The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-02-04
TIE CIDER WAS HEADY
.,rv AND WOMEN PLAY QUEER
- pRANKS AT THE BALL

PRANKS AT The BALL
90 startling Pictures Of the Car
.ancita Reception That Were Not
lien Through Champagne Glasses.
-.,.+ice Ford. who's a Good
nudge" Decides the cider" Was
aFizz"
E,ou, the NelU York World.
c,-r,sncita's ball when the World went
4. ,-s.s Sunday morning. was rolling along
,ks a well-greased wheel. AT o'clock the
tar,inipe contingent, which Fifth avenue
80 1osned to grace the occasion, had dis
snnssred and the waxy, shining boards Of
.5s Madison Square garden floor were
-, over completely to their bachelor
s-,.bars cousins aud-well, the fair crea-
.rras who kept up the hornpipe after that
,.1,ss sua' hour" won't be found in the
Blue Book.
Racbelor brothers and cousins-yes, they
,raTe all there in full force, aud they were
talking of the dance all day yesterday. And
tbe sn0uses of the Fifth avenue cont1ngents
nouhtless they all escorted their wives home
- virtuous husband and paJerfamilias
should do. and slept out the night under the
roof.tree until breakfast yesterday. OF
conrse the only account they CLEANED about
tbe affair after o'clock was by hearsay-
bnt 10 return to Carmencita's ball after she
had left it and it was given over to the
bachelor brothers and cousins.
THAT Sparkling CIDER didn't begin to
,,ska its presence felt till the big hands had
cone about the dial at least three times.
Then the fun began, fast and furious. 1t
galloped along between O'Clock and
O'clock a. m. at pace that jockey would
have given his life almost to rival. 1t was
a sweepstakes in a race for jollity and there
was little handicapping. Every man
started out from the post with a pocket
hook and a girl. There was plenty of
I'sparkling cider" in the lockers and 80 it
was only a question of the pocketbook. And
VET after all, did he who had the latest
wallet have the most sports Perhaps the
wideawake newspaper man who had to
keep his brain clear and his eyes bright
saw as much Of the humorous pathetic. re-
voting or enjoyable that was going on as
any one.
4 World man saw a woman away up In
one of the galleries hold dead babe In her
arms, which had breathed its last breath
while the mother, unconscious OF the trag-
edy that was being enacted against her
breast, was watching the comedy that was
being enacted fifty feet below her. You'll
see all about that elsewhere in this news
paper He saw a pretty young girl, who
had never seen more than one season
pass by her eyes in this city lying
hopelesSly drunken, oblivious in an ante
room. He saw there also painted faces. fat
necks, half-shut eyes, showing from private
boxes They were the histories
of what the fair haired, fair
complexion girl lying helpless
in the ante>room was the prophecy. AS
they glanced down from under their heavy
hidden eyes, how it must have recalled to
them the old time carnlvals, of which this
dance, bold and hilarious, as it was, was
but a Renaissance. Did they stop to think ?
He saw, too, a gray haired, gray mustached
citizen, whom everybody knows about the
stock exchange, seated in a dimly lighted
box, which the curtains protected with
a friendly shadow, between two women
from a side street, as well known as
his own name, with an arm about the neck
of one girl and another about the neck of q
bottle Of that Sparkling cider" There
hours before he had sat erect, blase, emil
nentlY proper, in the same box with a
naughty, brown-Aaired, fur-enwrapped
woman beside him. She had, after
a few moments, thrown her furs
aside, for the heat was intense.
Half disdainfully, with the slightest suspi.
cioa Of an amused smile wreathing her lips,
she bad watched Carmencita's entry with
her Spanish camp followers; watched Car.
mencita sway and bend in the dance she
went through on the dais in the center OF
the garden; watched the proem to the
was his wife, and about midnight
she had gone away. Did she wish him tc
go away with her? Didn't she care
The young girl. whose brilliant cheeks
ana well-flled figure proclaimed her the
country girl. lay in the anue-room oblivious
OF the noise around her. They carried heI
away finally. Darwin once pronounced
something to the world about the survival
of the fittest. Perhaps twenty years from
now she may be sitting, rogued, bewigged
with heart Of flint, watching through q
Iong-handled tortoise shell lorgnette her OF
the twlnkling feet who may be the favorite
OF the hour then. Perhaps, however. she
may be sleeping in Potter's field.
Turning away from the boxes and the
anterooms, the reporter saw the scenes en-.
acted that made Carmencita's ball the thing
most talked of yesterday. The French bal
was an abandoned riot tn posse. Carmen
cita's was, after o'clock, bacchanaliar
festival an eSse. Young girls were there
one OF whose legs was uplifted in the all
precisely at an angle of forty-five degree:
from the one on the floor, on which thew
poised themselves, and all around then
gathered intimate circles of men, from
beardless youths to bearded brokers. who
clapped. applauded, egged them on to still
higher attainment Wine flowed, the
music breathed soft, seductive strains
hands clapped, men cheered, and the bal
went on.
In the cloak rooms, in the corridor, in the
vault underground, where the corks from
the bottled ''cider" were popping like snap
ping crackers on a Fourth of July, the
crush was indescr1bable. The police worked
manfully and conscientiously, but it would
nave required the labors of a Trojan
phalanx to create order out of all that chaos
Capt. Reilly himself had to plough his way
through the throng that was shut outside
.ne gate of the fdneur's paradise, and fareC
little better himself than the humblest clerk
IN the mob. The police, too, did their ut-
most to regulate the sale Of ''fizz," and they
shat 1t down promptly at o'clock. Blu
what did Carmeacita's votaries care? There
was plenty of "weis beer" and ''sparklins
cider" to be had. Beer and cider you can
OF course, drink with impunity out o.
tumolers and the votaries did SO with gusto
Strange, isn't it, that it upset heads SO vic