Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1890-08-07
GROUP OF TINTYPE oIRLS.
They Have Lots of Fun. but They Worry
tho Poor Photographer.

xhey Have Lots OF Fun, but They Worry
tho Poor Photographer.
They come in late in the afternoon,
all talking at once.
"We want our tintypes taken"
Eyes, all together"
"In group"
"Any particular style you'd like?"
AOh, we want something picturesque.
Yes, we want 1t 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 shaggy
grass-suggesting mat before 1t. While
he is composing this medley from the
inexhaustible beauties OF nature the
girls discourse on the subjectin 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?"
"The outside" said Dora promptly.
Il wish We had a 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. p"
I'VE pay you by the job, not by the
hour. Do not presume to hurry US.
At last they locate themselves ac-
cording to the dictates Of their own
sweet fancies.
"Ah, my!" exclaims Belle from the
rock, what an awfully uncomfortable
thing this is to sit on"
PUT your hand on my shoulder,
Grace"
Finally all seem In readiness, when
just as the photographer is about to
remove the cap, May suddenly exclaims
from the floor:
Hold on a 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
opportunity to try for softer spot on
the rock.
"Am looking at the right place."
May anxiously asks of the photogra-
pher, as If the sun would fail to do its
desired work if her head was not turned
at just the most becoming angle.
YES" replied the much-harassed
parsonage addressed, heroically ohok-
ing back unholy utte-ances. "Sit per-
feotly still now"
He removes the cap, and brief and
utla hn
places the cap for moment the chorus
breaks out:
"Oh, my goodness-de mel never
why was just"
Keep just as you are," says the pho
tographer, authoritatively, unexpect-
edly removing the cap again, and thus
effectually shutting off the threatened
deluge of remarks.
The poor light necessarily made the
exposure unusually long, and when at
last 1t is over volley of deep and re-
vengeful groans comes from the girls as
the photographer disappears with his
plate.
Then their tongues are loosed.
my, I feel all tied up in bow
knot"
Goodness, but I'm tired standing so
long"
Il never knew any one to be so long
taking tintype."
"Oh. feel as if I had Just had q
tooth pulled-so thankful it is over"
"Oh, see this picture of some girls in
a boat. Why didn't he say he had a
boatP"
Il don't think he is very agreeable
anyway. All he thinks of is to get it
over with"
"oh, herc-.e comes with the pic
lures"
Now they gather round the man with
the pictures, all talking excitedly.
"Oh, oh, just look at me-"
Just see the way my eyes look"
"My head is held too high, and I
asked you"
"Oh, see how my dress looks" etc.,
ETC., till at last they relinquish the ar
tistio treasures long enough to have
them put in envelopes.
Then they pay for them and go out,
leaving the long-sufering photographer
free to relieve his overweight nerves
in any form of speech he thinks will be
most soothing to his feelings and ex-
pressive of his sentiments.