The Globe-republican., 1890-02-05
Mr.. M'ALLiSTER.S BALL
Ane jug Ridge Correspondent Takes
Hand at Describing 1t.

Mr.. MALLISTERS BALL
Tho jug Ridge Correspondent Takes .
Hand at Describing 1t.
Your jug Ridge correspondent was
very much flattered to receive a request
from the editor to repair to Mr.. Ward
McAllister's ball at the Metropolitan
Opera House, New York, and report
same for your paper.
We had barely time to show ourselves,
put on our best suits and catch the three
p. m. train on the branch road Thanks
clr. Editor. for your thoughtfulness in
Aaving rig at the depot to carry US to
the ball. without which We would have
experienced much difficulty in finding
our way thither. New York is certainly
growing and prosperous city, and the
end is not yet.
Ere we say any thing we wish to re-
mark that the ball was a pronounced
success. 1t was one of the most recherche
affairs your correspondent has ever seen,
and reflects great credit upon the man
agement. There was absolutely no
quarreling or fighting and but very few
harsh words. We understand that to
Messrs. Ward McAllister, Cornelius
Vanderbilt, J. Pierpont Morgan and
Byram H. Stevens belong much of the
credit for the excellent order that pre-
vailed. In view of this we are author
lied to state that these gentlemen can
get job at the next dance on the
Ridge.
The ball was largely attended. which
fully attests the popularity of the gen.
tleman who got it up. All, there, Ward,
We congratulate you. None of the crowd
from Stover's Mill was present, and this
accounts in measure for the harmony
Of the occasion. In putting up the bars
against the Stover's Mill cattle Messrs.
Ward, Vanderbilt, Astor ct al. showed
their rare good sense.
And just here we wish to say word.
The fact that representative of
Ridge society was present on this gala
occasion while Stover's Mill was COM
pletely shut out, at once settles the
question of social supremacy which the
Stover's Mill hoodlums have had the
gall to dispute with us. How did you
like your medicine, you yellow-hammers?
But we digress.
To our readers We will say that your
correspondent has attended many balls
and parties, but the gayest event the
Ridge has ever seen, not excepting
Widow Wideacre's barn-raising, as COM
pared to this, must pale it's Intellectual
fires. This is strong language, which
We have thought out with considera-
BILE care. but the facts fully warrant it.
Your correspondent was much reliev-
ed to learn that we would not be expect
ed to describe the costumes of the ladies,
a lady reporter being present for that
purpose. This was rare foresight on your
part, Mr.. Editor. as it would have been
quite indelicate for one of our sex to
have essayed the task.
We understand the diamonds worn by
the ladies were real. Quite number of
rail road magnates were present, among
them Mr.. Chauncy NJ. Depew. Mr.. De-
pew was pointed out to us, and we took
occasion to thank him in person for a
pass over the Ridge Branch of the Gen.
trail, than which there is no better man.
aged road in this country. Mr.. Depew
won deserved fame asca bon vivant,
philosopher, poet, an orator and an
after-dinner speaker. Long life to
Chauncy Depew! say we.
We may mention en- pdsscnt that
an uncle of your correspondent. in an
unlucky moment, had COW killed on
the Central, and as soon as the intelli-
gence was conveyed to Mr.. Depew he
not only paid for the animal, but allow
ed S2.75 extra because she was just COM
ing in fresh. There are few winter men
than Mr.. Depew, and it gives us pleasure
to weave this chaplet for his brow.
Many were the scintillations of wit
and repartee heard on every hand.
There was so much beauty and talent
present that it would be invidiOus to
particularize. To sum up in word, it
was the gayest terpsichorean event of
the season. and will be long remembered
by those participating. 1t was no catch
as-catch-can affair, but you had to have
your invite before getting in, and after
you were in you had to behave yourself.
After tripping the light fantastic
toe" till 1.-The wee sma' hours ayant the
twal," the company dispersed. seeming
ly in the best of spirits.-N. Y. World.
1T WAS TOO LATE,