Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-04-16

Z iS1I7u r: Wor,ar, winsome woman!
S11 <3S ax,e voll saint or human,
e q f0v Beelzebub has sent US from afar
kSsvs thought about you. sighed about
& |ronenf about you, cried about you.
Hf3Se6 IN nights and lied ABOUT you,
s Fuxxie that you are.
nv when We would dream we've got you
I fI7F1lfed out, as like as not you
Lave Us topsy-turvey, guessing what 10
Sio~ w hate q YOU, then we bless you,
4 SiSSr heraf YOU then we bless you,
Bnf our lives are stale unless you keep us
In 2 stew
{ Nov ~ hate you, then we bless you,
86rno who long to WOO and wed you,
Home would Danish you forever 10 q us
Arffsfs naint you, poets verse you.
Bishops saint you, cynics curse you,
4 but sfOr better or for worse you are
Still in demand.
There are times you sadly vex US.
Rugzle, plague US and perRiex US,
mi We wish you were in-Texas. very FAR
hut slthough we sadly doubt, you,
You've such winsome ways ABOUT YOU
We can never do without you, SO we
Let you stay.
The activity in the social world
which began with the close, of the
Ienten season, has continued, and a
treat many delightful entertainments
have been crowded into the past fort
nfeht. The last few days have. been
balmv. and suggestive of Out-of-door
sDorts. and they have brought with
them = change in the form OF enter
tadnments which have been planned.
The season OF the year has arrived
when society must of necessity be dull,
because OF the uncertainty Qf the
weather. But while not attending So
cial functions, femininity is afforded
tie opportunity to discharge countess
small obligations which have been en-
tailed by the gayeties OF the winter
season. The afternoons are therefore
devoted to calls, to epistolary CORE
snondence. or to shopping tours with
the attendant delights of gazing upon
Ana snrinr and summer finery which is
fIisplayed in the shop windows. All
~ this is nut in .poetical prose by the
inspired pen OF william Marion
Reedy, In the st. Louis Mirrora
Look at the show windows. on ye
men who are prone to lament the ap-
sence OF color in this life OF ours:
Behold in multitudinous fabrics the
symphony of spring, the flash or al
the hues the wild woods know the
whole year through. See the shirt
waists voluptuously billowing in unc-
t,1ous expectation of the forms they are
to enwrap and enclose and tenderly
enfoId. Cast your eye upon the bon
nets that beckon the backsheesh from
the astringent purse, dainty things one
can see in imagination upon so dear
q head bobbing down the vista OF the
street Like a leaf upon a babbling
brook. The CLINT of green and the
mild charm OF the violet, the fash OF
the ripe red rose, and the rich, rakish,
purring black, the serene blue are all
in these CONNECTIONS in endless COM
bination, all speaking OF the effort OF
the art of adornment to express the
identifying outburst of the passion
that renews the world each year. Ev-
cry glowing garment, every cascade OF
rainbows woven into cloth, every fold
Of eumptuous skirting, every spark OF
hue in flower or feather on the head
gear tells OF the promptings of fem
ininity to appear desirable in our eyes
and awake through the sense OF sight
the savagery that is admiration and
yearning. These windows can speak
to us of the miracle that makes life,
through love, eternal"