The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-26
WOMANS WORLD.
A FEW ITEMS OF INTEREST TO THE
FAIR SIX.

Few Cosby Anecdotes That Are
Worth a Moments Attention-A
Little Talk About Crinoline-Other
Matters Worth Reading.
The sage enamored, says the New York
World, is not always pleasing spectacle,
for however philosophical man may be,
however powerful in intellect, he makes
himself just as absurd and ridiculous when
be falls in love as any pin-feathered,
downy-hpped undergraduate in the ranks.
There still lives In Bohemia a woman of 30
70 whom the great Goethe proposed when
she was maiden OF II and he a patriarch
Of 70. To the younger generation IL seems
almost incredible that one of Goethe's loves
could still be living, for the poet
died more than sixty years ago. The
absurdity Of the gifted old man,
crowned with honors and fame, falling
in love with a school girl and actually pro
posing marriage TO her in spite Of the dis
parity of their ages, after ali illustrates the
brotherhood of man. They have ALL gifted
and simple alike, the same family trait, a
weakness for women. 1t was the Poet
Lowell to whom a stanch admireF of the
first Mrs. Lowell, aud firm believer in her
husbands permanent widowerhood, wrote
bub u Ills EbCOH0 mar
riage, and begging to know whether she
was to believe him a never-to-be-consoled
husband or after all ''iust like any other
man." The answer came promptly, "Dear
Madam: Just like other men,"
Apropos Of possible orinoline, says the
New York Times, a woman tells this of the
old days of cages"
"a man-an artist and very shy person
lraA N,,Ny H. L. III -
20 honor and asked her to marry him. In
stepping closer to her, as the occasion
seemed to demand, early in the walk be got
his foot through her large and expansive
hoop and Yves too modest to make any at
tempt TO remove It. She was equally timid
SO they took their walk, settled matters
she consenting), and came home with bis
foot still held in her hoop. History does
not state" finished the relatOr, ''how i5 was
finally removed only know the story is
true and the pair to-day are old married
lovers.n
cousin Madge" gossips in London Truth
entertAlningly, as follows "We saw some
very new and pretty winter toilets at a
wedding at ST. Georges on Wednesday.
Ehe brides gown was extremely pretty,
being made with train from she shoulders.
Her hair was beautifully arranged, and
lovely veil of soft old lase. The brides
maids dresses were very pretty, too, being
composed OF white satin with green velvet
sleeves and a band of green velvet around
the neck. ! cannot say that the low bodices
were becoming. Very few people are so
fortunately endowed as to be able to con-
trast their necks with white satin on a raw
winters day, and in one or two instances
on this occasion the necks looked almost
black. But the dresses themselves were ex-
tremsly pretty. The contrast Of their
whiteness with the black hats was too sharp
to be artistic, but it caunot be denied that
tho hats themselves was very becoming.
The six bridesmaids carried exquisite bou-
quets OF lily Of the valley. The brides
bouquet might have been gathered aud ar
ranged for one Of those delightful prihcesses
IN whom Nurseryland believes 30 firmly.
Lady Carew also had q glorious bouquet,
consisting of white and mauve orchids. She
looked very graceful and very handsome III
black silk, with sleeves Of bright, reddish
mauve, and f1chu and vatican of fine
black lace.
Among the guests were many pretty
women. One. remarkably so, was in black,
with a black cloth jacket, the skirt Of
which was very full indeed. The collar
was also very full, and was in
black satin. I was delighted to see
that the bride paid her bridegroom
the compliment of looking bright and happy
and full Of life and fun as she left the church
with him. II was pleasant to see two such
happy faces as his aud hers Even when
walking to the altar, Miss Lethbridge did
not affect that absurd droop of the head
that some brides think it necessary to adopt
as though they were following their own
funeral. In a recent instance this " las SO
absurdly exaggerated as to be quite laugh
able. 1t is a bad compliment to the un-
fortunate victim, standing near the altar
and watching his chosen life approach
with a'walk like policeman's, and with
every token of guilt and shame in her pose.
IL is quite time that such relics of the days
of 'sensibility' should disappear in favor
OF a more natural demeanor.
At the same time there is an opposite ex-
treme to be avoided. | remember one bride,
an actors daughter, who simply raced her
wretched father up the aisle, making him
stumble over the pedestal Of the font. The
spectacle OF the bridesmaids tearing after
them in a lively canter brought tears of de-
licious mirth to my eyes. One would sup
pose that the bride was afraid the gentle
man would run away before she reached
him. Manufactured that she saw furtive
smile pass across the clergyman's face when
the painting procession came to pause in
front of him, composing themselves after
their race
Ice boating has been recommended for
the complexion, says Clara Belle in the
Times. Dem Ocrot, and this is the encourag-
ing account girl who knows gives
Don't you try iS | went once In Mon
treal. 1t was just big sled on iron run
ners. There was a sail fastened up in front
and a pile OF skins and furs TO sit on.
was the only lady. We started off quietly
enough, then all Of sudden we began to
whizz. o, is was awful! You couldn't cav
thing, because the words were blown
right off your lips. The wind cut through
your clothes, and you felt as it you didn't
have thing on. / began TO cry and the
tears were blown off my cheeks and hit the
man nearest me. Being frozen hard
they made him look up, and
guess he saw vas going to die
right Oft. So they began piling the
skins on me. 1 lay down fiat and
Kept burrowing further and further under
the things till l was against the boards and
all the rugs were on top of me, and even
then could feel the wind like a frozen
razor shaving off my skin all over. cried
out loud, but / couldn't hear anything and
the tears froze fast to the bottom Of the
sled, and to the hair on the furs. When we
got back they had to chop me loose. The
men tried to make me run home. l sup
pose did, but couldn't feel my feet at all.
couldn't even hear. But that wasn't the
worst. Directly my blood began to move
y, my goodness You know how it is
with your fingers after they have
ueen cold and begin to get warmg 1t