The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1895-04-25
TRIALS OF A FAT wcMLa.
With Increase of rIe.h Comes Additional
yexatIons of Spirit.

But to a fat woman the trials of eS.
istence are especially severe.
We have noticed that the fat woman
is generally developed from the slim
and elegant young girl. At eighteen,
she was greatly admired for her fine
figure and her fairly waist Why 1T lie
that girls OF this class take on adipose
tissue so readily is one of the mystic.
ries whichwe do not pretend to be able
to fathom.
Perhaps you know how IL is yourself
Maybe you are a fat womsn. IL so,
you know how pleased you were when
you first began to get little more
fleshy." and how you thought your
health was improving, and how happy
you were when you met Miss Brown,
who is lean and scraggy, to hear her
exclaim: We'll, | declare how fat you
are growing"
For you knew she was envious of
your good looks; and what will make
woman so happy as to feel that an.
other woman is envious of her?
You look in your glass with smiles
dissatisfaction wreathing your counte.
nance. Those wrinkles which were be-
r
around your mouth, and at the cor.
ners of your eyes, are smoothed out,
and your face looks rubicund and
young again. Flesh wards off age
wonderfully.
When you meet an old acquaintance,
who is rather thin, you congratulate
yourself that you are IN no danger of
drying up and blowing away" for
though there is no tangible proof that
anybody ever did dry up and blow
away, il Is the custom to use that eX-
preston when speaking of thin people.
by and by the case assumes a new
aspect. Your dresses have to be let
Out, and from wearing belts of twenty
inches you find yourself requiring those
of twenty-five inches, which rapidly
increase TO thirty, and your dressmaker
advises you to pull in your corset
strings and TO wear double whale bones:
and you do SO, and go around sweating
and putting, and with a pain in the side
from the unnatural compression. Your
aose grows red from the rush of blood
70 its extremity, and some of your
friends hint at ale and lager, and won
der how it is that women will do such
things! 1t is bad enough for men, but
women-oh dear!
AT last there comes a time when cor.
set strings are of no avail Positive
corpulency has set in. Your cheeks
are puffy, your eyes fall back out of
sight, your face grows red all over,
double chin develops itself, and it can
no longer be denied that you are fat
woman.
Then your trials begin in earnest.
All your friends take the matter in
hand.
They talk it over and get the pun.
ishments ready for you. Just as soon
as they see you they open their broad.
side.
why, mercy on me! How fat you
are! How much do you weighP Don't
you feel uncomfortable? What an old
fatty! How your cheeks do hang
| down! Aren't you dropsical? Do you
suppose your fat is good? Don't you
dread warm weather." and so on,
through the whole category of excla
nations which every fat person knows
SO well, and detests so thoroughly.
When you enter a store to buy o
dress, the clerk looks at you with the
eye of one who understands your case,
and knows how to suit it. He shows
! you stripes, with the remark that
stripes" make person look taller and
! thinner. When you tell him, half-pet-
tishly, as of course you will, that you
hate stripes, he will elevate his eye
brows, smile at you pityingly, and re
ply:
We'll, really, ma'am, you should not
DO so, for stripes are designed express
ly for stout ladiesr'
You buy what you please, and take
it to your dressmaker, with the request
that she cut it with a tight-titting bas.
que and full skirt-which you special
ly admire, but she will lift her hands
in horror, and eXclaim:
'Why, Mrs. A.!sIt will be frightfully
unbecoming! You are so stout! and
that style of basque is adapted only to
| slender figures!"
At social parties, and at gatherings
of all kinds, you are squeezed and
hustled about. and gay young people
are audibly wishing that fat woman"
would stand round, and saucy young
sters make remarks about 1.-The ele-
phant," and wonder when she is going
on exhibition in dime museum.
When you occupy a seat in the rail-
way car the conductor says something
about two tickets, and the men in
quest of seats never offer to stick
themselves in beside you, and the hack
man looks ruefully at the steps of his
carriage when you are getting into it,
md he pats his horses as if to reassure
chem. and as IL he would say:
Put yourselves to the work, boysl
You've got to pull for it!'
And when you alight at your own
door, and pass by crowd of Irish boys
and lasses just coming from a wake,
you hear Biddy Rines telling jimmy
O'Toole:
AN shure it is that fat Mrs. A! as
everybody knows by the sight of her!
Fatter than any blissid pig in county
Tipperary"
You will live out your life, reminded
constantly of how fat you are; and
when you die you will be put into a
/ coffin of extra size, and all your ac-
| quaintances will come TO the funeral
and look at you, and exclaim TO each
other behind their mourning pocket
| handkerchiefs:
How awfully fat she was?"-New.
ark Times-Standard.
Thoughtful Guide.
Guide in the Alps-Yonder is where