St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-05-24
GOSSIP FROM WASHINGTON.

has long been conceded to be anything
but thing of beauty and joy forever.
There's not graceful or artistic line
about 1t. but nobody really minds its ug
! Illness. 1t Is the usurpatlon of the dress
coat by men in various and sundry serv-
| lie positions that is calling the senSi-
| tive soul of the society man, and the
| time is ripe for Ward McAlliSter to pro-
| pose a change. We have grown accus-
| TONED to the dress of walters. but of
late there have been seen in Washing
| ton reSplendent and immaculate beings
| clad in evening dress, and riding about
1 in the full light of day on the boxes of
| carriages. The proper attire for foot
men jus; now is evening dress, even to
| the usual white tie. 1t looks a little
| odd at first, but they say it is custom
that has come to stay.
=, They say great many things in
| Washington, anyway, and IN any cor
ner, by keeping your ears open. you
| may hear the strangeSt OF stories about
| the dOingS OF the women of the admin
| istration. OF course, nobody pretendS
| TO say that the intentions of those same
very estimable women are not the very
| best in the world; but then you know
! what uncOmplimentary things are said
| of the region where good intentions are
| used as paving stones, and the impress
sion is certainly alarmingly prevalent
| that some very amusing things have
been done in society by women who
| ought to know better. They tell how
| the daughter of certain member OF the
! cabinet wrote first to the state depart
| ment and then across the water 10 the
| court of ST. James to ask to what seat
| Mrs. Harrison must be assigned at
| a proposed luncheon. Then they
| cOniide to you the fact that
! the attic in the White house, where the
| bills sent from congress to the president
| have been stored for years, has been
cleaned out and the bills-well, | prom
ised faithfully not to tell, but woman
| who ought to know told me that those
bills had been sold to the rag man. 1t
| CRATES on the Sensibiiities OF a people
who have a kind of Inherited respect
for the archives of nation to think of
these sacred papers in the greedy hands
of the rag man, but nobody quite likes
to say the thing is actually So or to fix
the blame on any one person.
Dame Rumor. who flies between earth
and SKY, and constantly grows by fly
ing, is always busy in the national cap
| ital. She goes into the senate aud
| whispers to you that the vice president
| wears wig, and not only one wig, but
well, some say tour and Others say
seven wigs. He starts in at the first of
| the month with a close cropped head of
hair. AS the month wakes, now and
| again that hair takes jump and seems
| longer. till as the month swings past
and into the realms of yesterday. the
| shortest wig comes out again. Is it
true? OMEN sabe? Appearances GER
| taiEIy bear 1T out. and man who Will
| preside over the senate and wear a
| bright red necktie as Mr.. Morton has
been known to do, is capable of wear
ing dozen wigs.
Capt Harries and Mr.. Hall and their
party have come back from their visit
to the battle field of Bull Run, little
sun-burned. but jolly as sand bows. if
you know what they are. They lived
on the fat of the land down there in
Virginia, fought the Old battles over
again. and waged 4 wOrdy war as they
yQamed from place to place through
| that historic, biOOd-Washed country.
| Capt. Harries fought in both battles of
Bull Run with the boys III blue from
Wisconsin. MIR. Hall wasn't one of the
men who fought and bled, but Capt.
HarrieS says hell undoubtedly De tell
ing all about how he led this charge or
that, or captured Battery B OF q, for so
closely did MIR. Hall study the country,
that 1t was quite evident he was collect
Ing materials for some thrilling story.
Mr.. Hail is one of the queteSt men in
congress, but inaSmuch as congress
man without stories is like pipe-organ
with no one at the pump, one may
reasonably expect TO hear fiom him
soon.
Modern funeral customs. are the
height of barbarity. The ifappyreleaSe
OF a brother from the long gauntlet of
| life he runs is made the occasion tor a
display of all the selfishnesS the human
| fYeart is capable of. We remember our
dead by cold bit of marble that says
not HE lived" but He died." There
are graves ina thousands on the hills
about Washington, and tombs of every
description: but among them all there's
| only one that's beautiful-and It'll beau
| tiful in way that is very horrible. 1t
| is the tomb of a wealthy infidePS beau
| tiful wife, ahd is merely a triangle of
| green grass surrounded by a marble seat
| of classic purity OF design. On block Of
marble at the apex of the triangle sits
| the bronze figure of a woman. IN whose
| pose, from the bowed. shrouded head to
| tile slender feet. there speaks despair
| in every line. 1t is as if Despair per-
! sonified sat brooding there, and, among
| the symbols of religion that conquerS
| death, is a sight at which one pauses,
| so striking is its hopeless deSolation, so
| beautiful its molionless, terrible grief.
The pension office was informed on
| very interesting subject the other day
when the pension of Even K. Highland.
| of Grand Forks. was allowed. Hegland
| fought in the old Second Minnesota I'M
! der the name of Even Knudsen, but
| after the war, being impressed with the
| Inconvenience of owning name that
| so many other men at the same post
| Office laid claim to, he took the name OF
| Highland. The pension Office laughed
| sneering laugh of scorn when he APP
| Piled for Even KnudSon's pension, and
| warned him not TO try games with the
| government. 1t was not till Congress-
| man Johnson explained the matter that
| the pension was allowed. 1t seems that
| the Scandinavian custom follows the
| old Roman usage, and gives to man
| three names. The first is his par
ticular personal appelaton; the
| second tells whose son he is.
| and the third gives the name Of the
| farm he lives Oh. and whenever a man
moves he changes his name. Across
the water Highlands name was Even
| Knudsen HeglaDd, but leaving the farm
| he left the name. and was knudS0n till
| lie felt the unpleasantnesS OF owning
name in common with half the men in
| town. The department is wiser, but at
| the same tine it's little bit ashamed
| of not having known all about it before.
Washington is city where churches
| are always crowded. Sunday morning
every woman who owns anything new
t in the way of personal attire puts on
| her best bib and tucker and sets out to
| attend divine worship with her best
| friend. OF course, they wend their way
llto the Church of the Covenant, which is
The presidents church. or else to the
| little old Church of st. John, which has
| been known for years as the court
church. The porch is crowded.
The doors are jammed, yet no
stranger may venture to seat him