The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-08-10
CARRIE CARELESS GOSSIP.
Tells Some More Tales out of School.
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New York. Aug 9.-During this season
of the year New York presents most IN
usual appearance.
The people who read about our city should
never visit 1t in midsummer, or they will
vote "Ye chronicles of ye time" greater
romancers even than they are.
The gay turnouts that flash up Fifth
avenue and round the park are either in
the country or put away for the summer.
So when one rides up the great thorough
fare Of much brown stone and little brown
study, one sees only boarded windows and
doors and forbidding iron gates. The girl
who used to promenade Broadway on sunny
| afternoons is gone too. | mean the girl
with the latest Paris gown, suede gants
laced parasol and all that In her stead is
a nut-brown maid i'll a print gown and a
straw hat, who goes fitting from store to
store, and who gasps hurriedly as she
passes another of her Kind, Isn't 1t horrid I
l shall be SO glad to get back"
On the steps of the club houses are not one
of the well-dressed fellows, with immacu-
late suits and high hats, who belong there,
but lot Of fellows with unshorn chins-
the Vandyke's the thing this summer, you
know-and sun-burned faces.
They lounge about in a flannel shirt and
| trousers, Il sash, aud russell shoes, with a
| shapeless flannel thing on their heads, and
an air OF most provoking unconcern.
heard one of them say to another: LOOK
| here now, you ought to be shot for trying
to talk business to fellow this weather"
l saw girl on Twenty third street the
other day whom | didn't know, though it
seemed as If l ought to, and asked who
she was. why, that is Miss Paul of
Philadelphia.
"Any relation to Mrs. w. w. Astorp'
| Eyes, cousin, think. Isn't she pretty
| but what an odd gown"
| It was "odd" sure enough, but she looked
| like picture in 1t. She was blonde-a
real one-and her fine white skin was Just
| u bit creamy from the sun, not
Drowned nor burned. She wore blue
cotton gown, made plain, with very
short waist and very high sleeves.
There was a puff at thel shoulder, then a
| band, then another puff that came to the
elbow and met long chamois skin gloves
Her hat was a big shirred affair, made out
| of piece OF her gown and tel under her
| chin. while her yellow hair crept out all
around it. She wore little pointed patent
leather shoes, and on her arm was an old
| fashioned blue cotton bag. Some one with
q snap-camera ought t. have been there to
have caught an ideal picture of the summer
girl.
Down at Newport the other day, while
| strolling under the rocks, | became inter-
ested in a young couple who seemed to be
studying geology, SO steadfastly did they
regard jutting ledge above them. So in
tent were they upon their researches that
they neither saw nor heard me. Suddenly
the girl SAID:
81 can do it, Jack, if you'll just boost me
up on your shoulder"
''All right" said Jack, and without more
ado he lifted her lightly and easily and set
her on his shoulder so that her feet hung
down behind him. Then with the hook OF
her parasol, she pulled a root toward her,
got a good hold Of it, gave a little scramble,
and up she went. This was girl from the
Quaker city too. A girl whose hair still
floats down her back, tied with a ribbon.
The Jack could not have been Jack
Aston!
This is the season too, when, of Satur-
day night the tired man of business runs
down to the sea, to rest and cool off
Mother and the girls" have been there
ever since the warm weather began, but
somebody must pay the bills, you know, and
it's the most natural thing in the world that
papa should be the one to stay home and
earn the money to do it. All the week
long the dear girls have been planning
who should get hold of the old man
first. The one who does hugs him most ef-
fusively, tells him how sorry she is that he
has to work SO hard in that "toiling Office"
then she pats his bald head, and then-she
whispers in his ear. But the answer isn't a
whisper-it's a roar Thunder and light
ning Another new dress Why haven't
got your last ones paid for yet" "Well,
but-papa-" But it's no use-he won't,
and tnen she pouts, and by the time he has
gone through like scene with five Of them,
the poor old man is in such state that he
is ready to swim back TO the city to get the
rest he Is searching for.
This Is the season, too, when the lady
from England runs over to America to give
us q few lessons in speech and manners;
not in dress, for she borrows a lot of ideas
about that TO take back with her. But she
teaches us how to be calm and composed
and indifferent to everything around US;
how to awe hunkey into silence and sub
mission by merely looking at him; how TO
give just the proper breadth to the a and
when we have carefully surveyed the real
article, we realize. more than ever, what
wonderful imitators the American women
are.
People don't go to Long Branch any
more-at least they don't say they are
ing the fact that there are lots of pretty girls
at Long Branch this summer. girls with
big, soft, velvet eyes, clear olive skins,
full red lips, and beautifully rounded
shapes. They dress well, too; little
loud perhaps, but then the effect is good.
Their manners, In the eyes OF the English
danes, might not be exactly the thing, you
know. But the fash of the white teeth and
the CLEAN Of the glorious eyes make you
forgive that And, as she comes riding
down the avenue, sitting erect and we'll
poised, you say % yourself that she might
be tho daughter Of a king, 80 royal Is her
appearance.