The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1896-04-12
THE GOTHAM GOSSIP.
NEWS AND VIEWS BY EDITH SESSIONS
TUPPER.
sour Chauncey" and the Tramp-A Nighr
at the opera-The '.Scrojsck--A New
singer-ThA Extravaganza OF Women
Criticised.
$50 Correspanaeace.l

Especial Correspondence.
New YORK, Feb. Ill heard an
swfully good new story about Chauncey
Depew the other day. / don't believe it
has yet seen print. Here it is: Mr.
Depew was taking his walk abroad
quite recently when ne met tramp,
who begged him for the price OF a meal.
In burst of generosity Mr.. Depew save
him half dollar. The beggar, over
whelmed at his munificence, took of
his hat and bowed unto the earth.
May ] not inquire, he asked, ito
whom I have the honor TO be indebted
for this magnificent loan?' Genial
Chauncey quickly replied: Certainly;
the Hon. Grover Cleveland, president
Of the United States. May not inquire
whom l have the honor 20 assist in his
financial straits?' Quick as a flash
came the tramp's answer Certainly;
the Hon. Chauncey Depew. president of
the New York Central railroad. -
saw young Mrs Astor at the opera
last Wednesday evening. She was prob
ably more stared at than any other
woman in the house. She is certainly q
very handsome woman, a brunette,
with brilliant coloring. While she is
slender her neck and arms are not pain
fully thin. She was exquisitely gowned
in superb white satin, trimmed with
laces fine as cobwebs, deep bertha fall
ing over the shoulders She wore no
Jewels, save one diamond comb, which
glittered amid the masses of her dark,
abundant hair. The great leader of New
York society for 90 years, her husbands
mother, sat with her in their box. Old
lady Aston was in black velvet, the
front of which was one mass of jewels.
am gratified to remark she was not
decollete.
In the box next that of the Astors sat
an old lady so faded and CHASTITY she
looked as if she might have arisen from
the tomb for this special occasion, and,
alas, she was horribly decolletei 1t was
a sad and sickening sight. John Jacob
Aston sat behind his wife and mother,
devoted to both, but promptly effacing
himself and withdrawing into the back
ground when other gentlemen entered to
pay their respects to his family. It is
said by those who know that young Mrs.
Aston has most auiable disposition or
she could not get on with her mamma
in-law SO beautifully.
Have you scrojack?" Perhaps you
don't know what 'tscrojack" is. I'll
tell you. 1t is a familiar and an evil
imp who is ever at your elbow, planning
worry, mischief and annoyance for you.
1t is your "scrojack" that makes you
lose your collar button in the morning
when you are dressing in deuce of
hurry to catch a train, and forces you
on all tours to hunt for it under bed and
bureau, and then suddenly causes it to
reappear in plain sight where you know
you have looked dozen times. 1t is the
"scrojack' who smashes the china and
glass, and makes the chimney smoke,
and hides your eyeglasses, and spills
things, and does all sorts of damage.
Every family has one--a miserable. in
visible sprite, who mocks and jeers at
you after it has driven you to drink or
profanity. 1t is we'll known artist who
has given this unseen witness it's Gu
phonious name. Henoeforth blame your
self for nothing. Blame all mishaps.
calamities and general cussedness on
your "scrojack.
saw Miss Ellen Yaw, the young wo-
man with the formidable voice, the 9TH
er morning at the Waldorf Where she
keeps it is mystery, for a more fragile
looking girl / never beheld. She looks
as if she might break if you touched her.
Her German Gretchen hair was filleted
with black velvet ribbon, and over her
dainty mauve silk bodice, powdered with
blurred roses, she wore a sable boa to
protect the wonderful machinery in her
delicate throat. Miss Yaw did not make
the tremendous sensation her manager
predicted. Her voice has a remarkable
compass, and her trill is excellent, but
certainly many of her higher notes bear
a suspicious resemblance TO a plain, ev-
eryday squeal.
Nine. Calve has with her as compa-
gnon du voyage this season a very clever
and distinguished Ang 10 Frenchwoman,
Mrs. Rhodes, better known as Mime.
Guy d 'Hardelot, the composer. To the
writer Mrs Rhodes recently expressed
her undisguised disapproval of the ex-
travagance of American women in dress.
It seems to the observant lady, who has
been everywhere this winter, that COM
paratively few American men give
themselves any social relaxation.
Where are they?' she asked. SAT |
their Ofnces Shaving ana toll1ng TO MAKE |
money for their wives and daughters to |
spend upon their backs. They are the |
most indulgent husbands in the world. |
Certainly were ever TO marry again I |
should want an American. But when 1 |
see such willful, needless extravaganza |
in dress, when there Is so much TO be |
done with money in the world, it seems |
- Mrs. Rhodes is not far out |
of the way. Certainly never was more
money spent upon dress than at the |
present time; never were fabrics richer
or more tempting; never were colors so
alluring, never jewels so seductive
The worst feature. however, of this
question is the example set before self
and working women. Look
at our working girls Their clothing is
a cheap and tawdry imitation of that