The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-04-15
WOMAN STOPPING TO FOLLY
"eAs" SAYS, MAKES HERSELF AFooL.
Dressing a Dog I'm . Tea-Gown-How Far
Idiooy Can BE Carried-A Canine
Funeral-Paying Gen. john
ston q Tribute.


most all-round idiot seen under the sun.
This taste is appealed to rather more in
Paris than it is in New York, but small
dogs who have been over the ocean blue
are coming home most frightfully and
tearfully got up.
Some place near the Palais Royale in
Paris is a shop that is exclusively dedi-
Gated to the wardrobes of small doggies,
and one or two of the latest mode have
appeared here. 1 regret to say that the
American small boy jeered at him, and,
notwithstanding the pride of his mistress
and his French appearance, poor doggie
hid his head with shame and felt that he
was being made to look more silly than
the two-legged puppies. What did he
have on? He was small King Charles,
and he had on a sailor suit, that is to say,
he had a white cloth blanket that but
toned under him, and which had broad
faring sailor collar with anchors worked
in the corner and a blue tie knotted in
sailor fashion in front; but the most re-
markable part of the get-up was a white
tarpaulin sailor hat that tied securely I'M
der his chin with his name on the blue
ribbon band. He not only has this get-up
for the street, but the poor little wretch
rejoices in a masher toilet, which is best
described as black coat with white
waistcoat, a high celluloid collar with
black tie about it and crush hat
But the acme of dress, as far as this dog
is concerned, is reached in the afternoon
when the cup that cheers is passed
nd nv "a oft in
cEeam-white silk tea gown, trimmed with
fur and having a Cleopatra belt! II has
long, flowing sleeves. through which his
fore legs are thrust and a most extensive
train, and the way to make him show it is
TO otter biscuit and force him to walk on
his hind legs, while the tea gown, with its
undertaking of plated lace, swirls behind
him. The effect is marvelously funny
but you don't know which to feel the most
ashamed of, the little dog or the woman
who owns MIN. The unhappy little
wretch hes his nightgown, and. according
10 his temper, il is either rose-co,ored or
blue. If happened to be the man in that
establishment | would set fire to all the
dogs belongings, beat the woman and give
the dog liberty or death. I'm sure any
dog would rather be convict in Sing Sing
than wearing tea gown, and. although
you may say sick as a dog, don't believe
any well-bred puppy ever desired to be
gowned in a sailor get-up.
Talking about dogs, something very
funny happened not very long ago among
a family OF dogs. 1t Consisted OF a French
poodle, of an English bulldog, of French
bulldog, Of two Prince Charles, of fox
terrier and dog whose breed wasn't very
clearly defined. They had always gotten
along in life most beautifully, but one day
the English bulldog lost her temper and
she flew at one of the King Charles and
killed 1t In about a minute and half
There was grief in that stable and that
afternoon, when poor little Flossie was 10
be buried, all the dogs near by came 10 60
to the funeral. They marched two by Two,
with the coachman, who was guardian, by
their sides, and the man vino had had
charge of Flossie carried her ahead in a
box. The queer part Is that the murder
ess was not allowed to 20 to the funeral,
and when the stable was shut she was
locked IN, and as the procession was NOV
ing she was visible at a window, looking
with longing eyes after the funeral train,
as II she didn't exactly comprehend why
she might not join her walls to the rest Of
the mourners.
Not dog in that procession but seemed
TO realize exactly what had happened, and
every one OF them for DAYS afterward
steered clear Of the bulldog as If they
knew she had crime upon her soul You
may thing they were afraid of her. but
they weren't. The big French poodle
could knock her out in one round, but
they knew she had been mean enough TO
kill a little dog, and they had a proper and
dog-llke contempt for her. Whoever YOU
may be. and however fond you may be of
dogs, don't put a sailor suit on one, or get
him to look like masher, nor make him
ashamed of himself in q tea-gown; but let
him learn to do his own duty in that sta
ton in life in which you have placed him
to be your companion, your trusty
friend, and your servant.
Every now and then everybody in New
York who goes TO the theaters wonders
what we are going to do for character
actors when Stoddard, LIE Moyne, and one
or two others, have left the stage. Every
now and then some young man is adver-
tised as the coming delineator of Character
tho one who is going to express much
by movement or a word the one who is
going to learn that as much can be said
by silence as by speech, and who has not
forgotten that in his direst hour of agony
ION the stage.) even if the heroine is not
speaking TO him, it isn't for him to smile
and bow TO people he knows in the audi
ence. Some years ago, when that best of
war-plays, Held by the Enemy" was
played, young man took the part of the
southerner. From the evenness of his ac-
cent, the perfection OF detail in his appear
ance, his very walk, and the fact that
nothing was exaggerated, he convinced
me that he was a southerner by birth. and
had simply taken a part that it him like
glove.
heard his name here, there and every
where once in awhile, always as a good
actor, but / did not see him again until
the other night, when l witnessed n most
lurid melodrama beautifully called 1.-THE
Power OF the Press" got in little late !:
two men had just made their entrances on
the stage, and were presumably convicts.
One was fat, and looked as If he had been
fed on plum pudding at Sing Sing; he had
thick and closely-curled musta he, and
he looked much more like barkeeper at
masquerade than the innocent victim of
cruel plot who had been four years and
some months in the penitentiary. IIthink
his name is Lackaye. The other man
stood, and for minute / thought "Who
are your" And like q fash ii came TO me !;
il was the convict that Victor Hugo had
depicted, j. was Jean Valjeanl There was
the walk that came from going in line
with other men, there was the smooth
ahaven fare half sullen half ashamed :.