The record-union., 1891-11-27
SOCIETY BUTTERFLIES.
The Kind That Flourish on the Soil of
Oregon.
A Portland Clergyman Who Went
Shooting on Sunday, and Tres
passed on Private Grounds.

The thigh tea" fad has struck our city.
All the four hundred seem to be seized
with the same idea and at the same time.
Perhaps some idea of the Oregon society
girl, as she is found, would be of interest
70 your fair readers. The young lady
who sat next to me I discovered to be a
man-hater. She doesn't see why the
lords of creation were created, any way.
She is interested in missionary work,
and visits the hospitals, children's home,
ETC., leaving all sorts of impossible gar
ments in her train. Some day, perhaps,
she may so far conquer her dislike TO the
sterner sex as to marry some long haired
missionary.
Next to her sat the delicate young lady
who, according to her own statement. does
nothing from morning till night but read
novels and eat candy. She is wonder
fully gifted in music, but is too indolent
TO use her great gift. Then there was the
young woman who could play, and who
inflicted her music upon you, too. She
IS graduate of certain conservatory OF
music In an Eastern city which is noted
for its brown bread, baked beans. and
pugiIists who would be actors. While
she played one actually trembled for her
safety. At one time il looked as
though she and the piano would be scat
tered over the room in an indiscriminate
mass. Fortunately for our peace of mind
she sailed through the grand finale in
triumph.
Another young lady was stage-struck
She longed to be a Cleopatra or Lady
Macbeth. At intervals, and where ii
could be done with effect, she gave little
half-smothered screams, which, to say
the least, were rather wearing on the
nervous system.
There were many more there each with
her own individual characteristics; but il
would take too long to tell about them.
The same girls are TO be found all over.
Society is much alike everywhere. with.
perhaps, a few exceptions.
The Grand Army of the Republic has
gust closed an Authors Carnival. given
Tor sweet charity's sake. 1t was quite q
success IN every way, IN spite of the in
clemency of the weather. Some two hum
dred ladies and gentlemen participated.
and in the grand march they made quite
an attractive showing in their bright and
gorgeous costumes. Booths were erected
about the hall, each devoted to some
special author. The prettiest and most
admired booth was the Shak espearean.
There was the Voluptuous Cleopatra
and her devoted Antony, an ideal Joan
of Are, the fairy-like Titania, poor un-
happy Ophelia. of course Romeo and his
juliet, the indispensable nurse, RoSalind
and Celia, and, last of ALL King Richard
III, sitting in gloomy style on his throne,
with the hump. the limp and the fero-
cious scowl all there. All the other booths
Were well represented, the Dickens being
especially funny.
A certain minister of the gospel was
lately arrested for poaching. He was
shooting ducks on Sunday, and it turned
out he was on forbidden ground. 1t
might be said in his favor, however, that
he was not aware Of this latter fact He
was brought back to town and released
on depositing bail. 1t does not look well
for minister, who is supposed to set an
example for his followers, to 90 cunning
on Sunday. There are six other DAYS for
such sport, and if his appetite Graves the
toothsome bird, let him seek it on some
other day.
The restaurant fiend is again to the
front, displaying in his window the
tempting winter straw wberry. These ber-
TIes, be it here said, are a delusion and q
snare; they are pretty, very pretty to
look upon, but the taste is another thing
entirely. They are rs sour as gooseberries,
and no amount OF sugar can sweeyen
them.
Oregon takes the lead in bear-skins.
There is a certain drugstore down town
that exhibits i'll its window an enor-
NOUS bear-skin. 1t was worn by a
grizzly that formerly lived in Alaska,
and is said to have weighed 1900 pounds.
The skin is nine and half feet in length.
and eight and half feet across 1t is the
largest bear-skin ever seen here. No one
viii believe it until they view it with
their own eyes.
There is no dearth of amusements up
our way. With Keene, the great trage-
dian, at the Marquam, Pink Dominoes. ,,
very pretty comedy, at the Musee, the
two carnivals and the tug-of- war-all
combine to amuse and drive dull care
away. BESELENA.
Portland. Or, November 20, 1891.