Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1890-11-14
WHISTLING GIRLS.
The Latest Fad Among American
Ladies.

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cisco Examiner. The ancient proverbs
anent the depravity of Il whistling girl
have gone by the board. The girl who
cannot whistle, and whistle we'll, in
the language of the cheerful comedian,
"isn't in it," in fact, she is very far
out of livery far, indeed. Whistling
is the craze of the hour. The urchin
who was wont to hurl his defiance at
a cold world by means of shrill wllis-
tie, has no longer monopoly of this
dear privilege.
When tho young woman with more
brains than gold, and more good looks
than jewels, wants money in these
days, she whistles for it. She usually
gets it, too. Though men have been
whistling for 10, these many years,
they have never made cent out Of it,
The most delicious of all utilitarians,
the American girl, has found out that
there is money in it.
Mrs. Shaw is doubtless the best
known professional whistler in the
world. Mrs. Shaw is beautiful wo-
man and wise and practical. She has
gift of warbling, exactly like the most
joyous robin that ever trilled, and looks
like a grown-up seraphim while she's
doing it. She is at present drowning
dull care for the court OF ST. Petersburg
with her delightful gift.
Miss Ella Chamberlain OF Cambridge,
Mass, can whistle too. She is young
and debonaire, Us we'll as modest and
graceful. She, too, has achieved money
as we'll as reputation with her silver
notes
Whistling as profession is extreme
ly lucrative.
The Misses McManis OF indianapolis
have proved this to their satisfaction.
They travel together, and, to use their
own language, they "manage them
selves"
There is a roguish dimple in her left
cheek that makes Miss McManis posi-
lively distracting when she purses up
her mouth and begins to whistle. "I'd
go every evening"" remarked an en-
thusiastic youth, if l were stone deaf,
just to watch that dimple of hers when
she whistles Robin Adair."
Miss McManis can whistle by inhal-
ing as we'll as by exhaling her breath.
This is a very unusual accomplish
ment, and she gains two things by it
she does not get tired so easily and she
can produce absolutely uninterrupted
melody.
Mrs. Elizabeth Seymour Hodgson is
another woman who has witched the
world with this species Of feminine sor-
Gerry. She is sister of Mrs. Mary E.
Seymour, editor of the W'oman's Jour
nal, and a most successful business wo-
man. When Mrs. HodgsOn was Miss
Seymour she was first contralto in sew
eral OF the leading New York churches.
She heard Mrs. Shaw whistle one eve
ming, and began to practice, "just for
fun" To the joy of her friends and
her own amusement, she found that
she could whistle as well as she could
sing, and that is saying a good deal.
A new aspirant for whistling honors
is Miss Eugenia Richter, a young
American girl who was educated in
France and Germany. She lives at
Woodside, N. J. Miss Richter is viva
cious aud sparkling. She is fascinating
in manner and extremely energetic.
Miss Hetta Hamilton, daughter of
Col. A. N. Hamilton of Seattle, WASH,
is the leading lady whistler of the Pa
cific coast, and is rapidly taking front
rank among American warblers. She
is self-possessed and whistles without
a perceptible effort. She has whistled
in public frequently and is always in
demand.
Miss Mary Horton is step-daughter
OF Mrs. Shaw, and she has evidently
taken q leaf out of her brilliant rela-
tive's book, for she, too, can trill and
soar like the jolliest little bobolink that
ever held high revel on a sunhower
stalk.
Little Mabel Stevenson, a juvenile
whistler, has the coveted honor so
struggled after by young women in the
dramatic world. She is indorsed by
the prince of Wales, and not only the
prince, but the princess herself was
charmed with her.
The whistling girl stands up in the
demurest OF gowns; she lowers her LASH
es in the most prettily diffident fashion ;
she screws her mouth into little round
red o, and she bursts into flood of
joyous melody that rivals nightingale.
There is nothing shrill about the girl
whistler's notes. They are as clear and
soft as the sweetest flute that ever was
blown, and they bring up happy Wis
ion of green fields and pink apple or
chards. They recall the delicious days
when you played truant and spent the
whole afternoon lying under a blossom
ing wild cherry tree and listened to the
robins.
The whistling girl is glorious sue
cess. Long may she live to refute the
ominous prophecy of her enemies tha'
she is "bound to come to some BAT
end"
THE sensational shooting OF Farme
Click by James Blanton, on the street.
of Colfax, December 1S last, will be re
membered by may readers. A some
what interesting denouement to thi
tragedy, says the Colfax Commoner, i
8 the marriage of NJ. NJ. Click, brothe
of the deceased, to Matte Click, hi
widow, which was contracted las
week.