The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-01-14
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Everyone knows the story of the man
who. leaving a dance late, found in the
dressing room an assortment of shabby
hats, says the New York Herald.
How is this?" he asked his host
My hat was new"
His host laughed. My dear fellow,
after II o'clock there are no more new
hats" II sounds like an exaggeratiOn.
Or one might even believe that such
things might happen at a public ball,
but in a private houSe-why how alb
surdI
But those who entertain extensively
do not say "a How absurdr so readily.
They know that human nature is
very uncertain and complicated prob
lem al all times. No matter how 'ex
| elusive" one is. unpleasant contretemps
will arise constantly.
Here is an eXample-small, yet mex
plicable. A dinner dance was given for
q certain bud. Only 80 persons were
asked and they were all we'll known to
the hostess. But when the bud came
to go home her brand new fur carriage
boots had been exchanged for shabby
old pair, the ribbons Worn, the fur
''catty" She had carefully placed all
ner wraps together in an out-of-the-
way corner when she came and the
mystery of those boots is unsolved TO
this day.
There was another story-a tale of
Newport luncheon-which leaked out in
| a pretty tea room, apropos of certain
handsome sables belonging to a young
woman who is decidedly lin society"
There were but Il guests at this
luncheon and when the owner of the
Sables-Miss Y. let us call her-came to
look for her wrap it was gone and in
it's stead was very ordinary mink
cape. She and a friend went down on
the piazza with this cape in hand and
saw going down the drive on the figure
of one of the guests the identical miss
ing set of sables.
Here was a dilemma. 1t really re-
quires a great amount of courage to go
up to a woman with whom you have
just been lunching and say: You
have taken my wrap which. no mat
ter how phrased, is what it amounts to.
But. backed bv her friend, Miss y.
gracefully ACCOMPLISHED the difficult
task.
Quite coolly the woman replied that
Miss X. was mistaken. The sables were
her own. The young women were al
most paralyzed. Such effrontery made
them doubt the evidences of their own
senses but, rallying, Miss Y. insisted
that the furS were hers.
IF you WILL she said, II can de-
scribe the lining and tell you the max
er'S name
The woman's bravado held out a
while longer. but she finally succumbed
to the inevitable and gave up the mis-
appropriated article. And this hap
pened in Newport.
A we'll known matrOn told her most
intimate friends in strict confidence.
and the latter in turn told hers. who
told theirs. a tale which required hOr
rified explanations and almost bated
breath. After her daughters wedding
some bureau silver and few trifles of
that kind were missing. a detectives
services were called into requiSitiOn.
Let me see your list of guests" he
said. to the amazement of the host and
hostess. When it was shown to him
he ran his fingers down the list until
he came to the name of a certain
young man-one of the dancing set.
We've had our eyes on him for
some time" said the detective. "Wher-
ever he goes something is always
missed afterward.'
1t is needless to say the articles
were not recovered.
The mania for collection has been
another trial to the hostesses. disguis-
ing as it does, under a euphoniOus
name, what is usually called theft.
And the universal custom of bribing
ones guests, generally known as favor
giving. has made involuntary shOplift-
ers of perfectly honorable people.
Il always keep my eye on my bon
bon dishes" remarked a young wom-
an who has some beautifully enameled
ones, for almost always some guests
take them for souvenirs and tell me
l am really shamefully eXtravagant
to give away such exquisite things.
So L would be if 1 did give them away"
In SOrosis not long ago a very ag-
graVated instance occurred. II was
at one of the regular social meetings,
and the members. as usual, laid aside
their wraps for the afternoon. Now
it happened that there were two seal I
skin jackets identically alike in the /
lining. shape. newness and makers /
name. One belonged to Mrs. Jones'
Smith Brown. who, happening TO be
the last to leave. got what the other I
left-not her own. She discovered this }