The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-04-04

if a woman desires to be really smart
of look and taior-made, she must either
seek a canny laundress or pay 2 cents
per collar at some public laundry.
WHEN PHYLLIS POURs THE TEA.
A. NJ. L. Halves, in the American Kitchen
Magazine,
When Phyllis pours the tea, stand
To watch her dainty little hand
Moving so gracefully
And feel myself lout and bore,
My place outside the parlor door
And yet l cannot go before
Phyllis has poured the tea.
When Phyllis pours the tea. I note
The gold beads on her soft white throat
Lying so carelessly,
But if the tea be strong or weak
Know not. / watch her wild-rose cheek,
But taste to me forgets to speak
When Phyllis pours the tea.
Sugar and cream?" did Phyllis say?
I see the tell-tale dimples play,
Her lids down dropped demurely;
But eye hath done TO death mine ear, &
Dotard and slave l am, fear
Fen though she talks l do not hear
When Phyllis pours the tea.
New Orleans Picayune, I made a railway
journey of a couple OF days with most
misunderstanding woman occupying the
section before me. For two whole days
/ gazed in admiration at her fine and intel
ligent face, and wished l knew her, for /
am one of those who love the sound of the
human voice, and to whom silence Is the
abomination of desolation. She gave no
sign that she returned my desire for ac-
quaintance, and as my rashness in making
advances has frequently recoiied upon my
unfortunate head / said nothing, either.
If we were men, thought sadly, we should
have been acquainted in fifteen minutes.
She would have told me all about her fam
lily and occupation, and whether she was
married or only in love, and / should
have returned her condolences with similar
interesting details about myself and we
should have enjoyed ourselves, instead Of
sitting here like two dummies, just be-
cause we are women. At last an acct
dent happened to her frock, and / sup
piled from my own store a safety pin at
time when safety pins were worth their
weight in gold to her That VIII fetch
her sure / thought She thanked me,
and then petrifed again into silence Ev-
cry now and then still meet her, face to
face on Canal street. If we were men
we would stop and shake hands, and I
should say, Hello, old chap, did that
safety pin hold?" and we would both
laugh and have a chat But, being wo-
men, we don't do that. Instead, we stiffen
up when we meet and she sights at the
top of the Morris building, while become
absorbed In the trolley wire, and so we
pass each other by, because a silly GUS
tom has decreed that the wayfaring woman
is a fool if she inclines to any sort of gra-
ciousness to a sister woman she doesn't
know.
At a recent ice carnival in London. says
the Pail Mall Gazette, one young woman
was the sensation Of the evening and ere
ated no end of interest and curiosity with
her handsome costume and her clever mode
Of Disgusting her identity. She was dress
ed In a yellow satin domino, and over this
were soft draperies OF lace and chiffon,
tightly yelling the whole garment from
neck to hem. The domino was arranged
like a long cloak, and bolero Of coarse
linen. embroidered in gold and silver COW
cred the shoulders and outlined the figure.
over her head was very remarkable
hood made after some style Of headdress
worn three or four hundred years ago. 1t
was made of white tulle lace and chiffon,
jeweled with emeralds and rhincstones,
and the mask was of lace dotted with tiny
diamonds Black shoes, stockings, and
gloves completed this interesting costume.
An interesting element Ia the general
plan Of constructing the fabric of fashion
in spring, says the New York Sun, Is the
tendency to effect revival Of some old
style, and each season the poke bonnet is
vigorously launched and as promptly and
vigorously rejected, 50 It rarely leaves the
seclusion Of the milliner shop. But this
season, no doubt an extra effort will be
put forth to make II popular In honor
Of the queens jubilee. The old poke bon
net OF 1897 is about as ugly and unbecom-
ing piece OF headgear as IL Is possible to
imagine, and the modern woman has no
desire 10 hide her wealth OF waved hair
IN its depths. but the English fashion
writer's assure us that the poke bonnet
IN the hands Of a modern artist IN a
charming possibility even IN 1897. In shape
Il Is almost exactly like the one the queen
wore the year Of her accession to the
throne. and Il Is fine black straw. with a
wreath Of pink roses around tho face In
side OF the brim. An aigrette OF white
ostrich feathers trim one side. White
MORE ribbon passes around the crown,
where II IS fastened with rhinestone buck
les, and ties IN q big bow under the chin
II rs amusing says the New York Tri-
bune and yet rather pathetic, 20 see the
happy cOnceit ana sense Of personal im-
DOrtaucc OF a Young man OF maiden. gfld-