St. Paul daily globe., 1891-12-04
IT DRIzzLED ALL DAY
The Wet Weather Yesterday
Made Life Almost I'm
bearable.
Scenes on the Streets and
Episodes in the Lowry
ChariotS.
The Park Board VIII Expedite
Much Needed Improve
mentS.
Curriers' Elect officers in Prep
aration for the Great
Bonspiel.

OF course st. Paul's climate is ire
proachable and unapproachable. Most
of the year the sun shines from skies as
free from clouds as billiard ball is
from side whiskers. We revel in bright
ness and salubriousness ninety-nine
days out of the hundred. Yesterday
was the hundredth day.
People industriously padded around
in ice wafer 10 their ankles. with an
April rain in their faces. Here and
there was a nice little piece of ice lying
under temporary swimming basin.
and occasionally the foot of the unwary
touched it. Then with all anatomical
phantasmagoria of variOusly distributed
limbs the unwary sat down in way to
drive his spinal column two inches into
his brain. and said protane cuss words.
Sometimes an icy pool would lurk in
the recesSes of pavement, and the foot
that went into it came out wet and cold,
bearing the seeds of a pneumonia har-
vest.
Ali day long the sidewalks which, by
the way, are all diSgracefully narrow,
were covered by a procession of UNI
brellaS, bObbing along like so many
mushrooms in mourning. The woman
who holds her umbrella low slaughtered
her usual number OF victims. and as
she hurried past, raked the eyes out OF
somebody here or there, or at least
made YOU think she was going to do it,
which is just as bad. The man friend,
who so obligingly held your umbrella
over you as you walked down town, let
the drippingS trickle down your shOul
der, just as he always does. There was
f.,,k ln
an umbrella over one properly, and he
has gene West.
When you rode in the street cars the
woman next you wore macintosh that
shed riYuetS of ice water into your
pocket, and the man in the aisle let the
water drip down his umbrella and over
flow your overShOe. The car you wanted
was always at the end of the procession,
stopped to let you OH in the middle of
pond of slush, and let you off into a con-
glomerate sea of wetneSs. The worst
temper on the streets all day belonged
to woman who could see no reason
Seventh and Wabasha instead of
She gave the conductor what is
vulgarly known as fits, and
would have challenged Col. Lowry to
mortal combat had he been present
Nobody but the man with the brand
new macintosh rode on the grip, and
all people in their right minds remained
at home unless obliged to seek the
whirling vortex of commerce.
But the worst of it fell on the women
poor things. A man in the unaSSaila-
bic ugliness OF his own attire rails at the
woman whose gowns are not in
style, and then, with his trou-
serS rolled up, smiles with cOnde-
scending superiority upon her as she
wades around dragging the tail of her
gown after her. She holds it up with
one hand. One side drags and the front
SlOpS across her ankles till her feet are
soaked. She grdsps her skirts with the
other hand, despairingly, and the smile
of some odiOus passing man, who really
ought TO be minding his own business.
warns her of her lavish display of
hosiery. Then she just lets her petit
coats drag and mop up as much of the
SluSh as they feel able to. till
she is ready to cry with veX-
alton. Her umbrella is unman-
ageaDle, her bundles are slippery. her
hair comes out of curl and makes her
feel like fright, till from the bottom of
her heart she envieS the man who
marches along in his waterproof coat.
with no feathers TO spoil, no hair to
come uncurled, and no Wretched wet
skirts to flap about his heels. Woman,
bless her heart, is lovely thing on
sunny day, and an angel i'll scenes of
distress and agony, but when it rains
she iS-well, what she is, and how she
feels about it only she herself knows,
and all the tongues of the earth have
not words strong enough tOr her TO eX-
press it.