The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1891-05-14
GIRLS AND FLOWERS.
One Girl Who Sells Them shrcwdiy. and
One Who ts~s Them CuriousIy.


One Who tses Them Curiously.
A genial old gentleman was buying
/ violets from the flower girl on Broadway.
"Wcll. I'm getting to be a pretty old
customer. eh. Katie he observed, ~ he
arranged the flowers in the lapel of his
oyercoat-
you've been buyin' flowers a good
many years, sir, but you're not old yet,
replied Katie, with the shrewd fattery
of her sex. Il like to see n gentleman
wear flowers, especially a middle aged
gentleman. That shows his heart amt
CROWN old. an it shows he likes what's
sweet an clean. | notice lot of the
gentlemen lose their grip in that way
when they get along"
"How do you mean they lose their
grip, Katie asked the gentleman.
"Oh, they get over carin for vi'lets
when they get married and has fam
lies" replied the flower girl. II see a
lot of young fellers dressed up fine goin'
along here for a few years, an they all
wear flowers in their coats. They are
all bright, just like the flower, and you
can't help likin' 'em for it. That's when
they're Washers an when the girls care
for EN-.
"Then they get married, an the first
thing they drop IS the flowers from their
coats. That takes away all their bright
ness, an then it does seem as if they 60
sort of dusty. an as if their hats were
old or not brushed. Once in while,
though, gentleman gets married an
grows little old an still he buys vi'lets.
like You do, sir. Then | think he must
be nicer sort of man than the rest, an
probably is very happy at home with a
good wife an children"
The old gentleman blushed, and
hemmed and hawed.
"Humph! Haw-what's the price Of
those roses, Katie? They look very
fresh"
1.-TWO dollars dozen sir, and they're
fresh cut this morning."
"Humph. Haw-well, pick out two
dozen nice ones and send them TO my
wife. Here! This is my card. Good
morning, Katie.
That's nice gentleman" said Katie
to herself, as the customer walked away.
II guess l reminded him Of his wife
though. That's the way with the best
of EN-, They never forget their own
buttonholes, but they think woman
don't need any more roses after her hair
begins to get gray
A girl who is such an extreme belle
and favorite that the men she knows
burden her with floral mementoes of
their regard has many strange and po-
etc ways of disposing Of her superfluous
bouquets. In the first place she never
gives any preference to one over another,
but selects the one she is to carry by adj
vancing with her eyes closed to a large
table, upon which they have been indis-
criminately scattered by servant, and
selects one at random. This, she de
clarcs, saves the trouble of thinking the
question over, and gives nm equal chance
to all her admirers.
She then has her maid pluck all the
petals from the roses that are left, and
these are saved until the next morning,
when, after coming out of her bath, they
are poured in a shower over her, and she
stands among them while her toilet Is
completed All the violets are collected
together each night, and after they are
thoroughly mixed the dainty maiden
makes up small bunch, which she fast
ems at the neck of her nghtgown. Those
that are left are tossed over her bed after
she has retired The orchids are made
into as large bunch as possible and
suspended from the chandelier of her