Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-02-07
SEVERAL TlNTYPs GIRLS.



They came In late in the afternoon,
oil talking at once, says the Boston
Herald.
We want our tiutypes taken"
"Ycs, all together"
"In group
ANY particular style you'd lkep"
"Oh, we want something picturesque.
Yes we want il artistic, an outdoor
scene; you know"
The photographer quickly wheels ND
mountain view for background.
waltzes up a mountaineering '.rockn
Into the foreground props up a rustic
fence at one side and throws down a
shaggy. grass-suggcsting mat before it.
While he is composing this medley
from The inexhaustible beauties of
nature the girls discourse on the SUBJ
feet 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 n book to be
looking at. Ab, here's an album; that
will do. Dora, which side Of nv face
would be the best 10 have takenp"
''Thc oatside y said Dora, promptly.
II wish we had "A pSrasol," says
Grace.
BE quick as you can" Interrupts
the photographer. realizing how
precious is every moment OF the fast
fading light. Dora Sestows upon him
a look which plainly says with intent
to annihilate."
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 and wayward fancies.
"Ah, N.Y." exclaimed Bell from the
rock, "what an awfully uucomforta-
bic 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
remove the cap to expose the plate,
Nav suddenly exclaims from the door:
Hold on aminute, Grace, you ought
not to be standing. you are too tall.
Change places with me-"
Then ensues general scrambling
and rearranging Bell improving the
opportunity to try for a softer spot on
the rock
"Am looking mt the right place?r
MAY anxiOusly asks of the photograph
er, as il the sun would certainly fail to
do its desired work II her head was not
turned ut just the most becoming
angle.
Yes replies the much harassed
parsonage addressed, heroically chok-
ing back unholy utterauces. ''Sit per-
fectly still now.n
He removes the cap and brief and
blessed silence ensues. When he re-
places the cap for moment the chorus
breaks out:
'Oh. my goodness--dear mel
never-why, / was just
Keep just rs you are" says the
photographer. authoritively, unexpect-
edly removing the cap again, and thus
effectively shutting off the threatening
Geluge of remarks.
The poor light necessarily made the
exposure unusually long, and when at
last it is over yolley OF deep and re-
yengeful groans comes from the girls
as the photographer disappears with
his plate.
Then their tongues are loosed.
"Myl | feel all tied mp in bow.
knot"
Goodness, but I'm tired standing so
long"
Il never knew any one TO be so long
taking a tintype."
''Oh. feel as IL Just had a tooth
pulled-so thankful it is over"
''Oh, see this picture Of some girls in
boat Why didn't he say he had a
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over with"
"Oh. here he comes with the
pictures"
Now they gather around the man
with the pictures, all talking excitedly.
'Oh. oh. just look mt me.
Just see the way my eyes look"
My head is held too high, and
asked YOU"
oh see how my dress looks" etc.
etc. till 1T last they relinquish the
artistic treasures long enough 10 have
them put in an envelope.
Then they pay for them and go out.
leaving the long-suifering photograph
er free to relieve his overwrought
nerves in any form of speech he thinks
will he most soothing to his feelings
aud expressive of his sentiments.