Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1890-12-25
TINTYPE GIRLS.
The heart OF the Photographs Grows Sa
When He Sees Them

They come in late in the afternoon,
all talking at once.
"We want our tintypes taken"
"Yes, altogether?'
@In group"
ANY particular style you'd like?'
@Oh, We want something picturesque.
Yes, we want it artistic-an outdoors
scene, you know"
The photographer quickly wheels up
q mountain view for background,
waltzes wooden looking rock" into
the foreground, props up rustic fence
at one side, and throws down q shaggy
grass suggesting mat before it. While
he is composing this medley from
the inexhaustible beauties Of ma
ture the girls discourse on the subject
in hand.
Belle, you sit on the rock and I 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.
Il wish We had a parasol," says
Grace.
BE quick as you can," interrupts
the photographer, realizing how prec-
cious is every moment of the fast fading
light. Dora bestows upon him a look
which plainly says with intent to ami
hiiate."
I'VE pay you by the job. not by the
hour. Do not presume to hurry u.s."
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 that is to sit on!'
Put your hand on my shoulder,
Grace"
Finally all seems in readiness, when,
just as the photographer is about to
remove the cap to expose the plate.
May suddenly exclaims from the floor
Hold on a minute! Grace, you
ought not to be standing; you are too
small. Change places with me-"
Then ensues general scrambling
and rearranging, Belle improving the
opportunity to try for softer spot on
the rock.
Am looking at the right placer
May anxiously asks of the photogra-
pher, as if the sun would certainly fail
to do its desired work if her head was
cot turned at just the most becoming
angle.
YES" replies the much harassed
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, 1 was just"
Keep just as you are," says the pho
tographer, authoritatively, unexpect-
eddy 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 disappers with his
plate.
Then their tongues were loosened.
my, 1 feel all tied up in a bowknot.
Goodness, but I'm tired standing SC
long"
Il never knew anybody to be so lqpe
taking tintype."
"Oh, I feel as if I 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 q
boat?"
Il don't think he is very agreeable,
anyway. All he sinks is to get it over
with"
"Oh, here he comes with the pic
lures"
Now they gather around the man
with the pictures, all talking excit.
eddy.
"Ohl Oh! Just look at me-"
Gust see the way my eyes look"
"My head is held too high, and I
asked you"
~Oh. see how my dress looks" etc,
till at last they relinquish the artistic
treasures long enough to have them
put in envelopes.
Then they pay for them and go out,
leaving the long suffering photogra-
pher free to relieve his overweight
nerves in any form of speech he thinks
will be most soothing to his feelings
and expressive of his sentiments BOs-
ton Globe.