St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-07-22

This is the season of the year and
this the kind of weather that makes
every mothers daughter of us who
can't get away from town consider her
telf abused of the Fates. One stares
out upon the hot pavements and blister
ing walls aud longs for the country
green and the lake blue. 1t is hot in
town, but, though all the women in the
state rise up and call me anything but
blessed. / declare that it's just as hot
out of town. Summer houses are built
with thin walls, through which
the heat beats. The trees keep
off the breeze, and the glare
of the sun on the lake gives yOu weak
ewes and a crimson face. The way to
be cool is to stay at home with the
blinds down and keep busy. If you
make up your mind that the heat is
good for you and that you like it, and
never let your hands be idle. the after
aoons will slip by before you know it.
1t is really absurd to talk of the heat in
Minnesota anyway. Not one of us can
remember night that was too hot for
sleeping. Our evenings are simply per-
feet, aud, in short, we don't really know
what dog days are.
OF course. we couldn't possibly do
without ice, but sometimes l think we
have deal too much of it, and that we
don't kill ourselves is due to luck and
not to common sense. We dash into
drug stores and crowd ice cream soda
INTO a stomach that is as hot as hot can
be, drink ice water, eat ices, and walk
about in the hot sun quite as if we
weren't doing our best to commit sui
eide. Ice water is the destroying
angel that will wipe the whole ma
ton off the earth ultimately. / dare
say my total abstinence friends will
faint at the immortality of the advice,
but i maintain that ice water on our
tables onght to he replaced by light
wines. 1t would be for heath'S sake,
and 1t would encourage home indus
tries.
After all, though, there's nothing for
hot weather quite so satisfying as a
drink of well water in gourd. You
remember the old well down Oh the
farm, don't you? You could look way
down its messy sides to the silvery bit
of GOODNESS at the bottom. The windlasS
used to creak. and slowly the great old
bucket came dripping to the brink. You
may find the taste OF champagne re-
markahiy delightful, and a creme de
menthe may have charms, but it's worth
ten years of your life to lean over that
well on July day and drink from the
old gourd.
And now that we're talking of the
country, l saw an outing suit yeSter-
day that for durability and cleverness
was a thing of delight. 1t belonged to
a st. Paul girl. 1t was the regulation
plain, skirt and blazer, but the material
was Stout blue DENIM, 1t was jaunty.
becoming and stylish, and from her
dimpled. sulI-burned chin above the
Windsor tie to her russell leather ties,
that cir! was dressed to enjoy herself.
Fences, trees, briarS, everything on
earth might asSail that denim, but it
would come through precisely as good
as new. Denim has its artistic uses,
too. 1t makes charming partieres with
band of contrasting color across the
bottom, and lends itself readily to
household decoration. Anxious mothers
find 1t the best thing OH earth for the
small boys summer trousers. Not even
barb wire fence can tear it.
The town is alive-that is. it's com
paratively alive for Juiy-with bored
looking college boys home for the LONG
vacation. They are an altogether ador
able set, of course, but have you noticed
the absurd little caps they're wearing:
There is wide eXpanse of hair that is
half bang and half collegiate license
and way back on the crown there's {
ridiculous little polo cap. 1t dOesn'
shade the eyes, it doesn't protect thu
head. and it is kept on by sheer force o
attraction. 1t is simply fad, and goe
to prove that college boys think o
other things than their books.