The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-10-04


very nicely, but l should like to have an
opportunity 10 see it with the dress"
hoor walker was called. 1t was arranged
that Kate should leave a deposit, take
the collarette on approval, and return it
that same afternoon.
There was no more stylish and happy
girl gazing upon the matinee idol that af-
ternoon than Kate, collarette and ALL Al
ter the matinee the girls ram back, said
they were so sorry the collar didn't
match, and Kate got her money back
Then Maud declared, REALLY you can do
anything in New York; we might Just as
well have got a whole dress and a horse
and carriage"
Hi cavn't do it. We kneow. Hits ag'in
me bloomin' principles. don't We know"
This was uttered by a refined young girl
to companion in a music store yesterday
says the New York Press She followed il
with lot more coclIney slang of the most
pronounced type, with sundry uncouth
gestures populariy supposed TO he those of
the London street vendor in his moments
of relaxation.
What does that mean?" repeated the
clerk, when the two girls had skipped out
with parting glance over their respec-
tive shoulders. "Dhey have the prevailing
craze for coclSney songs that is all, 1t used
TO excite my curiosity al first, but l am
used to 1t now. All the girls seem to
be getting It,"
From distant part of the store, behind
a screen, came the words of "Knawcked
i'm in the Hold Kent Rowd," with piano
accompaniment. 1t was a mans voice, but
as tho last echoes of the chords died away
there was a convulsive giggle OF delight in
feminine tones.
do you hear that?" asked the clerk
That is one of our men singing coster
song for a young woman whose father is
ny h..
learn that song, and two or three others
of the same stamp, and sing them at some
of the most exclusive parties to be given
this winter. 1t is a fad, and the girls have
1t badly"
''Plunk-a- PUNK PUNK plunk-plunk"
1t was the twanging of a banjo IT ended
with wild sweep across the strings In a
crash of harmony, betokenng that the in
strument was in the hands of an adept
That's the girl playing. She is a. good
banjoist, and she plays the mandolin and
guitar, too" continued the clerk. THE
banjo has been her favorite instrument
But she does not seem to care for anything
now except the coster songs, with a few
Bowery ditties for change now and then.
1t is the banjo girl that sings these songs
In almost every case. You see, girls have
certain bent of mind, unsteady, and you
can always tell about what they want. The
banjo is a free-and-easy instrument, and
these coclxney dialect and Bowery tough
songs are also free-and-easy And there
you are We are selling more of that kind
of songs now than we have before since
we have been in this business, and I've
been selling music for fifteen years There's
the girl now"
She was a petite, fair-haired, timid mai
den, in the hight of fashion as to dress,
who looked neither to the right or left
She clasped to her bosom a roll of music
and hummed softly to herself.
"Ow would you loike Lola fer yer 9TH
er nyme?"
Then she stepped lightly across the side
walk and entered a stylish carriage, as
liveried footman held the door respective
ly, and the policeman glanced at her with
a respect which was made up half Of adj
miration for the person herself and half
for her fathers wealth.
What has become of all the old la
dies?" remarked a man the other day.
when / was a boy there used TO be
one in nearly every family l knew and
visited-wrinkled, white-haired, verltable
old women, who, by their venerable APP
pearance, gave a dignity to the house.
hold. One by one these dear old ladies',
so associated in my mind with the pleas
ant days of my youth, have, in the
course of nature, Joined the great major
ity; and, oddly enough, their places have
never been filled.
"Other succeeding generations have
passed through the customary gradua-
tons of childhood, youth, and middle
age, but there are no old people, or at
least, only an occasional specimen bowed
down by physical inhrmities betokening
great age, and as different from the pref
ty, kindly. busting old ladies that l re-
member as 1t is possible TO imagine.
Who would dare to call the modern
grandmother old?"
II felt old once remarked one Of these
remarkable end products,
but that was years and years ago,
when my children were growing up, and
l was worried to death about their health
and their education and their morals and
their manners, together with their future
and the Thousand and one things that
mothers fret over so unnecessarily-fo
after all, what will be will be, and there
is no use bruising ones self against a
stone wall.
Now, thank the Lord, they are all
married and settled, and / fell as If had
taken a new lease on existence. / find
that there are no end of things / can en-
JOY that when I was a young woman
had no time or inclination for. so have
taken UP painting, and have become in
terested in politics and social questions
have developed a taste for society; have
become tolerably proficient in bicycling
and golf, and am generally enjoying my
self. / certainly do not feel old now. DO
l look it?" She added laughing.
Certainly no trace of old age could be
detected in the superb physique and
handsome countenance of the dame who,
twenty-five years ago, would have been
relegated to the ranks of the old ladies'
simply because 1t was then the almost
universally accepted notion that when a
woman's children entered upon their ex-
istence her day was practically over, and
that she must comport herself accord
ingly.
Household Hints.