The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-02
Wonlan's World.

an +hsfr smart tailor-made SUITS Win
.-.,r,ac,ilate shirt bosoms as worn
s-arner sex in effective evidence.
- therefore, my mother remarked
,rA We saw one day and asked in
-''-,ss,ive tone why did not wear
determined to crafty her ana
confessed ambition at the same
50 / ordered a waistcoat bodice 10
--' s,,-rishing store selecting a couple o.
~ with the proper studs, ties, Guns
arr ire time everything was ready, ana
rbs next morning essayed my ne" p slI,
- When I got the shirt on IeIt
- i'm a board. A glance at my race
y - class showed IL grim and deter
- but this, however olo not tilliih
s--ange. for who could smile set IN
l's t-5en came the struggle with the col
, reU YOU the half of mems trou-
iiss with collar buttons has never oeeh
,o-4 Ten times by actual count got
mar naddening collar around 10 the 'front.'
ma fsn times lost the button out before
T. Could get the ends to hold together.
A. last. however, at the eleventh attempt
he thing was done, and 1 stopped
fsU moments to recover myself. Ny race
80 NET with perspira ton, my hair was
ont OF curl. my fingers were aching win
the Juggling al the sim linen, ana the
shirt bosom was wrinkled in big, cavern
me wrinkles that l could not remember
80 noticed on other shirt bosOms of
NV acquaintance, either masculine or fem
.tTbe cuffs were a good deal of bother.
hut they were ease and comfort compared
m the collar, and the tie, finally, after
half a dozen trials, consented TO resolve
itself into a bow that would have eter-
nallv disgraced clubman, but Mhlch
seemed to me to be not too awful Then,
Ell
m f0uch IL in my ramrOd condition was
as impossible as to hang day S WASH
on a trolley line, l pinned set OF Du-
reau frizzes in my hat, went downstairs
and got the maid to spike the nat on,
and then dawned on my mother.
You look warm, dear, was the eX-
tent of her commendation and her criti-
cism was that she thought the shirt bos-
TO remedy it was beyond Pe. So l affect
cd an airy nonchalance which 1 did not
feel said / guessed it would settle after
had worn it little and started out.
~ hesitated whether l should take a
cable or elevated car. and finally decided
in favor of the former. That uncompro-
missing. bestudded front ! was wearing,
with that choking collar, affected my en-
tire anatomy. l had no freedom of move
ment about me and the thought of climb
ing the stairs to an elevated station was
distressing.
when I was shot as usual into the
car after boarding It, 1 made the usual
grab at the strap. only TO find instantly
that I had calculated without that bosom,
and sprawed helplessly over three or
four persons At the same moment l was
conscious that something had given way
somewhere, and when had glngerly seat
ed myself on the edge Of the cushion
discovered that the lower stud button was
gone. 1t was just below where the bodice
buttoned over and no harm would result
II the top stud remained at its post. But
hi asot, f,-
sailed me and brought a cold dampness TO
my brow. / maintained a firm and erect
rigidity; l drew easy and limited breaths
lest a swelling inhalation should do the
mischief; ! could hear the creaking of
the linen as it yielded to the strain. but
! hoped for the best. The conductor came
for my fare; l opened my purse with an
effort and gave him a dime; he handed
me back a nickel, and as / reached for
the coin and gingerly tried to take it. ii
slipped from my fingers. Instinctively
reached forward, and-pop! went that last
stud like firecracker. 1t shot across the
car, struck a window, and rebounded to
the floor, while the shirt, relieved, CAPPED
long and widely.
Every body around me smiled, and a
wretched man picked up the stud and re-
turned it to me. l got out of the car
and nome as best L could, and out, too
of that awful shirt Since then I've rev
eled in the softest and blousiest of silk
blouses, with blazer jackets. Shirt fronts
are for some women, but they are not for
memo, never again.
The young Duchess of Marlborough, says
the Boston Transcript, has made, it is
understood, an extremely agreeable i'm
preston in England 1t is mentioned there
that she is rapidly gaining the affections
OF her English relatives and connect Ems
and the people about Bleinheim are de.
lighted with her One enthusiast writes:
Were we asked what was the mos
n sic &C. a.
palace. with its glad and grand surround
lngs, we should answer a large painting
portrait in the first room we entered The
lair face upon the canvas was that of the
present Duchess of Marlborough The
peautful eyes are almost black, and Sc
expressive. In spite of all the other beau
ues Of Blenheim, they seemed ever the
falrest sight; sweetly they linger in mem
Dry inspire the soul. and are a moving
influence for good. Because this younG
duchess has come as a bride, crossed the
Dlue Atlantic some think she is a stranger
10 our land; but this is a mistake Wher
tny child of three she came to England
and has Voyaged the ocean so often since
mat the flying Hollander, with his phan
tom vessel and his phantom crew, is no
more familiar with the perils of the sea
II IS pleasant to notice at Blenheim how
S5ES9ery one loves her grace. Marlborough
uld not conquer his enemies as she ha!
conquered the hearts of her people"
Ahother English observer in commenting
vi me successful dinner parties lately
gwen by the duke and duchess at theil
london house, says concerning the youns
huy thdt she is quiet, natural, and very
sweet IN disposition. She is not exactly
pretty, but she has a sweet and charminE
5dce' a clear, rather pale complexion. anC
uaIK mar and deep, clear blue eyes, which
o-leh look quite dark. She is very tall anC
SSuSht and carries herself erect and grace
iuIy- Her voice is pretty, and altogethei
t reI grace IS really great social acquisi
That Old Song
lis Us strange that in that old, old song.
IHefes something sadly sweet,
AS a broken heart had wrought
Upon It's measured beat.
rs strange that music could disturb
me Such depths of sullen pain,
ms sense of drear unworthiness-
VI living all in vain.
rs rs strange; and yet perhaps tbs well;
A., ne soul at time must wake,
an M waves from Gods unknown sea.
1nelr subtle force must break.
now low many chords are tensely strung
pom this harp called life,
-" many dreams are brightly shaped.
apart from worldly strife.
many dreams are brightly shaped,
u"ndt hopes the fancy weaves,
-" many castles left their walls