Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-03-31
SEWING CIRCLE GOSSIP,
The Ladies' Do Not Think Men Reliable
in an Emergency.

i'm an Emergency.
Mrs. Twiggs was quite late at the meeting
of the Lenten sewing circle last week-so
late that after carefully looking over the
piles Of dry goods covering the table she
could find nothing easier to make than a
Bingham apron. Having secured this, she
| made her way, work in hand, to a little
group Of friends who were occupying a coy
| corner, where they put in an occasional
stitch as they merrily gossiped.
Dear Mrs. Twlggs," cried Mrs. Doggs,
who was ensconced in an arm chair ever Sc
many times too big for her, do come and
! help me to protect the lords OF creation
against the awful accuse tons that are be-
ing brought against them"
What are they saying?" asked the new
conner. Il thought that in Washington men
were in such demand that no onc would
venture to malign them"
II only remarked" said Mrs. Tublets,
that men are so selfish that in case of an
emergency, as of a fire. for instance they
could usually be counted upon to look out for
themselves and leave any women who
might be under their protection to their
own devices. Calamity is a vir1ue ilnag-
ined by old-fashioned poets and writer's OF
romance"
DO hear herr cried Mrs. Boggs.
What she says is only too true" said
Mrs. Twiggs, gravely, land 1 think each OF
US could tell some experience illustrative of
this fact. If you choose L will begin. Ii
was several years ago, when We were sta
toned in Boston, that Capt. Twigys took
my younger sister and me to see a ba Sc
ball game. He invited two gentlemen also
| to be of the party, remarking that with a
| man on each side Of us and one between us
any chance ball that came our way could
easily be caught by one Of them. A ball did
come our way; it went right through my
hat, in fact, nearly taking a buncn of pink
roses with it, and hit man sitting Just be-
hind me. Did somebody ask what the gen
tlemen were doing? They had all three of
them crouched down so low that their
| heads nearly touched the floor. OF course
they apologized profusely, but the next
time 1 saw a game it was from behind the
wire screen"
Il was in a horse car once" said Mrs.
| ing some railroad tracks, when a man
rushed through from the front platform,
shouting, We shall all be killed; the loco
motive is almost on usr j had the baby in
my arms, having taken her from nurse and
SO could scarcely move. There were two
other women in the crowded car, all the
| rest being men. Do you suppose the men
helped US out? 1t never occurred to them.
The two women CHANGED to sit near the
door. and they were knocked down and
stepped upon by the gallant creatures; but
as the locomotive stopped just before
humping into us we were not killed"
Mrs. Boggs said, How very strange" but
| the sentiment found no echo.
when 1 was engaged TO be married -
| said Mrs. Johnson, she turned I'D the
hem of the sheet she was making IT went
| to the theater once with my fance. In the
middle of the second act there was an
alarm of fire. and panic burst forth at a
| moments notice looked around for my
companion, but, alas! he had disappeared %
And yet you married him?'
Indeed, yes; and he has proved a great
success as a husband; but do not go ont
| in sail boats alone with him without a life
preserver, and when I go to auy crowded
place of amusement nowadays 1 always sit
| very near to an exit"
There was one class OF nan in whom /
used to place perfect confidence" sighed
| Mrs. Tibbs. They We're those magtj.IceDt
specimens of humanity who stand in police
mems garb to help one across the crowded
crossings of New York. There was 4 par-
| ticularly handsome giant, upon whose bray
cry 1 would have stakei my life. AMI upou
whose arm l leant in perfect confidence
until one dreadful day when four horses
suddenly turned and pranced excitedly TO-
ward us. Then my policeman ran away
and 1t was mere accident 1 was not
| killed"
| Dear me, how Dreadful cried Mrs
Boggs. 81 know Mr.. Boggs would never
behave so badly; but then he has not been
married very long"