St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-01-06

for tea. and says not TO mind any
other order"
"And what do you do?"
non, send nothing till late, and
then -'
A NAH came in for bouquet The
posy HShop Keeper glanced nj the masses
of roses and peonies and sweet peas.
ANY particular cOlOr?' -
Nope. Something to look well with
this suit
The eyes of the shop keeper travelled
over the customer, and his eyebrows
and shoulders were raised in sympa-
thetc unison.
"You said bouquet" he murmured,
as he reached for silver boat swinging
to and fro in the window. Then he Of
fered the customer the choice OF It's
contents. The tweed suit bad to DO
matched, so a yellow-eyed daisy was
placed in the coat lapel and the wearer
walked down the avenue.
Sport" said the flower seller shortly.
"Yod can tell man by his appearance
sometimes. but very often you are de-
ceived. Now, dude came in here the
other day. 1t was just after II, and he
was wrapped up in long cape and
wore evening clothes. thought he was
probably going to pour tea at one of
these Bohea parties given in studios.
He looked to the manor born. He
hunted around and said, You must eX-
euse me for taking so much time. but l
am an artist and have certain ideas
about things l thought he was the
most spick and span-looking artist I'd
ever come across, but said no more,
and he hunted around this shop until
what do YOU think he ch0seH
IAN orchid?"
No, by George! He chose q scarlet
geranum. He said he liked the COM
bination of black and red, and gerani-
ums were simple and significant. l
tell You | was ashamed of him going out
of my shop. He had good tailor and
a good shirtmaker, which made him
look well, but don't tell me that any
one could make gentleman of him.
No, Sirn'
The big brass knob ratified. and in
walked Greek god whose figure and
face caused more than one matinee girl
sleepless nights. His peachy complex
ion, curly golden hair. and StalWart
bearing would make fine picturesque
society man OF him. but his life is on
Broadway, where peroxide blondes per-
ambulate. and all conversation is of the
boards"
This girlhood's idol picked out the
largest bunch of violets in the filigree
jardiniere, and stood like soldier until
it was pinned OH.
Fit for his wife more'n for him."
grunted the Storekeeper, as his actor
customer disappeared.
Its curious about men-but here
comes man. Now, watch what he
chooses"
Mr.. Van Tynen chose a few white
carnations, emblems of peace and unos-
tentation and reSpectabllity.
The fashions in coat flowers change
curiously. Three years ago Knicker-
booker club men wore fifty violetS. In
summer they wore any blossom that
they wished; for evening white, of
course, usually gardenias.
Then came the day when three carna-
tons in the center and twenty-five vio+
lets surrounding them were considered
''la dernIere chase chic" 1t was all
awful custom. All this time actors and
newspaper men and Other denizens of
Bohemia were Haunting red carnations
and white hyaclnthS and lilies Of tie
valley, and then came the reign of the
white carnatlon. Green, OF course, was
worn, but the color gave its wearer
too much significance.
The Knickerbockerc club man of today
likes white flowers i'll his coat lapel; a
bit Of ian orange blossom" while such
sentiment can be INDUCED in, is one
mans standing order; while gardenias
and white asters are not infrequently
seen. Lily of the valley Is suitable for
the poetlcal young man, and the person
who parts his name III the middle affects
white roses. But the favorites are the
stiff carnations which look so eminently
free from scandal.
The masculine girl seldom wears
flowers in large quantities, but she
wears lapel poses and sweet peas.
When in season, asters, velvets or car
nations are worn by her. She is per-
fectIy oblivi0uS to them, however. She
does not sniff lovingly at them or look
at them or feel them as some women
treat flowers. She wears them as a man
wears his coat flower, with that cold
and icy ignorance Of the fact which
JeemeS bears toward his rosette or
Luggins displays toward his cockade.