The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1899-06-05
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manifest OF HuHy girls, the sort of young
woman whos dearly loves "hoaty'' clothes,
says Dorothy Maddox in the Philadelphia
Inquirer" One unhappy day a certain
young man happened to say he approved
of the spick and span type. This was
enough for Miss Marguerite. She like
Jack Graham better than any man in her
set and so, without loss of time. set about
the task of making herself over.
She ordered home tailor gowns and
shirts galore. She searched until she found
the SWEETEST things in collars and ties.
Her frills hung limp and neglected in the
wardrobe. while tailorish clothes went
everywhere it was possible to take them.
Bitter We're the struggles endured by
this damsel. She thought lovingly of the
soft, filmy things she used to wear and
wondered why men took such an over
whelming interest in women starched
within an inch of their lives.
One day there was a crisis. There is
always a crisis if one is willing to wait
long enough. A call came over the tele-
phone to meet Mr.. Jack downtown and
lunch with him.
Marguerite beamed and prepared in her
mind a costume that would Guido all 9TH
ers in starchiness. Unfortunate circum-
stance, the shirt of shirts, a pique. had
been sent to be Numbered. Would it be
home in time? So much hinged on its
being at the luncheon.
Only last week SOMEBODY had said 1t
was a sumner. This gave the pique first
place and without any special effort On
the part of the favored garment. Anx-
iously Marguerite listened for the whirr
of the electric bell. At last it tangled
with that peculiar jangle which the laun-
dryman delighted in, and when the maid
brought the covered garment up to Miss
Marguerite the foolish thing gave it a
squeeze that threatened ruin to its beauty.
light but it is a terror" sighed its
mistress. as she tried to fasten four dainty
studs in the shirt front.
Everything had been starched until
stud holes and link holes seemed perfect
ly unmanageable. Marguerite was in a
hurry. Late on account of her wait. she
jabbed the scissors into each tiny eyelet
and pried away for dear life.
Once the sharp points ran into her hand
and started the tears to her eyes. After
a regular tug of war studs and links were
in place. and then began another tussle.
Here, after all this fuss, the contrary
garment was too tight across the back,
too short in the sleeves, and the wretch
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beyond any fear of a change.
Marguerite yanked at the sleeves, pulled
at the neck binding. moaned over the
pinch about the arms.
Il Just must wear it." she walled. II
haven't a blessed shirt with any style but
this
She tried to meet the neckband with a
button. She tried and tried again. AT
last, Just as she thought the dreadful
deed had been accomplished, away flew
the miserable button across the room.
Vain was the hunt. Another was found,
and now the tired young woman felt as
if she wanted TO sit down and shrek her
self hoarse, but no, she set her teeth
viciously, and. after an awful twist of her
arm, reached the stud at the back of the
reckband. What ii had disappeared?
Where. where? There was a funny feel
ing somewhere in the back regions of her
corsets. The stud had slipped down her
back. Yes. there it was pressing hard in
to the lender flesh. To get at it was out
Of the question without undressing. the
much befustered young woman hesitated;
then. with a look of determination, off
came the shirt. II was tossed over in 4
corner with a c-ontemptuous "stay there.
you horrid old nuisance!"
The wardrobe was rummaged for the
~floatiest gown. the giddiest hat and the
mistiest scarf. Attired like a thistle
down Miss Marguerite appeared a little
late, a little shaken, but radiant, to lunch
with Cousin Jack.
.Hlr' said Jack: what's up?' All
feathers and furbelows? Where is my
tailor grip
Don't say tailor girl to me. Jack"
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boy she added, in a whisper, why
haven't women been provided with swear
words. nice. convenient swear words? 1t
is a great shame somebody does not coin
a set of g~enteel. ladylfke cuss words. We
need them more than you men dream of.
When? Why. when we try to be tailor
ish, for instance
Jack stared hard and then said
BY Jove. you women are a queer lot,
and no mistake"
The lamp shade has given way to the
lamp veil as an ornament The latter is
certainly very graceful and is easily
adapted to any sort of a lamp or light. 1t
is very rich in color and design and is
made of silk, about the size of a large
handkerchief. The wells have a round
hole in the centre for the lamp chimney
or the cord of an electric light. and
drape beautifully over the round globes
of the white shades of the electric light.
While lamp wells as such are on sale at
the stores there is no reason why they
should not be manufactured at home of
materials to match the decorations and
furnishings of the room for which they
are intended. Their very simplicity
makes their manufacture most easy. The