The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1900-06-22
Silk Hats and Diamonds.


minutes or so they walk aboard the yes
sci with their man who is going back to
see the old folks in Ireland, and order
a basketful of wine. Then they return
to the pier to continue the levee.
They don't do any cheering to speak
of, but they gag the man who Is revisit
ing the Guild Sod about the difference in
his looks the last time he took a ride
on an ocean steamer (viz, the time he
arrived in New York for the first time, }
and they tell humorous stories among
themselves of the CONSERVATION they
| themselves threw into their native Irish
villages when they returned thereto for
visits after prosperous years of Tam
many connection.
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| The party of actresses or chorus girls
about to embark, and their inevitable
| train. add life to the scene. TheJ are
| usually about equally divided between
the weepful ones and the jolly ones
They all look more or less fine drawn
from much ante-sailing celebrating, and
the train of men and women who as
semble to give them the right kind of a
send-off look, as a rule. to be little bet
ter than wrecks. The ingenious youths
who are madly in love with departing
ensemble ladies' Chats the way you've
presence, you know stand over in cor
ners with their sobbing inamoratas, and
this end of it is all very touching and
tender-tO them.
The gray-haired old dodgers on the
deck smile saturninely when they wit
ness these affecting scenes, however, and
appear to be mentally barking back to
the days when they, too, We're idiots.
Too Tired to Laugh
The comedian who almost always
| makes one of the gang assembled to give
| the theatrical crowd bon voyage en-
deavors to be as excruciatingly funny as
| possible, with much mock play, with a
handkerchief that he has previously
soaked in water, but most of the party
| appear to be too tired to fall into the
| spirit of his fun.
The departing actresses are barely able
to squeeze into their cabins for the flow
ers that have been stacked up therein,
and these floral emblems of the apprecia-
ton in which they are held move them
to tears, and their noses become quite
red and their eyes puffy, and they look
very different indeed without their make
up on, anyway. The whole bunch kiss
each other goodbye impartially, and it
is all. oh, SO very sad
Aney arc very OUAlSiuS.
A slovely. svelte creature, who figures
pretty largely in a Broadway burlesque
house during the theatrical season, had
big send-off the other morning. When
the vessel was moving out she appeared
on the rail nearest the dock waving her
handkerchief. Then she leaned over
made funnel of hsr hands and shouted
this afterthought to her friends on the
dock
Say, if any of you people happen to
meet up with my husband 1 wish you'd
tell him I've taken this steamer. Will
you?"
They all promised in chorus. Stage
folk are so obliging in these matters.
The Exodus of Jocks.
Every departing steamer nowadays
takes to England some midget>6f an
American jockey, who, tempted by the
success with which Sloan, the Reiff LADS,
Rigby and Martin, not to speak of a
number of jockeys who were thrd-rate
on this side, have met on the English
race courses. is going across to try for
success in the saddle, too. The entoui-
ages of these daredevil midgets are al
ways very funny. They are made up of
men who own and train horses, touts,
stable lads ana the miscellaneous riff
raft of the paddocks. The midget, dress
ed to the mines and generally pulling
away at a six-inch black cigar la
Tod Sloan, makes a queer, eerie picture
of precocity, and his encourage all but
fall down and worship him. When the
stable-miry. envious-eyed lads of the
paddock, get too close to him, however,
he grandloquently waves them away
with his bediamonded little hands, and
then talks out of one corner Of his weaz-
ened little mouth to some grinning giant
of a horse owner about how he's "goin'
Z make dem English jocks look like a
plate o biscuit on a COW RANCH" and
run over dem" and ''show 'em up and
in general drive them out of business.
+ They've Studied Up.
The inevitable party of school mis-
| tresses, most of them enabled to make
the voyage by right of a majority of
votes in most popular school teacher
contests, are always and forever alike
on the pier. They're all in sailor hats
and shirtwaists, of course, and they're
always in little groups to themselves,
| eagerly scanning their Baedekers even
before their ship has got out of her slip.
| They have got everything down pat.
They know how many revolutions per
minute the propellers of the ship are GO
| ing to make; they know to a dot what
their cab fares are going to cost them
when they get to Liverpool or South
ampton, and, in general. they've got the
whole thing charted out pretty accur-
ately. They never leave each other for
an instant, being evident believers in the
theory that there is strength in union
and they regard the horrid, vulgar ac-
| tresses who are surrounded by the gild-
ed youths and fashy men with tip-tilted
noses.
Grand Opera Singers.
When many of the principals and most
1 of the chorus-nearly 200 in number-of
the grand opera company departed on
one of the French steamers a while back
the scene on the dock was full of fun
| The absolute and final fashion with
which the principals, men and women
| ignored the presence of the poor, shabby
understood members of the motley Choir
us was a queer thing to see. Many of
| the chattering chorus women had two