The age-herald., 1898-07-31
ICopyright, 1S9S.l

We have commenced to go a7gad- ding The first place we reached is one of those sweet little cottages that look like Swiss chalets hung up on the hill side. The lake, with it's broad terrace fringed with trees, is so rich with fish they walk up and take the bait as If they knew their sole object in life was to furnish dishes to delight pretty wo- men and brave men. Everything is good at Tuxedo. The houses are well built, and the fireplace in the club is all that it claims to be. Indeed the whole place is best described by the man who in trying to tell about it could only sum it all up by saying, Well Tiffany had the contract for the fence"
 To be a 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 playing pool. You must ride without fear. you must drive like Charley Bates, and if you can TOW a boat so much the better. You can loaf in the clubhouse all day long if vou want to and read or chatter. You can go into the ballroom and re- hearse new dance, or you can go in for being a veritabie athlete, having taken your lessons In racing, banging the bag or handling the 7'r0abbells from that handsomest of men. - lliam (com- monly known as Billy) Mnldoon.
 I think the women who loaf have the best time, of it. But, then, I always had a lazy streak in me. Those women who read or walk isst a little in the morn ing enjoy their luncheons as only fem mine gourrnets can, and then when 5 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 freckle, or both, and somehow she never looks quite tidy. At dinner she is something of a sight, as she staid too long to shoot, fish or run a race, and consequently she hasn't had time to get her rig on as it should be. All women agree about billiards. It is a game that grants frivolity in gowns, allows a dmpled arm to show to good advantage, permits one to take charm ing poses and really shows a woman at her best had always thought that pool was good game for woman. but an old book in the library here tells me that it was a favorite game of Cleo patra's, and so the woman of today is not unlike 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 con fessed to drinking five cups of tea while hl pIo cd "; a friend over the morality 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 a bit choice. The special man comes in from fishing and finds himself surrounded by four or five stately beauties who didn't notice him last year, when men were plAAtiful. But now in one way or anoth-
 -1ey cater to him, and each will be saying, Dear boy, do come in and have a cup of tea'' Somebody. the quickest, not the fastest, 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 pret- ty brunette, possessing what the dar- kies call ''the gift of the gab," has met aphorically 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 up the middle he can wipe his right foot all the way up, and then, jumping off the front of the car
 l,~ l.. to clean off his left foot. The peaceful young man sitting 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 re- taliate-set your eyes on mans boots and stare him up and down, up and down, 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. Cruelty to animals? Certainly not, certainly not! It's the proper treatment of brutes."
 Just then one of the few men left over came in. Her eyes lighted up, and the fierce speaker went over toward him and said, Here, when did you get in ?'' and then she goes over in the corner and evidently indulges in a milder flow of language for her own special good.