The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1890-08-14
GROUP OF TINTYPE GIRLS.

They come in late in the afternoon, all
talking at once.
1--WE want our tintypes taken"
'Yes, all together ?'
'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 a
mountain view for background, waltzos
wooden looking 'rOck' into the fore
ground, props up a rustic fence at one
| side, and throws down a shaggy rug
suggesting grass, before it. While he is
composing this medley from the mex
haustible beauties of nature the girls
discourse on the subject in hand.
"Belle, you sit on the rock and | 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 2''
"The outside" said Dora promptly.
81 wish we had parasol," says
Grace.
'Be quick as you can," interrupts the
photographer, realizing how precious is
every moment of the fast fading light.
Dora bestOws upon him look which
plainly says with intent to annihilate:'
1--WE pay you by the job, not by the
hour. Do not presume to hurry u.s."
At last they locate themselves accord
ing to the dictates of their own sweet
and wayward fancies.
"Ah, N.Y." exclaims Belle from the
rock, 'what an awfully uncomfortable
thing this is to sit on ~
PUT your hand on my shoulder,
Grace"
Finally all seems in readiness, when,
just as the photographer is about to re-
move the cap to expose the plate, May
suddenly exclaims from the floor:
Hold on minute, Grace, you ought
not to be standing; you are too tall.
Change places with me-
Then ensues general scrambling and
re-arranging, Belle improving the oppOr-
tunity to try for softer spot on the
mock.
"Am l looking at the right place ?''
May anxiously asks of the photographer,
as If the sun would certainly fail to do
its desired work if her head was not
turned at just the most becoming angle.
eyes, replied the much harassed per
snnage addressed, heroically choking
back unholy uttera noes. ''Sit perfectly
; still now."
He removes the cap and brief and
\ blessed silence ensues. When lie re-
| places the cap for a moment the chorus
| breaks out:
"0h, my goodness-dear mel never
why, was just"
"Keep Just as you are, +" says the pho
1 tographer, authOritatively, unexpectedly
| removing the cap again, and thus ettec-
/ lively shutting off the threatened deluge
| of remarks.
The poor light necessarily made the
exposure unusually long, and when at
4 last it is over volley of deep and re-
4 vengeful groans comes from the girls as
the photographer disappears with his
plate.
Then their tongues are looscd.
\ "My, feel all tied up in bOwknot.
Goodness, but I'm tired standing so
long"
II never knew anyone to be so long
taking tintype."
n "Oh, feel as if had just had tooth
\ pulled-so thankful it is over"
"Oh, see this picture of some girls in
boat. Why didn't he say he had a boat?''
81 don't think he is very agreeable
anyway. All he thinks OF is to get il
n over with "
"Oh, here he comes with the pictures. y
Now they gather around the man witt
the pictures, all talking excitedly.
"0h! OH Just look at me-"
"Just see the way my eyes look"
"My head is held too high, and | asked
yoy-"
ooh, see how my dress looks" etc.
till at last they relinquish the artistic
treasures long enough to have them pu
in envelopes.
Then they pay for them and go out
leaving the long suffering Photographic
free to relieve his overwrought nerves il
any form of speech he thinks will b
most soothing to his feelings and eN
pressive of his sentiments.-BoSto
| Globe.