Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-07-31
copyright. 1882
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Tuxedo Park.

We have commenced to so a-gad-
ding. The first place we reached Is
one of those sweet little cottages that
look like Swiss chatlets hung up on
the hillside. The lake, with its broad
terrace fringed with trees, is SO rich
with fish they walk up and take the
bait as il they knew their sole object
in life was to furnish dishes to de-
aight pretty women and brave men.
Everything is good at Tuxedo. The
houses are we'll built. and the fireplace
in the club Is all that 1t claims to be.
Indeed the whole place is best de-
scribed by the man who IN trying to
tell about it could only sum 1t ali up
by saying: "Well, Tiffany had the
contract for the fence"
To be Tuxedo girl you need to be
an out and out good one--that is to
say, you must have patience to fish,
ability to shoot and deXterity in play
ing pool. You must ride without fear,
you must drive like Charley Bates,
and if you can row boat so much the
better. You can loaf in the club house
all day long if you want to and read
or chatter. You can go into the ball
room and rehearse new dance, or you
can go in for being a veritable ath-
lete, having taken your lessons in
racing, banging the bag or handling
the dumb bells from that handsomest
OF men William (better known as Bill
ly) Muldoon.
/ think the women who loaf have the
best time of it. But then l always
had lazy streak in me. Those wo-
men who read Or walk just little in
The morning enjoy their 1uncheons as
pnly feminine g0urmets can, and then
when O'Clock tea comes they meet
The men in the drawing room and look
as sweet and fresh in their cotton
frOcks as no feminine athlete ever did
The athlete will get red in the face
she will burn or sceckle, or both, and
somehow she never looks quite tidy
At dinner she is something of a sight
as she staid too long to fish, shoot or
run a race, and consequently she
hasn't had time to get her rig on as
1t should be. All women agree about
billiards 1t is a game that grants
frivolity in gowns, allows a dmpled
arm to run to good advantage, permits
one to take charming poses and really
shows woman at her best. I had al
ways thought that pool was a good
game for woman, but an old book
in the library here tells me that it
was a favorite game of Cleopatra s,
and so the women of to-day is not I'M
like her in preferring to play with
men rather than women.
Tuxedo is deliciously cosmopolitan.
Gossip is not good form. but there is
an immense lot Of chatter that comes
In letters here, there and everywhere.
sometimes parts Of these letters are
read at tea, and girl who had been
trolling for trout all one morning
confessed to drinking five cups of tea
while she wrangled with her most in
innate friend over mortality of the
English woman as compared with that
OF the American When a man is
down here, he is Joy But just now
men are bit scarce The special man
comes in from fishing and finds him
self surrounded by four or FIVE stately
beauties who didn't notice him last
year, when men were plentiful. But
now In one way or another they cater
TO him, and each will be saying: Dear
! boy do come in and have a cup Of tea"
somebody, the quickest, not the fast
est, OF the lot, gives him the desired
cup Then he leans back in his easy
chair and sips the amber liquid and
wants more sugar and demands more
cream just to force the women to wait
upon him. Then he slowly sips it and
listens to the talk.
One young woman, a remarkably
pretty Brunette, possessing what the
darkies call ''the gift of the gap." has
metaphorically the floor. and she is
giving her opinion of the average street
car conductor. She says: did you
ever get into Broadway car and not
have the conductor wipe his feet on
your skirts? BY not walking I'D the
middle he can wipe his right foot all
the way up, and then, jumping off the
front of the car and turning, he can
trot through again to clean off his
left foot. The peaceful young man sit
ting next to the average woman shows
that he is Spaniard in disguise by
knocking over her parasol with the
tails of his coat as he starts out. You
are showed. you are stared at. and there
is only one way you can retaliate-set
your eyes on mans boots and stare
him up and down. First he wonders
what's the matter and wriggles; then
he is certain that something is the
matter, and he twists around, gets
nervous and eventually leaves. Cruel
ty to animals? Certainly not! It's
the proper treatment Of hrutesi"
Just then one Of the few men left
over came in. Her eyes lighted up,
and the fierce speaker went over to-
wards him and said, Here, when did
you get in?" and then she goes over
IN the corner and evidently INDUCES
in a milder flow of language for her
own special good.
The next young woman doesn't take
the floor. Instead she leans back in
her easy chair, looking as IT she hadn't