The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-01

bers not caring to form a regular club.
Well, as a social club we may deem it a
success surely, and since the 'ladyes
fare" bless 'e1n, don't care for club
room or a treasury, and all that sort O.
thing, then may they prosper as Just a
simple social organization.
1t has been my pleasure within the past
month TO meet majority of its membe
and truly they are a merry lot. Such
chatter at the photogra piers the morning
the club picture was to be taken! a YER
liable bedIam. where everything was dis
cussed from "Trilby" to the latest things
in sleeves. Imagine the shower OF "he
said's" and ''they says" floating around
the picture-framesl But that picture
Well, IL speaks for itself. Now, truly, did
you ever see a merrier band of iassies?
Unfortunately, but seventeen OF the
thirty members could be present, these
being the Misses Susie and Rena Hubbard,
Ray burn, Jones, Waste, Celine and Nettie
Delmas, Murgotten, Cora Edwards, Pete,
McKenney, January, Gray, Morrill,, Thomp-
son. Giraffe and Mrs. Kate Wilcox.
The recent election OF officers resulted as
ice-president, Miss Alexander; captain,
Miss Celine Delmas; first lieutenant, Miss
Florita Pete; second lieutenant, Miss
Nellie Seybolt; bugler, Miss Edith Muir
gotten.
The bugler objects because she has
HOlHluS 10 DuSle, DuC lear me lNOuIu
take a foghorn to make itself heard on a
club run. Do l insinuate that they are
noisy? Oh, mol not necessarily. But
figure for yourselves: If one girl talks at
the rate of 100 words per minute how
many words per minute will be cast upon
the balmy air by twenty-f girls?
Thy IS 1t that so many OF our girls think
club run without few of those wonder
ful creatures, men, thrown in is not G sue
cess? Seems to me we show very poor
taste-when we can find such truly charm
ing companions among those OF our own
sex. Do you know, girls do not try hard
enough to please one another. They are
too apt, alas 10 save for the evening caller
the smile that would have cast shadow out
of comrades heart earlier in the day.
After all. these lords of creation are
sorry kings upon topping throne, and the
new woman, arrayed in everything mas
culine but buckskin trousers, is simply
going to turn that throne upside down and
use the pieces TO train the young idea how
TO shoot. True, when the crash comes she
may be buried in the ruins, but little will
she care as long as she had the satisfaction
OF causing the commotion. One Of the
new women | do favor is the cool assam
1clcle, bicycle, tricycle. miss who pedals
about our glorious country In boomers
and sweater and declares herself an in
dependent candidate for future health
and happiness.
The summer girls, arrayed in dainty
silks and lawns, are sweet-ceTtainly they
are-but, like the finest cut glass, they are
only for company. They are of little use,
other than to smile prettily, sigh softly,
sing sweetly and die-happily, knowing
the swell undertaken will escort them to
the door of the very best crematory, and
their ashes will repose in silver urn of the
latest design.
BAIL What we want to-day is woman,
not a French doll-a living, breathing
creature bubbling over with health and
happiness, not goddess paying doctor s
fees. Let US, be-bloomered and be-iacketed,
wheel away care and bring happiness to
those around US. Don't you agree with
THE GIPI.