The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-09-15
GIRLS OF ii PERIOD.
Their Novel CharacferiAtacm-The
Sort Of Mem They Like.

Their Novel Observation-Disclosures
sort Of MeR They Lake.
All is rapidly changing as rsgnrds
the girl or woman of to-day, who is
something very different from the girl
or woman of yesterday. The uprto-
date girl is aggressive, s~elf-reliant. self
e serti,e, snaps her fingers at conyen-
tionalities, in spite of st. Paul's pro
bibition speaks out in public paaces.
has ideas Of her own and refuses to
seat. She makes her gown gored at
she hips to show her figure: she cuts
her ball dress low; she comes alone,
goes alone, and carries a ticket for
CT icago in her pocket-book, all ready
for a break for the land OF divorces
or land Of the Dakotas, in case her
husband doesn't mind his p's md G's.
The oman of to-day, 1t has been said
by a recent critic, is what Is tritely
Known as a hummer" no matter In
what role she appears-wife, mother,
mother-in-law, sweetheart or society
girl. She has a .'despise" for the aver
age man; he is only good enough TO
pay for her enjoyments. to take her
to the theater and then to supper. She
is mercenary to a frightfnl degree.
The man who has passed through her
hands is squeezed as dry as if he had
passed between the rollers of a clothes
wringer. The woman of today, some
say, has no soul. She sits bolt upright
ut the theater with dry eyes, while the
men are whimpering around her. If
a man SO far forgets himself as to
cry out in impaSsionate tones. "My
darling, / love you'll" she replies, coldly,
please, Mr.. Callowead, don't indulge
In any vulgar sentiment; Ii Is not fash
ionable." But Mr.. Callowead was not
to be suppressed, and, being the ac-
cepted sutton of the young lady, he
actually attempted to snatch a kiss n
evening, w~hereupon this damsel OF to-
day drew back in disgust: "Fie! Mr..
Callowead." she calculated, .'am / q
barmaid, that you should insist upon
kissing me?" The young girl of to-day
neither plays the piano. sings, nor en-
broiders altar-cloths. She despises So
called accomplishments, and she does
not care a rap for a young man of
brains. What she does insist upon in
a nan is figure, style, carriage-above
all, good legs. He must have good legs,
30 that he win look well when he plays
polo and takes part in athletics. The
girl of to-day does not say limbs"
but plain legs" Fifty years ago wo-
men were eternally pratilg about mems
heads. A man must have a fine head.
But to-day all is changed. He nay
be pencil-headed and have the hands of
a smith. provided his legs are st.aight,
strcng and shapely. A careful mother
relates that shortly after the last big
foot ball match her parlors were over
run by young men Of the most ex-
t%raoreinary type. They looked like
prize fighters il. dress coats, with short,
thick necks. and great, broad shoulders.
One i'm particular attracted her atten-
tion-a young Hercules, whose knotted
muscles were i'll hidden beneath the
snug-fitting broadcloth of his evening
suit. He was rude, almost 5~oisterous
in manner, and took liberties with the
young ladies and the queens English.
Good gracious, girls" exclaimed the
careful mother. who Is that vulgar
ian? why. mamma. how you talki
That's Jack Ffggery, the foot bali slug
ger. Isn't he divine? Look at his
legs"