The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-19
SHE GAN TELL A DUDE at SIGHT.
An Experience in Brooklyn Brought
to Bear on New York Specim ems.
Fyom the NeIr Yore SIN.

An Experience in Brooklyn Brought
to Bear on New York Specim ems.
Fyom the Nep yore sun.
This particular Brooklyn girl detests dude.
She lives on the Heights and belongs to the
inner circle of Heights society. Her oppor.
tunties for observation have been excel,e and
she has always awaited herself of them. The
more she observed the greater was her detesta-
ton. She puded herself on being an expert,
and in unZuarded moments has boosted, Just
little, of her skill In cataloguing dudes Tnat is
why she felt cha yrinsd about a mistake she
made on Fifty avenue last Thursday.
IL was early in the afternoon. she was walk
ing up the avenue with q very dear friend
They had an appointment and were walking
brsKly. AT Twenty eighth street they over
took two persons whom this Brooklyn girl at
once set down as dudes of the widest stripe.
They were dressed In the most extreme fashion.
Their long coats had those funny little welts in
the back that emphasize their English make.
Their high hats had that dashing French roll of
the bTim Their hands were correctly gloved
and their feet perfectly shod. With shoulders
carried we'll back ana bodies ever 30 slightly
beat for ward at the hips with their AIMS prop
erly aISimbo, and their big clubs carefully car
rled by the wrong end, their outward appear
aneS surely seemed to justify this Brooklyn
girls opinion.
They were strapping big fellows; either one
OF them might have won fame in the center Of
Yale's rush line They looked as if they could
walk leagues Just for amusement. That's why
the lSlSuTelV, l0uOteDb way IN which they
sauntered up the avenue exasperated this
Brooklyn girl, whose progress they unkRoWlngly
lmpeded when she was in hurry.
See the Deah Chollies,'" she said TO her
friend, "swaggt ring up the avenue to sit in the
window OF their club and suck the silver end of
their sticks while they try TO ogle the girls who
pass by"
They had crossed Twenty ninth street and
started up the little hill 81 know just what
kind of dudes those follows are went on this
Brooklyn girl ''T'll bet a box of candy can
catalogue them exactly. They inherited lot
of money, aud they've been TO college and
abroad, but they haven't any idea of what to do
with themselves or their money. They lead
perfectly useless life AID spend their time
blocking their own way, just as they're block
ing ours now. Thsy never did a thing"
What she might have said was stopped by q
scream OF fright from up the avenue, and q
hoarse sEo IL of ''WhCa! whoa" that rose over
the rum bic Of wheels on the noisy pavement
Coming down the hill was a beautiful
brougham pulled by spanking pair of cobs at
full run. No coachman was on the box, and
the reins were dragging loosely on the ground.
A white-f5ced woman was tugSing at the catch
trying TO open the door. The avenue was
crowded with all sorts Of vehicles, whose drivers
struggled TO get cut OF the path OF le run
away. The snow had been melting rapidly.
AMI the slush ald mud were awful. The hoofs
OF the running horses and the whirlinz wheels
q the crOug lam SpaJttred the dirt in splotches
over everything near.
The two strnppiug fellows who might have
played in ale rush hns took in the situation
in second The Brooklyn girl was pale with
fear, and her freni thought she would faint.
AS the runaway drew nearly abreast of these
dudes the one dearest tho curb dropped his cane
and with a 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 a second it was over. A dozen men held the
trembling horses. The dudes rescued their
soiled hats, shook little of the mud and slush
from the 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 STICK which had
been lost in the excitement.
Aud this Brooklyn girl, when she recovered,
said to her dear friend:
well, never! What mistake l made"
Harry Duval, DIR. Depews private secretary,
vouChes for the truth of this story. How he
knnWa he AnRsnft aaV