Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-02
TIE TINTYPE eIREs.
They Have Lots of Fun. But They worry
 the Poor Photographer.

They Have Lots of Fun. But They Worry
 the Poor Photographer.
 They come in late in the afternoon, sll talking at once.
 We want our tintypes taken"
 '1es, all together"
 'Tn group" "Any particular style you'd ike?"
 "oh, we want something picturesque. Yes, we want it artistic, an outdoor scene, you know" The photographer quickly wheels up a mountain view for background, waltzes wooden-lookipg rock" into the fore ground, props up a rustic fence at one side, and throws down shaggy grass suggesting mat before it. While he is composing this medley from the inex- haustlble 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. An, 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.
 'I 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 a look which plainly says with intent to annihi- late:"
 ''We 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 and wayward 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 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 to tall. Change places with me"
 Then ensues general scrambling and rearranging. Belle improving the op- portunity to try for softer spot on the rock.
 Am looking at the right place?'' May anXiously asks of the photograph 1 CT, as if the sun would certainly fail to do it's desired work if her head was not turned at just the most becoming angle.
 ''Yes," replies the much-harrassed parsonage addressed, heroically chok. ing back unholy utterances. ''Sit per fectly still now" He removes the cap, and a brief and | blessed silence ensues. When he re- places the cap for moment the chorus breaks out:
 ''Oh, my goodness-dear mel never 1 why, 1 was just.''
 Keep just as you are," says the pho tographer, authoritatively, unexpeet edly removing the cap again, and thus effectively shutting off the threatened deluge of remarks.
 The poor light necessarily made the exposure unusually long, and when a last it is over Q volley of deep and re vengeful groans comes from the girls al the photographer disappears with hi plate.
 Then their tongues are loosed,
 My, feel all tied up in bowknot.
 ''Gooduess, but I'm tired standing s long,.
 II never knew any one to be so lon| taking a tintype.'
 ''Oh, feel as if had just had tootl pulled-so thankful it is over."
 ''Oh, see this picture of some girls il boat. Why didn't he say he had boat?"
 II don't think he is very agreeable anyway. All he thinks of is to get over with" "Oh, here he comes with the pic ures."
 Now they gather around the man wit 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 aske you"
 ''Oh, see how my dress looks," etc etc., till at last they relinquish th artistic treasure long enough to hay them put in envelopes. : Then they pay for them and go op leaving the ong-suffering photographic free to relieve his overwrought nerve in any form of speech he thinks will l most soothing to his feelings and e, pressive of his sentiments.-Ro Globe.