St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-07-02

ing doing, everybody is ont of town."
and yet to tell the truth we miss very
few people from the streets or shops or
at the theater or in fact from any place
where humanity congregates. This is
such busy little world that if few
drop out we scarcely miss them. AS we
go about on our daily rounds we can
parady Byron and think that as i'm
portant as each one feels himself to be
he is really no more in the great ocean
of life than the drop of rain. to which
that passionate poet likened man, is TO
the broad Atlantic. The pathetic side
is that each one feels so sure that he is
; the hub of his own world. and that if he
should go away that world would be
wrecked. Theoretically he knows that
this Is not true and says so with proud
CALCULATIONS of fervid thankfulness
often and often, that 1t is not true; but
really down deep in his heart he does
not believe it, and so feeling the i'm
pOrtance of his trusts and responsibilities
he WORKS hours every day. In fact, he
becomes mere working machine, all
automaton to run so many hours at the
shop or office, or in the bank. The days
of youth slip away unheeded, the silver
OF premature age gliStenS above bis
brow, the children, the first touch of
whose vague uncertain fingers as he
claSped the helpless little hand awoke
such an agony of tenderness and pride
and love in his heart. grow up into
manhood and WOmanhOOd strangers to
this working machine they dignlfy by
the name of father. What do they know
of the brooding tenderness, the pro-
tectiVe companiOnShip, and subtle wis
dom that understands all a child's
needs, that should be embodied in their
souls and minds and memories i'll the
word father. The wife, whose pride
and p ea5ure it should have been to be
a companion TO the man she wed, has
grown discouraged long ago. and
dropped into that placid Indifference
that is the assassin of love. Ali the Zest
gone from life because she must travel
the long path alore, while the man she
ldealiZed i'll the long ago, bound to the
Juggernaut of business, is killing him
self to make money. Where shall we put
the blame? 1t all grows out of the mis-
apprehension, first of the Importance of
the individual, second of the necessity
of this modern living. We all have
leisure for meditation when the days
are dull. Nothing is promised in So
cIai way In the near future for those of
us who are compelled to stay in the
city. From the lakes and summer re-
sorts along the river come echoes of
gay doingS of all kinds. Fashion has
decreed and good sense seconds the mo-
ton, that dress shall take a second
place, emphatlcally, at the country
homes where tired people 60 to repair
the damages of the winter campaign of
social effort. Fashion at present is a
very lenlent dame, encouraging
her votalies in wearing shirt
waists that have an easy look and
are cool to the eye if nothing more. She
Is also picturesque body just now. but
woe to her who trusting TO the looks
of things presumeS to allow her clothes
to really be as loose and easy as they
appear,fo this reckless person becomes
to the observing eye ut once that de-
spised creature to our grandmother's
eyes, a ''slOuchy thing" The sights that
greet the woman who "knowS" as far
are concerned, would make 'angels
weep'' if those oft-quoted persons have
any eye for the fitness as well as the
fittingneSS of women'S waists. If it is
true that she who runs may read"
surely she who rides in the street cars
can spell; and she readily puts the let
tiers together to make the sum total of
her observation amount to the assertion
that never since fashion first began
were there such unlimited chances for
women to look like frights as in these
June days of the year of grace 1893.
LII the long years ago when we
learned the CatechiSm i'll the good old
fashioned way, we were taught that
man, and woman, too, presumably, was
made out of the dust of the earth. Co.
inc honl. n this
ourselves IN the love that we ali feel for
the perfume OF freshly-turned mould.
the odor of damp earth after summer
shower. They were the sweet breath
of our common mother, and now here
come the scientists and assure us that
II we were made Of dust it took a
power" OF wetting TO put us together,
for. say they, tnree-fourthS of your
body is liquid. Does that explain the
uEiyersaPlove for water as plaything,
if not as a beverage, that characterizes
mankind? Poets rave about the beau
ties of the deep blue sea-" the ''silver
sheen of smiling lakes" and so
on. Steady-going citizens delight in
pulling a boat about and in seeing
their names on the boat club
list. The Minnesota Boat club for the
last twenty years has been a thing of
beauty and a joy for the summer to all
| of its members. And now the club is
| about grown and is preparing to put on
several new airs on our noisy national
holiday, the Fourth of July. In the be-
ginning this club inaugurated a series
| Of regattas on that DAY of gunpowder
| and casualties, and reliOusly observed
the custom ever since. The women
have always been asked to take part in
| these, and. like the good-natured, ac-
commodating creatures that they are,
have done their best to add beauty and
grace, the sheen of bright dresses and
| sweet faces to the rendezvous on ROs-
berry island, that otherwise that eQuatic
| meeting place would have failed. The
| approaching Fourth that Tuesday next
! Shall inaugurate is to be a particularly
memorable day fer the club, not because
the races Will be especially grand or
| unusual feats of skill, but because
there are boats to DE launched aud
christened, and because the first eight
! cared shell ever launched on these wa
tiers is to be inaugurated. The club
naturally feels very proud of its new
eight, land the mattor of its christening
Will be al event to date from. A chris.
| tening without women would be a very
unusual affair, like lemonade with the
lemons LETT out. The clubmen are toe
wise and too gallant to attemp such a
| feat. Women are to take their usual
important place in the days programme.
Those who are to attend to the christen.
ing of the new eight are Mrs. }. j
Parker; four, Mrs. Edwin Jaggard
| double, Mis-. a. X. Barnum.
As Mayor Wright cannot be present,
George K. Finch will present the
mayors cup, Hon. Stanford Newe
the citizens, Miss Sturgis will aware
the senior single prize, Miss Blakely
the junior single prize, Miss Newpor
three-quarter mile dash, single; Mis-.
Arey, of San Diego, CAL, the double
Miss Riley, of harrisburg, the junior
| four badges; Miss Finch the senior foul
| badges; Miss Jane Moore the scratch
four badges, Miss Gordon the tub race