The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1896-01-10
NEWS AND VIEWS.


vocate of the apotheosis of the hideous
in the way of ornaments I sat opposite
q woman in an 81" train the other day
who, irreproachably gowned and bon
neted, wore among the laces at her
throat a grewsome ebony coffin as a
brooch. A smart young woman who
spent the summer in Paris called on me
one day last week. AS she threw back
her velvet cape I noticed a pin thrust
among the jet fringes of her bodice. It
was golden gallows tree, and from it
dangled the golden corpse of a hanged
man. expressed my horror at this mis-
guided freak of fancy. "Why, that's my
maseotl'' exclaimed the young lady. ST
picked that up in Paris. Every other
woman was wearing gallows for good
luck. -
Quite a recent fad in the line of Or
namentation is to have diamonds set for
eyes in the head of the mink or sable of
your fur boa. I know a great swell who
took her $500 diamond earrings and had
them set in the head of her ermine boa.
The boa was stolen about a week after
ward.
One of the gowns in the trousseau Of
Miss Emma Rockefeller, the daughter
of the Standard Oil magnate, was shown
me by an obliging modiste. It was an
evening robe of palest turquoise satin.
There was deep bertha of cream duch-
ess lace falling over the shoulders. This
was headed by roll of turquoise vel
vet, knotted here and there in butterfly
bows. There was also pointed belt of
the pale blue velvet. It was simple
and exquisite robe.
There is fashion in everything, even
in eggs and butter. In those quarters of
the town where wealthy people dwell
are the daintiest dairy shops imaginable
that cater to the swell trade. Here fancy
butter, with the stamp of some famous
farm, sells as high as 81. rs per pound.
The eggs, each in a compartment of
dainty paper box, are also stamped
'Fstrictly fresh and retail for so cents
per dozen. The cream and milk from
these immaculate dairy shops are usual
~ delivered at fashionable houses by
servant in livery.
Yvette G1ilbert, whose advent has
been the theatrical event of the week, is
not pretty woman. She is ugly, gaunt
and slovenly in gait. She sings remark
ably nasty songs in Partisan accent no
Yankee can understand, however much
he may pretend to. I think the public
will soon weary of this latest French
freak. I saw her on Broadway a day or
so since. She looks very like the carioa-
lures Of herself and would pass easily
for fin de steele poster. Her eyes are
knowing and her hair an extraordinary
shade--a sort of delicate ginger.
That miserable, wretched little beast,
the dachshund, that waddled its way
for some time into fashions ranks, has
a rival now i'll the Aberdeen terrier. The
fashionable young woman now parades
Fifth avenue of a morning leading the
spunky and hardy little Scotch dog, who
scents an enemy in every other dog he
meets, growing and swapping and car
rying chip ON his shoulder. Fox ter
riers, French spaniels and pugs are not
in it these days. In fashion, as else
where, every dog has his day.
The dean of Barnard college, the
woman's annex of Columbia, is Miss
Emily James Smith, the youngest wom-
an to hold such position in this coun-
try. Miss Smith is fair and girlish look
ing, with a most serious and intense
manner. She was the second American
girl to attend Girton college, in Eng
land. She is an enthusiastic bicyclist,
believing it to be the ideal exercise for
that the ballot is coming to woman and
earnestly desires she should intelligent
~ prepare herself to WELD it.
One sees drol1 things always in cable
cars. was greatly diverted a day or so
since by little episode in a Broadway
car. A big, brawny fireman, in the pic
turesque scarlet lined blue coat of his
order, stood patiently for a long time.
At last he got a seat and dropped into
it with long drawn sigh of utter ex-
haustion, and in moment was fast
asleep, dreaming, perhaps, of last nights
fire, when he battled with smoke and
fame. His arm rested ON the window
sill, and his helplessly swaying hand
dangled a pair of coarse buckskin
gloves. Next him sat Miss Manhattan.
gorgeous to behold. Her gown was
smart, so was her hat. and, 10, the hair
of her was frizzed like sixty! She sat
stiff, naughty, with a we'll bred, lady
like expression round the mouth. Sud
denly the fireman lurched little, his
hand dropped. and the buckskin gloves
tapped against her exclusive back hair.
That bright dream was his last. He
awoke with a start, to meet a look be-
fore which Numidian lion would have
quailed and shivered. The poor fellow
was SO terrified that, stammering an
awkward apology, he rose and went out
on the front platform to cool his burn
ing brow. Myself, heartily wished he
had knocked her bonnet off.
There is a funny little italian restau-
rant down town much affected by news
paper men and women. Not long since
a very well known editor took, mirabile
dictuI his wife and his mother-in-Iaw
there to dine. AS the cheap claret flowed
the fun became noisy. At last, about IL
O'Clock, a young stage dancer sprang up
from the table at which she was dining
with three artists, and lifting her volu-