The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-09-04

week there may he q scarcity OF men,
but Saturday brings them to the sea
shore in grea: and overwhelming num-
bers. And not until the following Tues.
day or Wednesday does the place know
them no more. Then they are gone for
two OF three days. 10 reappear again.
fresh aud debouaire rs ever, 10 delight
the hearts of the maidens who await
them by the sad sea waves.
On the beach-it was at Long Branch
this time, and the day is no longer ago
than last Friday, says tho Chicago
Times, several sweet, fair young Great.
ures were seated about talking OF all
the little contrivances which they had
managed to discover for making their
toilet complete AID keeping 1t SO
throughout the ravages Of summer wear
and tear.
81 haven't a maid with me this sum-
mer," said one sweet young girl with
cheeks like peach and eyes like the
blue forget me-nots, and whose hair
crowned her head with golden radi-
auce like halo, land having no maid.
am obliged to do my own mending.
Actually. girls. l have to do my own
nending."
Just fancy" exclaimed all the other
sweet young girls present. poor dear
Sibyl, how can you ever Go anything so
trying and so tiresomeT
But listen, girls" said Sibyl, 'and !
will tell you how i manage. 80 that 1t
isn't so very, very dreadful after all.
Although you must never tell. Now
promise me girls, before tell you. that
you will keep it all a dead secret and
never breathe word Of 1t to any living
soul"
I'VE promise" exclaimed all the girls
in chorus.
We'll. girls. since you promise never
to tell will let you into the secret. 1t
is court.plaster."
Court plasterr' cried the astonished
girls. why, what do you meanf'
Il mean that mend them with court
plaster, and it does the work beautifully
and nobody is any the wiser. Yester-
day to-e a hole in my parasol, my
white silk parasol. you know. 1t was a
dreadful hole and would have taken me
at least an hour to mend II. Now what
do you think l didH l took . square
inch of lovely white shiny court plaster
and pasted it on underneath, and you
could never see the place where 1t was
torn. This morning l mended my pink
silk blazer with a piece of pink plaster,
and my navy blue tennis suit Is patched
In two places with black court. plaster
underneath. And now, gitls. are you
sure there is nobody lookiugr
of came the tiny black slipper. up
came little stockiuged foot. and on the
sole of it was-what do you thinkf-a
postage stamp.
There was hole there" whispered
the culprii, guiltily, aud / didn't even
take the trouble TO cut piece Of court.
plaster; just stuck on postage stamp.
And see how beautifully 1t holds"
Taking lung bath is one of the fan.
cies of the summer girl. 1t il too
warm now to go for a brisk walk, but il
is delightful to sit out In the sun with
an umbrella over ones head and an iu-
teresting magazine In ones lap. To
thoroughly enjoy these lung baths q
woman must be dressed from head to
foot all in flannel. Flannel undergsr.
meuts and flannel dress. She feels
then that she can perspire without do
ing damage to anything she Is wearing.
and that little rinse in the tub and q
shake-out will make her costume as
good as new for another lung bath the
next day. After she has sizzled and
fried for an hour in the hot sun she gets
up. shakes herself out, and walks home,
not looking great deal the worse for
her Turkish bath.
Flannel is flannel, wet or dry" to
quote from The immortal Mrs. Aleshine.
and the summer girl realizes this as she
saunters along. cool and comfortable,
though she has been baking for the last
hour. After the walk home, a vigorous
rundown, and q set of clean clothes, the
summer girl may go down to dinner
feeling that she has heightened her days,
added ten years to her youth. and made
herself just as pretty as sweet. smiling
nature would hermit.