The Washington times., 1894-07-15
Is SWEET AS A JUNE ROSE
The Summer Girl in Gorgeous Raj
ment Abroad in the Land.
DASHING, DARING, FULL OF LIFE
How She Begins Her Campaign and the Way
She Conquors Men of Strong Nerves.
Walks and Talks With the Fin De Steele
Creation of Our Country.

NEW YORK, July 14.-She is with US again,
with her sweet smile and her enigmatic eyes
and her train of young suitors. The shops
are full of her, the avenues resound with the
smart tap of her russet leather shoes, and al
ready organdie gowns with bewitching bows
and sailor hats. trimmed with poppies. near in
shady hooks near babbling brooks, tell of the
proximity of the summer girl. She is more
varied and picturesque than ever, more mas
culine, but still as huggable as ever. She
still has sweet mouth, with fresh red lips,
"like twin Cherries" her hair has the same
trick of tangling sunbeans in its chestnut
coils, her eyes droop just as eoquettishly as
ever, and she talks with that
old familiar rafting nonsense, and gentle
sweetness, whether she habbles on
erudite subjects or simply admires daisies
more than ragged sailors. She de-
mands things and gets them as OF
yore, and never lets you OF the duck suit and
the sun-burned nose know that when you
ran after her hat she smiled inwardly to think
how much better she could have run herself.
She loves moonlight and poetry and guitars,
and she is bewitching and stunningly gowned.
But lust now she is really serious. She is
preparing herself for the campaign, to be the
thing of beauty, which by October will be
Joy and pain in the memory OF the men OF
the land Just now her tip-tilsed nose even has
assumed dignitled aspect, and the bewitch
ing corners OF her mouth are not always
twitching with fun.
She gets up early these fine mornings and
after going throught her grooming and prink-
ing process. sits dow to her matutinal roll, or
ange and tea with a thoughtful pucker on her
brow. After breakfast she sits down in the
forbidden attitude of herschidhood, with one
knee over the other, and a pencil about an
inch long, and sums up, FUCKERS her mouth,
rumples her hair and iots down mems. Then
she starts out to shop. Sometimes she takes
q leather bag, and sometimes she takes maid
with her.
All, the way that girl shops, II would make
a pugilist or cake-walker weary to see the
manner in which she goes about her business
The shop girls tremble as she sweeps along,
coming down on themiwith the plying relent-
lcssress of a Western cyclone. Their arms
give anticipative twinges as they think OF the
boxes they must lift down for her inspection;
of the yards of trimming and ribbons and
laces they must measure for her. They dread
the cool. measured gaze she gives them if
they offer suggestions. and the serious sweet
ness with which she asks unreasonable things,
1t is so hard to be ugly to her. She buys sill
ver buckles and ribbon belts; she buys wells
and hats with nodding flowers: she buys
dainty shoes Of blue canvas with patent
leather toes. and vests with big buttons.
Then she takes quick lunch. jumps into a
cab, and sitting like a serene-faced cherub
amid clouds of lace and muslin and silk. she
drives to her dressmakers. there TO be fitted
and pinched and measured until she drops
''maitee morte' into the biggest arm chair,
and there finds solace for her woes by seeing
her perfect form reflected in the big mirror,
while Mamie concocts milk punch from her
swell flask, always kept in the leather bag.
When she goes home her tresses are dressed
and a refreshing bath taken, she goes down
to dinner only an embryo bud of what she
will be in bewitchingness when the real hot
weather comes.
Her other DAYS are spent in very great
business She goes to the Turkish bath, to
the manicure the hair-dresser. and the
masseuse. She goes flying from her swim
ming lesson to her singing lesson, and when
the guitar teacher follows close upon the
heels of her fathers schooner captain, who
teaches her navigation and how to reef a six
masted schooner. if necessary. she plays a
game of tennis in the back yard Just to get
her hand in, and then goes TO bed latter a
perfumed bath. feeling like goddess"
The girl Of this year who has come from
seminary and college with a close black NOR
tar board resting her sleek, fair head,
does not believe in a smattering of learning
as did the old type of girl. neither does she
believe in learning one thing well, She be-
lieves in doing all things well, and that is the
great way to be popular.
The Drowned sailor laddie will adore her
because she will be resigned in calm and
help him intelligently in a wind. The horsey
man will admire a girl who won't grab his
arm when the animals shy. and who can guide
a gay pair of spankers along a rough road
with locomotive on one side and ravine
on the other. The nancifed man of course
she won't cultivate. because she believes in
nothing Improbable, but she is gentle and
good-hearted, so she can sit in a shady corner
of the porch and talk to him. and he thinks
she's an angel and that lie is the most-favored
man on earth. That is the kind of girl the
Summer girl of "a is, and when the hot
weather comes one will greet you, Alpine
hat in hand, the sweetest, bonniest and
brightest of maidens.
JOSEPHINE MEIGHAN.