St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-11-13
Peculiar Ways OF Dear Women
at Public Drinking
Tanks.
Pans OF Praise for the Sue
cessor Of the BaniShed
White Skirt.
A Little SideShoW at the
Play That Laid Out Two
Gay Boys.
Typical American Girl in Two
Widely Different
Roles.

Did you ever watch a woman drink
ing at public fountain? | don't mean
soda water, or from glasses Of indie
scrlbabe stuff with stick in 1t. but at
genuine Jacobs well Of pure Lake
Phalen water, set up on the dusty coil
fines of dry goods store or railroad
station. There is usually big red
tank. upon which is painted, in letters
that ne who runs may read" the name
of the firm which is SO beneficent as to
spend its time manufacturing these
public blessings for compensation, OF
course, since tin is SO aWfully taxed.
And. by the way, what a heap OF sins
in the way OF restricted benevolence the
Mckinley bill will have to-. answer
for when it is weighed at the bar
of Democratic justice. TO this red
tank-you see | naturally return to the
barrel-there is attached pewter cup
by means of linked chain, lest some
wayfaring woman should oVerreach the
intended bounds of public good and
pocket the dipper. This utensil usually
has small handle, with which the
handled, and a left side from which
nature intended man should drink. But
woman doeth not 50. At the risk of
running her giants Gc J,tVin she graSpS
the bottom of the Gu il h, + hand and
drinks as near the hauule IL, g, ,S,lOle,
believing, of course, that non. of the
millions who have drunk from the same
canteen ever found that spot. And the
Joke of it is that every woman in the
city does the same thing. The best way
is not to drink-which | don't mean i'll
a strictly teetotaler sense, but if you do
patronize the town pump, place the
edge of the dipper under your under
lip. 1t isn't positive preventive.
but may keep you from imbibing for
eign bacteria.
Don't you breathe a TIE Deum to the
god of cleanliness these muddy days,
that he has baniShed the white skirt
from the street? 1t was only a few years
ago that every woman who appeared i'll
walking costume would lift her skirt
high in crossing a street and reveal
"billoWS OF filmy lace and snow white
muslin" At least that was the theOret
zeal aspect of it, but alas, like many
other theories, it became a vapory illus
ion on muddy DAYS. The ideal dainti-
ness was changed into repulSive
reality, and the ''SnoW white lawn be-
came decidedly of the earth earthly.
Now all that is changed. The business
woman goes about in her snug-fitting
tights, and no longer curses the gods
who didn't make her man. Panta-
II nHupC
things of beauty. and whatever else
woman becomes, she will preserve her
Unborn RSthctciSm. The woman who
has more leisure and more money comes
toward Won with that elegant rustic
which only an unlintd taiftta. or rus
tle'' silk, can give, and you have visions
Of luxurious boudoirs, roses and lilies,
and, thank heaven, no spattered white
skirt. | saw only one of those relics Of
antiquity during the whole election
week, and-perish the thought and
sight-one red flannel skirt, which made
Inc seek Stitfener as an antidote.
The young person who has read the
play is a nuisance at a stage perform
ance. | was attending Shakespearian
performance not long ago, and behind
me sat demoiselle OF tender years and
sire tched clean down to the stage and,
according to an old saying, was tied in
the middle. And how it did wagl The
players were nowhere, either in vOlu
biIity or audibiity. | think any one in
the neighborhoOd would have recon-
mended that young person for stage
prOmpter and that She obtain her job
Immediately.
At the same performance l saw lit
tie Sideshow that did ne good. Two
young men-from their conversation |
gathered they were freshmen i'll
neighboring university = came
in early. They always do be-
fore they learn the convenience
| of having man outside or that theater
seat isn't valuable merely for the hours
and minutes spent in it. The house
was rapidly filling up, but there were
two seats next them unoccupied. An
usher came down and stopped at that
row. My young friends evidently
knew him, for one said, You must be
careful who you put in here-oh, that's
all right" as young lady entered the
row. She was tall and merry looking,
with an abundance of yellow curling
hair and light blue frippery, but she
wasn't chicken. She had evidently
heard enough of the conversation to
catch its import, and with the charming
est air imaginable she stepped back and
mOtiOned her escort to enter first. The
boys subsidized while the surrounding
audience applauded with giggles. "All
the worlds STAGE" and she played her
| part we'll.
They say that the American girl
needs a chaperone. saw one the
other day, l think she was an
American. although | was not near
enough TO see if she had taken out
her naturalization papers yet, and what
was she doing? Putting up stove?
No, fitting storm sash. which is worse
when one has brittle glass and bitter
cold to contend with. And | couldn't
help wondering. back in that little cavity
| of my brain which is given over to mis-
rule and naughty thoughts. if she had
said her prayers before she came out.
Women are supremacy nervous or
| ganization, Not through tea and
troubles, but just because she "growed"
that way. Nothing ever suits her and
nothing is ever in place. Watch her sit
down in chair. If you have Just arisen
from Unconscious that you have had it adj
| justed so the landscape looked the most
DedutlIul, sic Is ceIldli 10 turn III lew
| degrees. even though she must crane
her neck out of joint to see anything. |
firmly believe that if she should make
the ascent of the pyramids to look over
the wastes of Sahara, she would try to
turn the mighty CheOps off his base be-
| fore sitting down.
Aren't you glad you are woman. l
used not to be before the days of tights
| and. taiOr-made gowns, top coats and
thick-soled boots. But their invention
brought in new era of prosperity for
the feminine half, and during election
week | have been mighty glad | wasn't
man or politician. Think
of having to sneak around
the back alley because you're
man was not elected. but, of course, he
would have been, for all women are
Democrats by feeling and we all had
our candy and gloves and roses up on
the man of destiny. l am waiting