The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1898-10-01
HER POINT OF VIEW.


teenth and he is Just home on his first
furlough. "Oh, my!" he remarked as
he climbed into the nice soft bed and
lay back among the pillows on the
night of his return, Isn't it good to
sleep in a real bed. just tell you af-
ter six months of roughing it and
sleeping on almost any oil place, a
bed does seem nice"
Some tire in the night the soldier
boys mother in her fond pride went
into his room as she might have done
when he was little child 20 look upon
his dear face. What was her surprise
to ind the bed empty AMI on the
floor, wrapped up in a blanket the boy
who had rajoiced to be in the "nice
SOFT bed" Later inquiries were made
when the soldier said apologetically:
Now you know that bed did feel aw-
ful good, so good that l lay there for
two hours thinking how fine it was,
but when it came to going to sleep
had to get out and lie on the floor"
and the soldier boy doesn't know yet
why his mothers eyes looked teary as
she smiled, CT why when she went to
a millinery opening the next day she
didn't seem to take notice" as usual
BY the way, isn't it absurd to have
millinery openings full of new fall and
winter hats trimmed with fur, feathers
and other warm things, when the days
are so hot you have to carry a fan and
Parasol and wear a thin gown? How
one will loathe the hat one buys nov,
and how long a time it will seem until
Easter! This millinery business isn't
as delightful to the average woman as
would seem to the average man. She
is becoming coy about trying on the
beautiful creations she sees all arourd
her. There are rumors that she may
accidentally make certain undesirable
acquisitions from the trying-on process,
so much of the delight she usei to get
from millinery openings has vanished.
Then she doesn't know a friend vino
viii tell her the actual truth about the
hats as to their becomingness. ! have
always held to the opinion that no wo-
man has religion enough to enable her
to impart the exact facts regarding her
friends headgear and that even among
| those fortunate enough to get to heaven
will be found the same little weakness.
If lovely angel lady wearing an ex-
ceptionally baggy robe should ask an
other angel lady about the fit of the
same, the other would placidly assure
her that it is too graceful for anything
and is $50 classical in cut"
AS to the men who imagine their
taste in the bonnet line unimpeachable.
Oh, dear! oh, dear! They mean well,
but they, too. have their limitations,
and it is only rare, miraculous cases
when they know instinctively when a
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average man has a certain tradition in
tastes which he follows more or less
conscientiously. 1t may date back to
something his mother used to wear, or
may be fixed with relation to a mem
ory of a certain day when his wife
seemed most fair to him. Perhaps ii
| is a memory connected with a face
earlier in memory than even his wife, but
he is rather apt to model his present
views of headgear, ct cetera, upon that
recollection, often with disastrous ef-
feet as to the victim.
Now, there is the man who likes to
see his wife in black always, notwith-
standing the fact that no woman can
afford to wear an entire black garb
after she is twenty, unless the bereave-
ments of the occasion make it impera-
tive. Just why he holds that notion of
eternal fitness in his dear, innocent
brain is difficult to determine but hold
it he does to the uncompromising
eclipse of any beauty the partner OF
his woes may possess.
Then there is the man who holds the
unalterable tradition that pale blue is
the one color his women folks should
adopt If they want TO seem good in the
eyes of the world and in his sight, par
ticularly the latter. Consequently his
pale little wife appears like the washed
out edition of last century pastel in
her cold blue gown, while her delicate
skin loses even the soft, velvety bloom
1t would take on IL she wore rose colors
and warm crimsons.
But, dear me, there is a worse estate
than having man in the family who
thinks he knows all about the proper
styles to suit his women folks and that
is the one who never knows whether
they are arrayed in sackcloth and ashes
of antique cut, or whether their
gowns are of the latest design from
Paris Saucy Bess