The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-12-25
TIE FALL OF MAN.
HIS UGLY CLOTHES HAVE
WROUGHT HIS ROMANTIC AND
SENSATIONAL Ruin IN THE
EYES OF WOMEN.

ing Her Husbands Languid Ex-
pressions OF DevOtion-The De-
pIOrabIe Indifference Bachelor
Girls Feel for the Whole Race OF
Men-Women IS Sex Regard
Them as Rather Tame, Drear,-
Creatures.
New York. Dec. 2S-Nen in this day and
country no longer interest women. I do
not mean dull men or good men or the
long-winded sort, but men as a sex.
They have evidently lost their romantic
attraction, and women regard the human
male as an Industrious, patient ugly con-
venience rather than as the fierce. pas
sionate, tender, mysterious being that for
merly set her pulses beating as he gazed
in her eyes or issued his commands.
This sounds like a pretty big proposition.
but have not only facts to prove it, but
l know why the bachelor and husband
stock is SO far below par to-day.
1t is your clothes, my dear MANIFEST,
last and always. Those dreary, detesta-
Bile, long-tailed and no-tailed coats They
have killed-not love pernaps-but the gla-
mour Of romance that used to hang like
heavy perfume in folds of laced stocks
or cavalier cloaks and that dazzled DOOR
weak feminine eyes when you drew your
glittering sword or cooked a feather in a
hat-band.
remember the first time I saw the
Ninety-third Highlanders swing across
Regents Park in London. 1 am a middle
age and somewhat frumpy person myself.
but there was delicious thrill along NV
nerves, a keen little catch of ecstacy
about my heart when I saw that brilliant
ly uniformed regiment of men, worth The
whole trip across the ocean.
No doubt they were a hard-featured lot
those British soldiers, if one had come to
inspect them individually; cross-graiued.
knock-kneed, raw-boned fellows, but when
they swung their gay plaid petticoats
along to the tune of Charlie Is My Oar
ling" 1 tell you every man seemed a hero.
AS for every woman in the crowd. nurse
maids, fine ladies, flower girls-all of us
were ready to give our hearts as well as
hands to those bonny scotchmen for the
asking.
Nature knows She doesn't expect hens
to run after sad-feathered cocks or to fol-
low bucks who refuse to wear antlers.
Just think what a pass you men have
reached when woman actually has diff
hcuity In distinguishing her husband
from the walters around a restaurant
table They all dress precisely alike. and
when Reginald's back is turned it is slow
work TO pick him out from a groom or
butler.
You men expect a white shirt front f.
shiny boots and a silk hat, the common
property of coachmen and servants. 10
40 the business. But ii does not
Just listen minute while l reverse
matters and put the case to you
Ihere is your Fanny, that dear sweet
soul who for a dozen years has scolded
sympathized and loved you in a per-
iecty satisfactory manner. Yesterday
afternoon when she trotted home at YOUR
side from the office, wearing a neat little
tailor gown a sober, sensible figure, you
90 doubt looked with possessive approval
at her trim waist and rosy checks. pat
ing yourself metaphorically on the back
for clever chap who knew how to Sc
lect good wife. All the same Fanny
aroused no very exciting sensation. The
feeling was not unlike the gratified en-
dorsement You bestow upon a pair oe
same time.
but that evening when the very same
corresponding, baby-soothing, practical
Fanny rustled downstairs to accompany
you 70 the Smith wedding, behold what a
different set of emotions her fair. white
presence aroused. The long, cleaning
folds of a satin froek, the polish of her
graceful shoulders-why, the very vio-
lets on her bosom and nodding plume
in her hair instantly drew a magic circle
of romance about the dear girl.
You stood, IS it WERE outside once
more in the rank and file of her admirers.
Again the pretty beads pressing against
the soft flesh OF her throat filled you
with the ineffabie yearning of courtship
days.
1t was Fanny, ano yet not the tailor
made dressing-gown, crimping- tongs Fan
ny of familiar, everyday intercourse.
This tulle-enshrouded creature is .once
more a being full Of charm and mystery.
Again she inspires pretty speeches on your
lips, and as you slip the wrap over all her
shimmering finery you found it irresisti-
bic to give a tender pressure to the satin
bodice underneath,
And, moreover, for a week after Fannys
successful appearance at the Smiths you
caught yourself thinking of her in all
the tiresome routine of office work. Not
OF the useful, work-a-day WIFE, however,
but q bewitching, satin-frocked woman
who stirred into active life the lovers
ardor that had lain dormant so long.
Now, what transformed Fanny in such
a twinkling? Her clothes, of course and
bless your simple heart, Fanny realized
Il every bit when she gave that extra
flourish to her draperies and clasped the
necklace about her throat. She gagged
your emotions to a fraction and knew
perfectly well just how far her frills and
feathers would stir your sluggish sensa-
lions.
If this is true, then. and we women ac-
,omphsh such laudable ends by such legi-
Innate means, / would like to ask what
men do to arouse these same sort of emo
ions in the breasts Of sweethearts and
wives?
Why they put on funeral pantaloons
md coats, plaster their hair. shine their
shoes and go forth poor. misguided be-
ng9, expecting 10 conquer my sex.
But they don't do it any longer They