The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1896-06-09
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The weather suggests outdoor diver
sions. Pienics. boating parties, flower
shows, at which women in their wealth
of Summer bravery rival the glory of
scenery. But as all such advertisements
have become a trihe hackneyed. the rest
less mind of the woman fond of novelty
casts about for something new with
which to entertain her friends. 4F
1 heard yesterday of an entertainment
given last week by a Southern woman
who possessed the double charm Of or
iginality and beauty. T. was an al
fresco breakfast given on a perfect day.
The hostess is a lover of outdoor life
and sports and she elected that her
guests should be RECALLED in a double
sense with nature beauties and bounties
at the same time.
The spot selected was a wide glade in
a pine wood near the house. The floor
was carpeted with fragrant grown need
les and wildwood blossoms varied the
carpet of sombre brown.
Indian curtains were swung between
the trees shutting in the glade to great
er privacy though failing to shut out
dim. cool. green woodland vistas.
The feast was informal. Rustic chairs
were placed in groups. The table was
covered with a shimmering white cloth,
and the floral decorations. gathered from
the hills and recesses of the wood. were
tall ferns of many varieties of delicate
green and masses of heavy scented
waxy owered pink and white trailing
arbutuss In the center of the table a
large pink jardiniere filled with masses
of the fragrant arbutus blooms gave
the color note to the table and from the
bowl down the center of the table on
either side a large rope of the same
flowers and a delicate fringe of ferns
reached to the head and foot of the
board
The white china was quantity shaped.
The viands served from it We're those
delicacies to be enjoyed with the great
est zest in early spring-broiled chick
ems. tender .green peas, fresh tomato
salad. The earliest offerings of the gar
den.
The crown of the feast was not the
dainty pink and white ices, but a large,
ideal strawberry shortcake. filled to
overfowing with berries and heaped high
with a quantity of whipped cream.
IL ndo tAC O4AO1 NA2hS
called by tina name, but a short crisp
dough nearly like rich biscuit dough,
baked in a sheet to "a delicate brown,
split through the middle and buttered.
The well-sweetened berries were piled
between the buttered crusts and the
whole covered with whipped cream.
1t was an ideal feast, this May break
fast. in which every sense was gratiied.
The ear with the liquid notes that the
knocking bird poured forth, swaying
Familiarity above in the branches as
though conscious of his human audience.
The bugle-like n6te of the naughty, fash
ing Kentucky cardinal in a thicket, that
somehow stirs the pulse as a martial
note.
The siblant hum of many gauzy wing
ed insects. The air was laden with the
resinous breath of pines and myriads of
opening wild flowers.
The gowns Of the women who attended
this delightful entertainment were the
ideal Summer frocks. Dainty Powered
organizes and dimities, lace trimmed and
crisp; straw garden hats laden with
grasses and brilliant flowers, parasols as
light and airy as a summer breeze, COM
pleted a very vivid picture of al fresco
life, charming alike in picturesque beauty
and elegant simplicity.
The gown worn by the hostess was of
fine FRENCH ~organdie, a cream ground
sprigged thickly with roses in faintest
pink. Down each seam of the front and
side breadths of the skirt a taffeta rib
bon of pale green reached from the belt
and terminated in a bow near the hem.
Hive hou,~ 1f tho ,.ibIan m tho oh 1,,ilorc
and elbows and a collar and bow for the
neck completed a very simple yet fetch
ing costume.
The hat was of sunburnt straw twisted
into an indescribable shape, and made
lovely with huge bows of yellow taffeta
ribbon A Mttle faint green grass and a
few crushed roses of silk gauze.
It was an ideal breakfast, bringing to
mind the French fashion of entertaining
out Of doors.
If a hostess of a country house
is wanting for a pleasant novelty let her
try this.
1t is deplorable that we, when judg-
ing those nearest and dearest to us.
should show so little confidence in them.
We say and think that we trust those
whom we love, but do we really trust
them? Let the friend of years seem
to slight us, let her be irritable or
~thoughtless, are we not Immediately
hurt. and do we not say to our wound
ed selves: She does not love me much,
or she would not treat me so?"
Past record certainly counts for
something. 1t does not In our Judgment
of the friend whom We meet on our
drive. We stop to speak to her. and
she looks grave and distract. shows little
interest in what we have to say. Unless
we are very charitable we drive on
with a sensation of indignant resentment
burning in our bosom. We regret having
stopped to speak to our friend. She
seemed actually bored. It was scarcely
polite to her to act as she did. Never
mind; she need not fear that We will
repeat the offense. We can take a snub
when it is intended for US.
Why does not some good angel sug-
gest here a thought of this friends s'past
record?" Is She not the same woman
who came to see us daily when we were
I'll, who has often denied herself pleas
ures, sacrificed her own i~nclinations to
help us? And all that goes for naught
before the thought that she has once