Evening journal., 1898-05-06
A FLUsTERED WOMAIN.


A FLUSTERED WOMAN.
Many women who are not in the
habit of making frequent use of the
trolley cars feel embarrassed when
they enter one. The Wayfarer saw
an instance Of this sort shortly before
noon yesterday. A young woman of
olive complexion, her wealth of black
hair cOmbed down lOwOverher forehead
and attired in white chip straw hat
and black dress, entered Delaware
avenue Winter car at Seventh and Mar
ket streets. There were only three
other persons in the car. At Eighth and
Market streets a middle-aged woman,
plainly dressed, and whose face and
hands gave evidence of the fact that
her life was not one of easeor rindolence,
got aboard She carried a Market
basket. a bundle containing several
double rolls Of wall paper a large
pastdboard box, filled with biscuits,
and an umbrella. There were only
two passengers on the side of the car
opposite the Wayfarer and the woman,
by taking three or four steps into the
car, could have had ten or fifteen feet
of room for herself and bundles. But
she was not at ease, and, instead of
doing so, seated herself between the
young woman in black and a man
passenger, and occupied every inch Of
the intervening space. In her nervous
confusion she dropped the box Of
crackers in the lap Of the yOungwoman
and apOlogized for that. Then the wet
umbrella slipped from her hand and
measured itself along the young wO-
IL IL fs raII nod
by another apology. To cap the eli
max, the bundle of wall paper insinu-
ated itself between the two women
and forced the young one to give an
inch or two. She turned her dark
eyes towards her hOmely neighbOr, and
ait first, there was in them a gleam Of
resentment, but the evident fiuster of
the woman causing her so much an
noyance aroused her womanly pity, and
she submitted to it all without a muir
muir. When the Wayfarer left the car
at Fourth and Market street the two
women occupied the same relative po-
sitions. with nothing in common be-
tween them but the bundle OF wall
paper and the wet umbrella.
WILLIE HAGMAYER'S MUSE.
Willie Hagmayer, of No. S2S West
Second street, may never become a
Milton, but that his inclinations run to
verse the following received by the
Wayfarer, will testify:
WAY DOWN SOUF IN CUBA.
Tune-"Way Down Suth in Dixie"
Use jined de cullard volunteers
/ Now lie wipe away dem tears
den away away away doan sOuf in
Cuba
Our troops soon be on de tramp
Den liza eyesll be mo damp
den away away away dOan souf in
Cuba.
CHORUS.
Away down souf in Cuba away away
| Away down sOuf in Cuba land
Use gwine to fight dat Spanish ban
den away away away dOan souf in
Cuba.
den away away away doan souf in
Cuba.
den you hyar dat darkey ban
foot away down sOuf in dixie land
den away away away dOan sOuf in
Cuba.
den rube yo go and get yo gun
an sadie on yO knapsack on de run
an away away away down souf in cuba
company D hab des arribe
seen des laik fifty-fve
den away away away doan sOuf in
Cuba.
day loaded down wib shot and she'll
| sen dem Spainyards all to
At this juncture Willie's voices egoes
! down some distance farther than the
Wayfarer cares to follow him without
being wrapped in asbestos, but the boy
comes out of It, a little singed but
otherwise unhamed and concludes his
song as follows:
den away away away down souf in
Cuba.