The Forrest City times., 1894-03-02
A YOUNG GIRLS ROOM.
It Is Usually Her Particular Pride and
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Hobby.
 There is nothing that a young girl considers to be so much her own indi- vidual property as the one room in the house that has been given over to her, in which to do as she pleases, and which she can fix up according to her own taste and inclination. This apartment is sort of holy of holies, into which she retires to dream pleasant dreams ar to have good cry over something that has gone wrong during the day.
 It need not be an elaborate room, though of course the more luxurious it's furnishings the prettier it can be made but whether the fittings are from the hands of noted upholsterers or the result of home manufacture, there is to its owner q charu, about this room that no other spot in the house can possibly have.
 To begin with there is an individuals ity about it that appears to be part of the girl herself Into this particular space of her own she has collected souvenirs of every event of importance to herself. and has arranged all around it's walls and on stands and tables pho- tographs of those nearest and dearest to her, and in every nook and corner where her eyes may turn she is greeted by something that tells her a history, though to outsiders it may appear meaningless and trivial
 There are certain bits of furniture that are always necessities in girls room-of these the little tea table, | lxr most prominent The couch is heaped with cushions. If she is wise she never attempts to buy any Of her couch cushions until she has passed through her economical mood. She can't economise on cushions, and she knows it. Because what she gains in money she will loose in temper when she picks bits of down out of her bang for a week after she has filled her l pillows. 1t really does not seem to be difficult thing to transfer few pounds of feathers from q paper-bag to cloth bag. but it is. If you don't be- | lieve this just experiment some day when you have plenty of time. You will be surprised when the little float ing particles fill your eyes and choke l you until you weep. and cover your dark gown till you look for all the world like the lost waif on stage snow scene.
 So the wise girl buys her cushions, and in their cozy depths she nestles for 1 solid comfort of an afternoon, either to read or study, or in sickness when no other place seems quite so comforting to the aching head and tired body. If she is blessed with q large room the couch will perhaps run around one corner of it. Such q couch running under a window on one side of the room and around to the fireplace on the other, with d shelf of favorite books over it and a cosy tea table drawn close alongside, is an invitation to lounge such as the most energetic | find it hard to resist.
 l The desk in a corner near another window, with tall lamp standing sby for use when daylight fails, is general l ly filled with an endless supply of notes and invitations, which she hoards until for lack of space she is obliged to have a regular overhauling and de- stroy all but the most precious of their | cOnltn WHICH tluttCf up every PiSCOb hole. She has her own particular pen | on this desk. and her special style of note paper, and it is her delight to add to the silver fixings that convert the plainest bits of furniture into some. thing bright and attractive.
 The mirror, whether round or square, is made to do duty as photograph holder, and is usually draped with some pretty bit of silk. There are a few books, old favorites; but there are not apt to be many unless the girl is particular studions, but German favors, euchre tallies, grasses from the woods, and dozens of other mementoes of pleasant happening in the past find place in the room of every girl. No matter what her tastes may be it is 1 just the comfort that she gets out of these inanimate objects that makes l girl turn to her own room when she wants to have a thoroughly enjoyable tims.-Chicago Times.