The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-02-15

longer appear at teas in elaborate ball gowns,
but instead high-necked and long-sleeved cash
mere frocks of soft gray, pale bjue or deep scar
let are counted smartest. The result will I'M
doubtedly be boom in the matrimonial market,
for the average young man will begin to think
that he can, by making great effort, dress
woman, whereas before, when nothing was seen
but tulle and chiffon, he doubted whether he
would be able to robe an angel. In some other
ways, too, simplicity is coming up: you ask for
cup of tea, and with it you get bit of hot cake
not cut, but broken by the pretty fingers of the
hostess herself, and she is happiest when she
can tell you that she has made it herself. This
cake is usually very plain one, with currants
and citron in it, that abominable stuff known
as angel cake having been relegated to the man
sions from which it came long ago.
BRIEF ESSAY ON ALLIGAToRs.
Did you ever have an alligator, and did you
like him? One came to me the other day--at
least he started to come, but when he heard
somebody on board ship say what his destina-
tion aud who his future parent was to be, he
stretched himself out in despair and died. 1
don't know just what he thought, but he was
probably wise enough to know that canary birds
and dogs and alligators would hardly form a
happy family. He was buried at sea with high
honors; he was wrapped up in bit of sail, put
on shingle, and thrown down into the blue
waters from whence he had come. That sounds
very romantic, doesn't it? In fact, when we
heard it the dog and the canary bird and each
got up tear as we pictured the funeral, but l
may as well tell you that there wasn't any
funeral at all. That it was like the story Joseph
told his wife. The alligator who was to have
been my very own was brought home to New
York, and is now going through a process of
embalming, in view of making him a paper
weight for me; but the woman who brought
him thought it would be nicer to tell about the
funeral first. 1t really did add piquancy to the
occasion.
l am an admirer of alligators. But after
making close acquaintance with one that was
10 come and live in artistic quarters, scarcely
think / should care to be welded to one They
have a clammy feeling that would down all
love, and when their mouths are opened they
are so expressive OF yawning gulf that you
Just as soon think of kissing a coal-hole as the
gentle bird. Then, too, he has an unpleasant
fashion of singing all night. 1t may be that
he is follower of Wagner-I don't know, am
not well up in music, but it is an awful sound,
causes you to shudder under your blankets and
give fervent thanksgiving that you and the
! alligator are not in the same box.
THE ooLLEGE-BRED WOMAN.
Have you been overcome lately by the young
woman who has had a college education She
is, without any exception, the most absolutely
! cocksure woman in the world. Under no cir
cumstances do you know anything. She won't
even credit you with having a tolerably good
! knowledge of slang, and she talks about ''what
we did at college' and ''what we said at col
lege," until you wish you could take her to a
college of physicians and surgeons and have
| some sort of punishment administered to her
that would be painful, but not dangerous. You
can't even make her believe that you know the
multiplication tablet don't after five, so that
she has always got me there-but she has q
sniftly sort of scorn of the woman who has picked
up her education, and she makes you feel that
she was especially created, her OWn college
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mems outftters Eighteenth street and Penn.