressed, heroically chok-
ing back unholy utterances. sit per-
fectly still now"
He removes the cap, and brief and
blessed silence ensues. When he re-
places the cap for moment the chorus
breaks out:
'Oh, my goodness-dear mel never
why, l was just
keep just as you are" says the pho
tographer, authoritatively, unexpect-
edly removing the cap again, and thus
effectively shutting off the threatened
deluge of remarks.
The poor light necessarily made the
exposure unusually long, and when at
last it is over volley of deep and re-
vengeful groans comes from the girls as
the photographer disappears with his
plate.
Then their 'Ongues are loosed.
My, feel all tied up in a bowknot."
Goodness, but I'm tired standing so
long"
Il never knew any one to be so long
I calling CIuUypo.,'
/ ''Oh, feel as if l had just had tooth
! pulled-so thankful it is over"
| ''Oh, see this picture of some girls in
a boat. Why didn't he say he had
| boat?"
Il don't think he is very agreeable,
anyway. All he thinks of is to get it
over with"
'Oh, here he comes with the pict-
ures"
Now they gather around the man with
the pictures, all talking excitedly
''Oh, oh, 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.,
etc, till at last they relinquish the
artistic treasure long enough to have
| them put in envelopes.
Then they pay for them and go out,
leaving the long suffering photographer
free to relieve his overweight nerves
in any form of speech he thinks will be
most soothing to his feelings and ex-
presSive of his sentiments-BoSton
/ Globe.