The age-herald., 1898-07-10
BAB GOSSLPS OF
 SUMMER RESORTS,
The Difficulty of Pleasing the Average Woman and Undesirable Phases
 of Country House Life,

be polite, has taken them in in more
 senses than one-well for such an in- dependent crowd as this there is but lit- tie interest, and they are counted
 mighty queer.
 By the bye, how was it ever started? I don't mean a summer boarding house. I mean an idea. Whoever started the idea that the summer girl was cheap? She is a delusion and a snare. On &C., count of the boys all being off to the war she has concluded to stay in town part of this summer and the conse- quence is that where the average young man used to see her. from Friday until Monday he is now in duty bound to trot her off to get fresh air every night of her life, the fresh air including, nat urally enough, the hearing of some pleasant music, the drinking of some thing cool and the absorption of her special delight ice cream. She doesn't hesitate to tell him just the sort she likes, which has cherries and citron and pineapple in it, with a touch of cordial, and this kind of ice cream can only be got at the most expensive shop in town. You know she wouldn't dare
 treat the man she is in love with in this
 fashion, for, like every other woman
 who is under 30 good looking and we'll dressed, there is the man she loves and
 the man who loves her. Of the. last she makes a slave. He ties her shoes, which have a nasty fashion of coming united
 on every third block and now, when she refuses to wear a ready made tie, he is expected to be on hand to arrange her scarf. Between you and me, unless she has both daytime and an evening young man he will rebel. He is long
 suffering and has great patience, but
 the summer girl staying in town and with a yearning for wine, music and dattery will reduce him to a state of
 pulpiness, and some day as result of
 her wickedness he will be picked up on l the street and thrown into an ash bar
 rel, for her constant treading upon him
 will make him look like disabled door,
 mat.
 | Then there are excursions, and when a summer girl goes on one she wants everything. She wants popcorn and her picture taken; she wants her fortune told and to see the fireworks; she wants to go in bathing, and then she is mad because her hair is taken out of crimp, and from the very minute she leaves the city until she gets back she wants to eat. From marshmallows to sardines and from beer to champagne, all Is RflSC that comes to IfldI Ifllll. IeTSOHdl- ly I attribute it to the fact that she wears shirt and lets her stays out un- til she is, as the darkies say, "fitten to busten." She would like to dance, but she doesn't think really nice people" do it on an excursion boat, and so after
 having made the unfortunate man spend all his money to give her a good time the ungrateful little minx sulks al
 the way home and is as nasty arplay.
 that kind of a girl can be beated pat
 had not met the. exclusive oga H,,noret.
 and Fifty.
 Sometimes wonder what era+- full about. It is usually becf ,,,e peed a change. Sometimes we tause we e.., ,,a
 cause our flyers are>ret are e.lui 70 want a change of llH wrong, then "s we are fretful bec.ydoctors Someti,l,es in the backs of o,lAuse there are wrlhhles Nts change of drer frocks: then we neeu we are fretful shssmakers. eoiiie e''.,ra a,., lazy then for a chpply because ar- ry a bod about hshnge we "aii. a,oti,,,es ~. we are fretful becadf aays ro,,,a,,. then we want change we a,,ion-- we need a man to conp, ,,;+t,.' nc Sometimes we are fretfuI 9le 9,,aa tta weather doesn't come up to oS,. a~nec- tations; then we want to reaS, ahout now not It IS QOWn III cS,,, q the soldier boys and how cold it x;s in the Klondike among the gold seeke., rs Sometimes we are fretful because someAs body else is; then we want change in our own opinion of ourselves-we want to stand in front of the looking glass, make a bow to the opposite woman and call the reflection a fool. Sometimes we are fretful-oh, I don't know exactly why we are fretful We wish we had never been born, or that having been born, we had been the happy possessor of strawberry marks that would pro- claim us as princesses or that when we were born we had been changed at birth, or that being particularly fretful, we wonder whether either God or man cares for us.
 It's a nasty sort of a mood. It comes to you, and it comes to me. Sometimes it's atmospheric, sometimes it's mi crobes, but I rather think it is original sin. We want to pray for somebody to care enough for us to shame us out of it. Personally I am willing to hope that the next time I get fretful some kind hearted editor who has at once the courage and a railroad pass will come to New York and eff he can find me) give mental and physical thrashing to