Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1893-02-01
She Can Tell Dude at Sight.


This particular Brooklyn girl detests
q dude. She lives on the Heights and
belongs 10 the inner circle of Heights
society. Her opportunities for obser-
vation have been excellent and she has
always availed herself of them. The
more she observed the greater was her
detestation. She prided herself on be-
inc an expert, and in unguarded mo-
ments has boastcd just little of her
skill in entanglin; dudes. That is why
she felt chagrined about mistake she
made on Fifth avenue last Thursday.
1t was early in the afternoon. She
was walking up the avenue with q very
dear friend They had an appointment
and were walking briskly. At 2Sth
street they overlook two persons whom
this Brooklyn girl at once set down rs
dudes Of the widest stripe. They were
dressed in the most extreme fashion.
Their long coats had those funny little
welts in the back chat emphasize their
English make. Their high hats, had
that dashing French roll of the brim.
Their hands were correctly gloved and
their feet perfectly shod. With shoul-
ders carried well back and bodies ever
so slightly bent forward at the hips,
with their arms properly akimbo, and
their big clubs carefully carried by the
wrong end, their outward appearance
surely seemed to justify this Brooklyn
girls opinion.
They were strapping big fellows;
either one of them might have won
fame in the centre of Yale's rush line.
They looked as if they could walk
leagues just for amusement. That's
why the leisurely, indolent way in
which they sauntcred up the avenue
exasperated this Brooklyn girl, whose
progress they unknowingly impeded
when she was in hurry.
"See the 'deah Chollies. she said
TO her friend. staggering up the ave-
nue. to sit in the window of their club
and suck the silver end of their sticks
while they Try TO ogle the girls who
They had crossed Twenty-ninth
street and started up the little hill. Il
know just what kind of dudes those
fellows are" went on this Brooklyn
girl. "I'll bet a box of candy / can
catalogue them exactly. They inheri-
ted lot OF money, and they've been to
college and abroad, but they haven't
any idea of what to do with themselves
or their money. They lead q perfectly
useless life, and spend their time block
ing their own way, just as they're
blocking ours now. They never did q
thing"
What she might have said was stop
ped by scream of fright from up the
avenue, and hoarse shout Of "Whoa !!
whoa - that rose over the rumble of
wheels on the noisy pavement. Com
ing down the hill was q beautiful
brougham pulled by spanking pair of
c)bs at a full run. No coachman was
ON the box, and the reins were drag
ging loosely on the ground. A white
faced woman was tugging at the catch
trying to open the door. The avenue
was crowded with all sorts Of We
hicles whose drivers struggled to get
out of the path Of the runaway. The
snow had been melting rapidly, and
the slush and mud were awful. The
hoofs of the running horses and the
whirling wheels of the brougham spat-
tered the dirt in splotches over every
thing near.
The two strapping fellows who might
have played in Yale's rush line took in
the situation in a second. The Brook
lyn girl was pale with fear, and her
friend thought she would faint. As the
runaway drew nearly abreast of these
dudes the one nearest the curb dropped
his cane and with quick leap laid his
neatly gloved hand on the bride of the
nigh horse. The next second he was of
his feet and being dragged along in the
muck Of the street. The shock swerved
+ the horses in toward the sidewalk but
did not stop them. The second dude
saw his friends plight, and was with
him at bound. In second it was ali
over i dozen men held the trembling
horses. The dudes rescued their soiled
hats, shook little Of the mud and
slush from their clothes, and before
the frightened lady could get out Of her
brougham to thank them had resumed
their leisurely stroll up the avenue
without their elegant sticks which had
been lost in the excitement
And this Brooklyn girl, when she re.
covered, said 10 her dear friend:
well, l never! What mistake ]
made"
Harry Duval, DR.. Depew's private
secretary, vouches for the truth of this
story. How he knows he doesn't say
N. !. Sue.
rnrkie,,,s L A,,,ica Salyc.