Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-11-06
Copyright, 1896, by I. A. Mallon.)

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I and, best of ALL there is fox. Oh, how
he does run!
There is not a woman at all this
function who knows of good form who
would dream of wearing flower pin,
a fancy brooch of any description, OF.
in fact, anything with her cloth gown
but a sporting pin in the afternoon.
In conspicuous box, laced so tight
ly that she can scarcely move, is the
last divorce. She looks happy. Prob
ably she is, but, thank goodness, we
are putting divorce out of fashion and
soon marriag cid marriage
will come in again, and people will
learn to love, honor and obey forever
and forever. One would think she
would be embarrassed when her ex-
husband met her on the promenade on
the arm of his chum, but the woma n
who can calmly listen with plenty OF
powder on her face while her escapades
are told in court will blush at nothing.
In fact, she whispered loud enough for
one of her friends to applaud a little
speech as an epigram.
People point out the Vanderbilts,
who, after all, are quiet looking people.
but | think more admiration is given
to Mrs John Jacob Aston, in her broad
cloth of the new blue, with velvet
toque to match. such as is worn by the
czarina of Russia. She looks a very
picture. Her eyes are bright as dia-
monds, and she has that patrician air
which is found in the old families OF
Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Del
aware and Massachusetts.
Then there are innumerable big,
handsome fellows dancing attendance
around pretty little girls and telling OF
the noble deeds they have performed
during the war. According to all ac-
counts, the girls should be walking
around with legless men and with arm
less men, but even if this condition
were reached the clever fellows would
still keep their eyes and so be able 10
recognize beauty we'll dressed. Out
came the different horses. Somebody
starts the applause as a prize ribban IS
given to lovely bay. a minute after
there is handsome trap, driven by a
tall slender chap, who holds the reins
as if he controlled them here as well as
at home. Then come the ponies-tbe
dear little ponies-the children cheer,
and the pony that gets the prize is
made much of, while his proud owner
still in velvet knickerbockers, feels
that the rest of the world knows moth
ing about training horses.
Now, there is fun. Here come the
four-in-hands, and on one sits the clev-
er but fat driver, whose enormous coat
is only eQualed by the large white
pearl buttons on it. Win? Naturally
he wins. Providence didn't give him
that jolly face not to allow him TO
win wherever he goes in life OF with
horses.
And around the ring they go, these
beauties. Men and womtn laugh and
the horses neigh for very delight, while
the women smile because they look
beautiful, and the prettiest girl of all
is wondering what her gown shall be
next year at the horse show. And no.
body knows what it will be next year.
Maybe the prettiest girl will be the
matron and won't come on for the
horse show, but will stay at her home
in Kentucky and wonder and wonder
how it was she had such a good time
last year.
Foolish maiden! Years after, you
will tell of this delight to your grand
daughter and you will be describing
the dress you wore, and you will end
the story by telling of the beaux that
dangled about you, of the bright de-
lights, of the gay dresses and the beau
tiful drapeaux, and when some golden