St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-06-29

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stead of walking on rose leaves she
freads on golden eagles. Seats at her
performances are secured two years III
advance, and to make the application
YOU pay a handsome deposit. There are
no graded courses of study, no eXhaus-
tive examinations, no tedious memory
lessons and no inceSSant eternal and
intolerable smashing OF piano keys.
Aspirants for degrees can go to the
Harvard annex. Would-be grenadiers
are directed to Holyoke and Columbia,
and blue stockings are advised to enter
local high schools and universities for
intellectual force. Here coQuetry is
fostered, and no secret is made about it
cit +. Square shoulders are rounded
into De Milo grace; fiat sOles are raised
by judicious foot coverings; high fore
heads sheltered by kiss curls; harsh
voices lowered whole tone; angular
elbows turned in; stiff joints loosened
and every symptom OF strong m1nd
rigidly suppressed. The pupil is sweet
ened, softened and curved. She is care
fully instructed to know nothing and to
do nothing that will rob grace OF mar
smile.
And does she pay?
Doesn't she.
Drop Der in the village lane or quiet
promenade of her native city, and see if
she is not gobbled up by the most prom
ising young lawyer or most prominent
bachelor in the town.
This is a serious, angular old world.
Men are sick and tired of shreWdneSS,
logic. argument and brains. They want
to be amused, distracted, diverted.
Good sense is tedious after the market
closes, and the woman who talks profit
and loss, supply and demand, premium
and discount, In evening dress, in the
moonlight or at a dinner-partv is
nightmare in petticoats to be eluded at
the first turn in the lane. Change is
rest, and while we hate giggling, we
love gable. There is where the CO
quetry of woman wins.
| remember riding in an elevated
train behind grizzly man of fifty and
breezy, chatty girl enveloped in 1utter-
ing ribbons, dreamy lace and the scent
OF wild olives, who was pouring society
chat into her companions ear. When
lull came in her recital, do you think he
sighed restfuIly? Not bit of it. His
only remark was: "Tell me some
more"
Coquetry is to the wine Of life what
the sparkle is to champagne, and there
are women who can no more help being
coouetish than that delicious draught
can help bubbling.
A pretty lot of nonsense, too, brothers
preach against rice powder, curl papers,
lip rouge and sweet scent. 1t is a mat
ter of comment that these dear protect
ed sisters receive more than liberal
allowance of home, while the verieSt
Dolly Warden in the set has her fill of
the play, the dance and the tennis court.
No, dear, straight-laced, -frocked,
hair-brushed sisters, cCquetry is the
very best investment girl can make.
The coquette has seat in the crowded
car, and receives the civilitieS that make
her glad that she is woman.
The cOquette is helped over danger
Gus crossings; her packages are picked
up and brushed when she drops them.
The first place at bank window and
the first consideration in the shops are
hers. The coquette gets the loveliest
flowers, the most delicious candies, the
newest books and the latest prints in
idolatry of men, their hearts, their
worldly goods.
She need not make a showcase of her
self nor play the flower garden to be
captivating. A girl can be absolutely
irresistible in 15-cent cambria. limo
cence, youth, beauty, sentiment are as
ISOLATED with girl in white dress.
Plenty of men shrink from brOcade and
passementerie as fabrics beyond their
income, but the white cambria, the
white null, the white anything is raj
ment that blots out arithmetical calcula-
ton.
The coquette may be as wise as Maria
Mitchell. Susan B. Anthony or Abigail
Dodge, but she will never let man
find it out. She knows too well how
they hate things didactlc. And so she
smiles sweetly, talks gaily and lives to
please. Here's luck to the little CO.
quette. Long may she wave and never
Waver.