The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-08


circular movement, manipulation has
grown to be the style, and though the
queStlon, Have YOU manipulated any to-
oays" Is, TO say the least, embarrassing
when propounded before a party of gen
Ilemen, as one mischievous girl did the
otaer Gay to her rival, the dear girls are
dong 1t with vengeance.
IL IS positively tiresome and fatiguing,
trying to be beautiful, " said one wornout
girl the other morning, but you know it
IS the fad, and one might as well be out
OF the world as not to be up TO the latest
Poor little silly head. A little indie
pendence in thinking, a little exhibition
OF character, would remedy the trouble
ano you would be happier and society
would respect you more. Society has a
great respect for those people who are
sensible enough sometimes to rise above
its fads and foibles.
Here is story, says the New York
Tribune oddly indicative of the artistic
temperament and of the providence that
always seems TO watch over its possessors.
MISS A., an amateur artist of real a bill
lty, and her escort, Mr.. X, a we'll
known painter, boarded a oable-car the
other day, after a somewhat fatiguing
walk IN the park, and to the confusion of
the gentleman and the dismay of the LADY,
1AOy bOtu 1Ouuu budJ bQ6y ldQ not q
penny between them. A sudden thought
struck Miss A.
wait minute!' she exclaimed, when
they had reluctantly decided to get
hastily out and trudge YEARLY home on
1901; and diving down through a hole in
the pocket of her jacket, she CROPPED
wildly between the inside lining and the
cloth. Uttering joyful little exclama-
ton, she soon drew out a coin which, of
course, proved to be just 10 cents required
for their fare.
An advanced young woman, saws the
New York Advertiser, writes as follows:
For centuries men have had their way
with US women. In China they pinched
our feet, in Greece and Rome our minds,
in Italy and Spain our consciences, in
France our waists, in Germany our lib
erty, in Old England our spirits and IN
New England our stomachs Everything
that hampers our movement, from our
corsets to our faith, is the work of man.
They have even denied US the sacred
right, vested in us by Mother Nature, of
choosing our own mates.
Mature intended that we should do
the wooing, and see signs of an uprising
at last among my sisters, Of rebellion
against this most ancient tyranny. One
poet has been honest enough 10 tell US
that Mans love is like mans life, thing
apart; tbs woman's whole existence and
II we women have so much at stake in
this risk, why shouldn't we be permitted
to place it in company of our own free
choosing?
Il shall never, never be satisfied until
have been permitted to make love to a
man according to my own sweet will
Beginning at the very first meeting
want 10 enjoy the novel sensation Of tell
ing young man how l admire him, how
his large gray eyes fascinate me, how l
was struck by his graceful figure. his fine
open countenance, bronzed to a soft brown
and lighted by such cam and thought
full smile. And then, not with downcast
eyes, but looking him straight in his fine
honest face, | want to take his hand and
say: Mr.. Thomas, l am none of your
gushing society girls, with no thoughts
above marrons glaces and pretty faced
actors, / am young woman of sense,
and ripe, wholesome sentiment May l
not have the pleasure of meeting you
again2
Il should want to taste in small mouth
fuls of bliss that soft and gentle gradient
which leads to the telling of ones love in
English, with no hens or haws, but
straight to the point Something like this
Dear Tom, how grandly handsome you
look tonight. Nay, my dear Tom, don
blush, you can't help it; have heard it
said that your father was an uncommonly
handsome man; it's a matter of inheri-
lance, dear Tom; pedigree, don't you
know. My hair is naturally curly. Don {
be afraid of disarranging my bangs. You
may kiss this hand of mine if you choose,
Tom. The boys all tell me it's
very white and pretty, but l haven t
let any of them hold it. I've been wait
ing for you dearest Tom. Might I sit
beside you' Don't be frightened, Tom
there's no rice powder to rub oil on your
coat. Thanks again. You really like me,
don't you, TOmi No, not that picture,
that's only portrait Of me; look this
way, darling. No imitation is half so
good as the original This way again,
dearest. l love you with all a true
woman's heart and soul. Can't you see it
in my eyes, Isn't it visible on my very
lips And so on through the whole gamut
of sweet nothings until at length with
sweet coyness his love burst the bonds of
his collegiate bashfulness, and he whis-
pered that he was my own"
The New York Advertiser says that
any woman should know that nothing will
relieve the chafed lips and nostrils which
usually accompany cold in the head like
pure mutton tallow. 1t is at once sooth-
ing and healing.
That in putting away wOolenS for the
season there should always be kept out
an extra blanket for each bed and some
flannel for each person in case of cold,
rainy weather or illness.
That fine lace. if it is torn, should be
mended before sending TO be cleaned If
you do not know the lace stitch, simply
darn with very fine thread in meshes
about the same as those in the lace.
That dark stains may be removed from
silver by rubbing them with a soft linen
cloth dipped in sulphuric acid, then
Frightening with some good silver powder
like the Queens or Electro Silicon.
That the use of a brush should be
avoided as much as possible in cleaning
silver, only soft cloth and chamois skin
being employed, as these do not wear the
silver as brush does.
That a simple way of cleaning an oil
picture is to wash it with a soft sponge in
very weak solution of whisky and water
then dry it by going over with a clean,
soft silk handkerchief This will do ii it
is not much soiled; otherwise it would be
best to send it TO a person who makes
picture cleaning a profession.
That in joining pieces of fur they should
| lay the two edges together and pass the
needle and thread back and forward on
the wrong side, in the way that carpet
seams are sewed, so as to unit the two
edges evenly and fat without making a
ridge; then hide the seam by sewing a
strong tape along IL on the wrong side.
That sand sOaD will clean the bOVe,