The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-09
GAY MONGOLIAN GIRLS.
COW THEY DRESS IN AMERICA
AND ~ CHINA.


the Chinatown Of New York Before
Going Abroad on Pleasure Bent.
From The Nel0 York Recorder.
Miss FunZ Kean is young and pretty
Chinese girl who lives at IL Mott street.
Like other roses from the Flowery King
dom, Miss Kean. led by an impulse, born
rather Of curiosity than Of admiration for
the costume Of American women, deter
mined to put on an American dress and call
on some Of her friends to try the effect.
| Miss Kean is very pretty, and, like other
pretty girls. proud Of it. She anticipated
the same frank expressions Of envious add
miration which American girls have heard
when they have donned the radiant Celes-
tial robes. where only their best fellow and
girl friends could see them. SO Miss Kean
sent word for her best American girl friend
to bring her dress, shoes and hat, just like
the American girls wear.
A "vELLY FUNNY" COSTUME.
They came at last. Kean sent for her
maid, and the hours those two patient little
Chinese girls spent in Disgusting their ma
tivity were "velly funny said kean,
laughing as she told a reporter about the
J trouble she had to learn the ''use" Of some
Of the articles.
What was to them a curious institution
of red and blue. all filed up with iron rods
was their first trouble. The maid insisted
that it must go on first, but Kean thought
it had such pretty colors it must 20 outside
| somewhere.
The maid triumphed by asking Kean if
she had ever seen one on lady on
the st eet. Kean thought and thought, and
then yielded the point, but said:
American dresses are so crazy anyhow,
Taow, that l might have seen one and didn't
know it.n
Where did it get ona
Taow adjusted it first on Kean's neck,
then upon her delicate limbs. but she
couldn't walk then, even though it seemed TO
have places for feet.
at must be fancy cuff" said Kean, and
Taow triumphed again by insisting that
her American friend would then have sent
two.
READY TO THROW IT AWAY.
: Kean wanted to throw it away and Taow
did, too, but just then their American girl
friend arrived.
whats matter with him" asked Kean.
"What for you laugh him."
| "Why that's for your waist, Kean." said
her friend, who, knowing that the Chinese
girl can endure every thing but ridicule,
struggled hard to keep from laughing.
Don't want him. Take him away"
And Kean would have cried If Taow
hadn't picked up the troublesome object and
had it around Keea's waist 30 quickly that,
out of curiosity, her grief was forgotten,
and the snapely Chinese maiden looked at
| herself in the mirror TO behold the first
| stage of her transformation. She, like the
caterpillar in its cell which INDUCES in hopes
and expectations of emerging shortly
radiant highhyer, watched the transforma-
ton and endured the confinement without
wincing as the strings were pulled tighter
and tighter and she saw herself drawn all
out OF shape.
"How beautiful l ought to become from
50 much pain" thought Kean.
But that corset hurt so furiousY that she
added: What for you Mclean girl use
hing
ANXIOUS ABOUT HER RICE.
why, that's what makes your waist
grow"
"My whatg
"Your waist"
"Whats matter with hims" asked the as
tonished Kean. my waist no bloke.
| What for put on patched! Spoilem all my
beauty waist and killem ali my rice in
| side"
The beauty Of the American woman's
waist is proportionately greater as the
| inches OF its measurement are less out the
Chinese maiden had never heard of that,
and as waists, like all things else in the COM
| poA ASOh VA OAIou WIFI american,
are found to be exactly the reverse, Kean,
| who had been very proud Of the large
number Of inches 1t took to go round her
waist. was heart sick at every inch the COR
set took away.
why, you've got it on upside down :"
was the only comment her friend made
when the maid had finished tightening the
strings, and Kean asked her American
friend:
How fashion my look nowW
Then kean cried. The patient little maid
cried, too, and they all went TO work again.
Rean said the "tie-up around her rIce' was
barbarous.
READY FOR THE PROMENADE.
1t was O'Clock that afternoon when
Miss Fung Kean and her white girl friend
emerged from the narrow passage way of
her home. clad in the garments that made
Kean feel like q guilty girl in disguise.
They fairly stole out of Chinatown and
made a bee line for Broadway through
City Hall Park. 1t was Kean's ''frst great
blowout" so they stopped on Broadway
many times, bought soda water at every
fountain they discovered, filed their
pockets with cigarettes at the stores and
Keau's eyes blazed with wonder when her
friend took her through great fancy goods
store on Fourteenth street and pushed her
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