Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1895-07-16
ONE SUMMER DAY.
WHAT THE FLUFFY GIRL THOUGHT
WHILE sIPPlNa HER CREAM.

Elaine Genet In the Chicago News
tells the following plain tales about her
sex. She begins with the Ice cream
girl and relates this:
81 hate relatives" began the fluffy
girl, who was surveying deadly glass
Of soda water 10 resigned manner.
"The very idea! !" gasped the girl with
the cherry connection.
"Oh, that's all right for you,' said her
friend Indignantly. "Y0ur relatives all
live million miles away and have jewel
ed ideas as to Christmases, but l guess
II they eternally dropped In on you 10
the way mine do that you couldn't men,
ton them so cheerfully."
ais 1t Aunt Tibbie this timer" queried
the girl who was devouring cherries.
mo, It isn't, snapped her disgruntled
friend. "It's Uncle jeremiah. He
came last Wednesday afternoon when !
was doing my best to entertain that
lovely Frederic Blanc Mango. Frederic
had just finished the funniest Grafton
against bloomers you ever heard, my
dear, and | was mentally calculating
how could ride to the park without
passing his house and was saying that
thought bloomers disgusting and ugly
and sad evidences Of women's deteriora-
| ton"
"Iou mean degeneration" broke Ia
the cherry girl, who had been Shaving
over Max Nordau.
well, anyway" went on the plain
soda girl In the lame way OF women
Who have been put of the track, 81 had
myself worked up toa fine pitch and
Frederic was positively beaming, when
Ia walked Uncle jeremiah with his mos,
reprOving expression on his face and my
new bloomers dangling from his hand
al found your little brothers trouser:
on the front lawn" he began severely.
"They appeared to have blown out OF the
window. Seems TO me it's mighty ex'
travagant to make boys trousers out
OF black silk, Fanny, and your mother
needn't have put so much cloth In them.
"Oh, you were lost.'
mo, wasn't" said the plain soda
girl, viciously. "Do you suppose I've
studied Delsarte and face-control fol
nothing: pinched myself and said in q
steady voice that he was mistaken, that
they were boomers and belonged &c
Daisy Dasher next door, who Was care
less about leaving the window open these
windy days"
Wouldn't she be wrsthy." cooed the
cherry girl, delightedly. IL have seen
the artful thing blush-actually blush
| IL bloomers were mentioned In her pres.
ence when Frederic Blanc Mango was
around"
"Yes, her punishment was deserved,
said the plain soda girl judiciously.
"Tten Of course to be effective had Il
repeat my horror for bloomcrs. Fred
eric said IL made him sad To see how
mannish women were getting and | said
II was indeed disheartening. He said he
wouldn't be caught on the streets with a
girl who had worn boomers and | IT,
solved To burn mine, because he Is get
ting serious In his attentions. He said
whenever he met girl 10 bloomers he
was compelled To go away and read \
poem or gaze on some great painting to
restore his equilibrium and smiled
sympathetically Then started in "a
tell the gist of sermon our minister
had preached against boomers. SUD
denly observed that Frederic's atten-
! ton had wandered. He was staring out
of the window in the absorbed, soulful
way one looks upon the works OF genius.
There was peace and rapture In his eyes
aud gentle smile OF happiness curved
his mobile lips. | WAS afraid TO speak
for fear of disturbing his moment OF in
spira,ion. Then too, gszed out Of the
window"
"What was he looking at?'
AT two stunning girls in bloomcrs,
replied the plain soda girl, shortly.
The cherry girl laughed. III though,
rs much" she said, scornfully. ~ GU
see, know all about it. Tom Phips
spoke OF bloomers one evening, and, TAX
ing my cue from the tone OF his voice,
proceeded to run them into the ground
aud bury them deep. When | had iin-
ished out Of breath he said he was sorry
disliked them because he admired them
very much and thought they were the
only sensible thing for girls 10 wear on n
heel. And have the loveliest bloom
er suit And have TO wear n horrid old
skirt every time ride with him and
turn pale Mt every bloomer suit We meet.
I can't become converted to his view {
too suddenly you know; il wouldn't do.
NO." said the plain soda girl, and
then they both sighed and said one could
never tell about men.