San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-09-20


cal artist.
Nothing, only I've caught a
character" the artist replied, care
fully sketChing the fine built man
who had struck an attitude of ease,
with his walking cane as a support
for his back. mo doubt you have
seen him; probably YOU have
stood alongside of him for sew
eral minutes at time aud
g lZed in every direction.
10 see what on earth he is staring
at. Him" and "he," in this in
stance the artist explained "reter
TO that jolly, well fed and we'll
wined species OF married humanity
that stands at the street corners
and other points Of vantage and
stares, and never grows tired Of
staring, at all the pretty forms and
faces that walk upon streets in the
course Of the day. There is on my
long list OF characteristic &C.
quaintances, a middle aged
married man who has contracted,
in semi-inoffensive degree, the
street staring habit. You can find
him on every fair day of the year,
standing for hours at time as i
am sketching him now, staring at
every pretty being that happens
along. 1t is not the vulgar, rude
stare Of the dude, which this par
ticular "him" in1liCts upon the
fairer sex, but moderate kind of
a mania for pretty face
aud snowy form, which all
wOmankind has weakness
to display and all mankind a core
spending weakness to admire. At
ter the Street Starer takes his ac-
customed stand, he has to wait but
a few moments for his first victim,
for in a community so blessed with
pretty beings, as is this city, you
can see more fair creatures in a
day than you can count in many
larger place in a week. When the
first victim comes along this
Street Starer, in an unsuspeCting
and unobtrusive way, made almost
perfect by long experience, gazes
intently at her face and form. The
color of her hair, the way it's put
up, the peculiarities Of her face,
the proportions Of her waist and
would that to be truthful, / need
not have to record a vulgarity-
the dimensions OF the hips, are all
sized up as she passes him. And
so fares victim after victim, until
this we'll dined and well wined
starer on the streets decides that it
is time to have another drink.
81 am told" the artist contin-
ued, after he had finished the
sketch, "that on one occasion Starer
No. met Staret No. ,, as each was
bound for the same baccanalian
temple. Forthwith they began to
compare notes on the beautiful
women that they had seen that
day. No. | described beauty that
he had observed not ten minutes
ago. Starer No. 2 was fairly dane
ing with anxiety to describe
revelation in feminine fairness
that he had seen during the fore
noon. When No. 2 had finished,
No l looked up as il surprised,
"Why, what are you talking about,
that was my wife % he said.
Then No. s began to recall the
description of the beauty at which
No. had stared, and when the lat
ter repeated the description he
queried:
"'Had on a pin with such-and'
such an initial"
"'Yes,' replied No. l.
wAnd had with her boy in long
flaXen hair and dressed in a sailor
suit?"
"'Yes, that's it,
"'Well, that's a nice off! That
was my wifep exclaimed No. 2,
with considerable emphasis on the
WIFE
"No" exclaimed No. l. well, [
declare Let's have the dice and
see who owes the drinks
"But Street Starer No. 2, did not
see things in that light. He brought
down his fist upon the counter and
und fairly yelled, "that, sir, was
my wifew Then with scowl that
probably meant, "if | ever catch
you staring at my wife again, l
break your neck" He left the
saloon and Indignantly walked
away. This fellow that | just now
skatched was one of that kind OF