The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1891-01-28
COMEDY IN THE CARETTE.
The Fun Began When One of the Dear
Friendly Girls Got Out.

This little comedy might be called
'Woman's Inhumanity to Woman"
The scene is in one of those lovely new
cream-colored carettes that have Just
begun running on Fifth avenue. The
characters are three very pretty young
girls, one with brown eyes and blonde
hair, another with gray eyes and dark
hair, and the other with violet eyes
and auburn hair. The girl with violet
eyes and auburn hair has Just entered
the carette, and. recognizing an ac-
quaintance in Miss Browneyes, sits
down beside her and receives ELUSIVE
greetings.
90, I'm so glad to see you, my dear"
cried Miss Browneyes, fairly bobbing
up and down with emotional joy.
How lovely you are looking! How
perfectly sweet! O! let me intro
duce you to my dear friend, Miss Gray
eyes. You must like each other, for
l love you BOTH"
Miss Violeteyes and Miss Grayeyes
touched fingers and smiled sweetly at
one another For distance of twenty
blocks fusillade of ejaculatory con-
versation ensues. Through the noise
of the street and the rattle of the car
is obtained:
Beautiful little jacket, my dear.
Such sweet buttons. ="
Positively don't have time to dress.
Always at a luncheon, dinner, or some
thing else. l can't look well to save
me.'
Dearest boy in the world. Wants
to give me 4 saddle horse, but mamma
won't let me accept it,
''How horrid! Did YOU enjoy YOUR
self-abroad this summer"
"Delightful; yachting was the best
fun. The Prince is so charming"
Papa is going to cut my allowance,
he says. jolly guy on him. He gave
me hundred to-day, and I'm going
down now to spend every cent of it on
hat and pair of shoes"
No, I'm not engaged. really. I
can't imagine how that English fel-
low should have started that story. To
be sure he is viscount, but he's awful
ly fast, and l never did more than 90
riding in the park with him on one or
two occasions, and always his mother
drove in a carriage near US.
"Yes, am little stouter. O.please
don't fiatter me. 1 know it's not be-
coming. o. hush! Your friend will
laugh at me if sit up and take your
praise. I'm really losing whatever
good looks ever had"
Yes. do call Come, and I'll show
you lot of pretty diseases I brought
home from Paris. Here is my street
Good-by, dear. Good morning, Miss
Grayeyes. When my dear friend calls
you come with her, | should like to
know you better"
Miss Violeteyes ali ghts from the car
cite and hutters to the sidewalk The
two young women left to themselves
make few remarks.
Isn't she dowdy? There isn't the
slightest use of her going abroad. She
never gets Il thing that's pretty"
We'll, she used to have /, sort of
washed-out style of beauty that few
of the men liked, bet now she hasn't
an admirer. l think she puts some-
thing on her hair to make it auburn.
I'm sure it used to be dusty brown"
Quite out of society, you know. l
never meet her except on the street.
Her mother is a great schemer, and
manages to get her daughters name
into the papers"
Her father is a shirt manufacturer.
Makes money, but vulgar to de-
gree"
We'll. she firts, you know, and the
gossips do say"
At this point the listener reaches his
destination and escapes from the car
ette. saddened by the lesson he has
learned from this comedy of feminine
friendship Y. Sun.