The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1898-04-09
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If there is anything pitiable in this
world it is the spectacle of a man who
has been dragged into a millinery shop
by his wife, who insists that he shall
assist in deciding upon her Easter hat
His utterly helpless, hopeless wretchcd
I've -drafted-and can't get-a-
substitute look would really move the
heart of Spaniard. No matter what
his station in life the expression is
practically the same. lie feels that she
knows and the millinery girls know and
he knows that his wife will select the
headgear which pleases her, regardless
of his feeble remoustrances in the mat
ter and his misery is not lightenod
by her occasional appeals to his judg-
ment.
Yesterday there were three unhappy
individuals to be seen in different mill
linery establishments, at various times,
all with uniformly sad countenances.
One was in a big shop on Wyoming
avenue and the pretty alCOVe arranged
at the extreme end of the building was
a most attractive spot to the feminine
visitor This man sat and clutchcd
tho chair as if he were awaiting the
next twinge to bc administered hy the
dentist. once his face lightencd. lie
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another man, who had evidently come
IN when he wasn't looking and he
accordingly felt checred in the COM
Vanionship of another unfortunate like
himself. He studied the strangers
back attontvcly and mentally decided
that it was plainly to he seen that
the other fellow was also unCOmfort-
able As he gazcd. something rather
lis interest appealed to him and sud-
denly he realized that the long triple
mirror opposite was giving rather
unusual picture of himself, as from his
ordinary point of view he seldom saw
thecurved seams in the back of his own
coat. Then the Old weary depressed
lock came back to his face although
he tried to seem interested in a start
ling turquoise hued hat which his wife
at this time presented for his inspec-
tion, Then, because he was too wretch
ed to realize It, he began staring at a
pretty girl who. it might have been
reasonably thought, was so thoroughly
absorbed in the hats she was trying on,
one after another that she would have
been ohlivious to other inCidcntals. But
she noticed the stares for which the
immorally) responsible and she prompt
ly went and complained to one of the
proprietors that if ne expected 20
spectacle young ladies 10 patronza bis
store he should exclude maslC"s. Then
the proprietor, being a man, looked at
her with deGercntiai admiration ana
reluctantly walked up tn the middle
aged offender and whisperinrly invited
i'm "a ms "a 111,l lgt f,11 II il,
deliVerers neck and later, when the
difficulty was explained, refused to fly
into a proper passion but shouted with
exceeding gladness: I'm tell that to
Mary Ellen. Itll settle the millinery
business, and this will be the last
opening TIL have to attend with hertz
lie did tell her and up to last night at
10 o'clock, she had refused to speak to
him. l doubt if they hear the Easter
music in the same church tomorrow,
although she will wear new hat i'm
which turquoise will predominate.
There is one young woman in this
town who in future will refrain from
trying ON Opening" hats. As it is,
she has tried them on once too often.
for the other day she came home with
something very undesirable on her
head-and ii was something not at all
in the shape of headgear, but instead.
crawled or skipped, or ran--WhateVer
the horrid creatures may do--very
much to her discomfort and decidedly
to the horror of her family when the
truth Of the matter was discovered.
There was a hurried trip down town,
the purchase of fine combs in the
bunch, and various mysterious appli-
cations followed, and the victim is now
devoting considerable time to warning
her friends by citing a horrible ex-
ample, which, of course, is not located
in her own family.
Speaking OF hats, a nice young man
said the other day: "YOu needn't think
the girls are having all the worry about
Easter hats. l can just tell you, we
have troubles of our own. The new
styles are narrow brimmed, and they
weren't designed for me at all. I look
like the dickens in a narrow brim and
shan't wear 'em, no sir-ee." But then
he will. He's not superior to the rest
OF us. We all said we shouldn't wear
huge sleeves, but we would and did.
We loved them so after time that We
vowed never to adopt the threatened
little sleeves. Now we're making the
dressmaker's life a burden lest she
won't get them small enough. The
nice young man will be wearing a hat
tomorrow with the narrowest possible
brim, and will look handsome in 1t, Of
course.