The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1897-11-06

followed by tho grand opera ana the
balls OF the winter. Thanksgiving. al
ways spent at home. follows il, and for
| the horse SHOW people who do not live
| I'm New York and who would not live I'm
! New York take long journeys 20 see
that imposing event-the inauguration
OF the season. Gowns are new and
coats smart. Ruddy eompiexons and
| bright eyes abound.
once within the Gardens gate. to be
considered up TO date and i'm the ring,
SO 20 speak, begin TO stare with
worldly mans air. Proceed to state. i'm
| phrases short just which women please
your eyes. Detail To your companion
your opinion OF the girl with the yell
low ribbons Sagely snake your head
concerning the one arrayed in blue. or
the shining one i'm red say, mo fairer
! girl In this building tonight. but l might
tell a story that would make people
but there I never talk about a wo-
man. but she's nothing more than hui
man"
or them all YOU know nothing. They
are on show. and the people round may
think you are somebody-or they may
not.
| There is no event i'm New York that
| brings out such a constant attendance
OF handsome women, well dressed men
and pretty children as the horse show.
| The spectators furnish an exhibition
| that is as pleasanIs and as entertaining
as that OF the borses. Many people drop
! into the Garden for an hour or two
/ here and there through the day. and
there is always a coming and going that
| lends peculiarly Kaleidoscope effect
| TO the multitude. Many OF socicty's
noted beaux and bellies come early and
! stay late. and il has become jest that
/ they camp in the Garden. They certain
| ~ miss no opportunity OF seeing what
/ is going ON.
! The funny thing about It all is 10 see
the queens and princesses of the Ameri-
| can aristocracy. whose sacred eXclu-
/ siveness is usually guarded as care
| fully as Is the person of royalty. sit
| down here I'm this public garden TO gos-
sip and chatter. TO flirt and hutter for
the benefit of the common people. who
push and iostle and crowd around the
boxes TO habr what "sassiety" says and
how she says 1t, to copy the Paris gowns
| and catch the latest accent of swelldom.
And the sang froid Of the pretty women
that lean over the box rails, looking
soft nothings that they do not mean
into the eyes of the men. who look
up at them with all the devotion that a
| feeble intellect can throw into insipid
faces. who trip about from box 10 box
and talk over their affairs and other
peoples, especially the latter entirely
obvious of the curious crowd around
! them.
Yes. she is pretty. very pretty. But
| how-how old a woman looks with her
hair parted i'm the CENTER Don't You
think SOP" And then musingly why.
she looks 80 doesn't she?" And the
man who had pointed out the pretty girl
in the picture hat turns away. think
ing how many kinds of fool a man can
make of himself talking to a woman.
but OF them all the most consummate
idiot when he, begins to talk about one
pretty woman To another pretty wo-
man and expects her to be sympathetic.
The ingenue girl is at the show. She
comes with the club man. with his Bur-
| gundy nose and canvasback stomach.
which gets there long way ahead of
him. She wears pale blue dress. with
a little ribbon around the waist. a lace
ruffle around the shoulders and a seal
skin plated tfppet that just comes to
the shoulder She has been an ingenue
a long time. and she doesn't propose to
try that baby blue next her face. Her
| pale golden hair (she thanks heaven
daily for that hair) is braided down
low in a little loop at the back OF her
head: her bonnet is scarcely more than
"A bit OF blue ribbon tied about her head.
with some sparkling things in front.
| Her smile is as meltingly innocent as
that of bsque doll. but somehow the
women know she isn't the genuine ar
| ticle. and only the men turn to admire
! her as she passes.
"Deuced clevah. She does Il as we'll
/ as she did five years ago" mutters a
| club man half under his breath, and
\ then wonders why his wife, who over
heard. is so frigid the rest OF the even
! ing.
why don't they make the society
women wear tags?' says "a lively west
| ern girl to her escort. tired looking
New Yorker. who has grown husky-call-
! ing out the names of notables To her.
| displaying an amazing mendacity that
! is almost genius
why. dear me, Is that Mrs. Astor?''
| she adds. as he points out an old woman
| with d face like unhealthy mahogany,