The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-06-03
FROM A SOCIETY GIRL.
WHAT LIFE AMONG THE SWELL
 SET RE4LLY IS.
Life is Not One Bed of fRoses-Requires Energy, Ingenuity and Push to be PopuIar-No Marrying for Love.

EherSy, Ingenuity and Push to b
 PopuIar-No Marrying for Love.
 Yes, I'm a society girl-born and bre( to the Cotillon and the pink tea.
 It Is my fate and fortune to be in ant of society, the society that Is spelled with Q big '..S''-to belong to the swell set, if you like to call it that the sci that has big, big wall of exclusiveness around it, over and under and through which the Outsider with social ombitior Is always trying to scramble.
 I'm not boasting of it-dont thinl, that; merely confess it.
 I'm society girl-nothing but so- ciety girl.
 The society reporters, the disapprov- ing clergy-who do not, of course preach from fashionable pulpits-the good people who are not in society and who in their unwisdom envy us, call us 'society butterflies"
 Butterflies, indeed!
 Butterflies! i! .l
 An, me! If they but knew.
 Really, the most wonderful thing to me about society is that it is so alluring to those who are not in it. To those on the outside, who get only long distance views and fragmentary glimpses through the chinks in the wall of ex- clusiveness with which we compass our- selves about (so wisely), it seems that our little world of fashion and of fri vols is sweet Elysian field, and that we society girls are the butterflies that blithesomeIy flutter over it.
 Butterflies!
 Well, perhaps that is what we appear to be to the outside; but, as matter of simple fact, the real society girl can't afford to be butterfly if she would shine in her sphere. She has to work like packhorse if she wants to keep up with the procession. She has to be as watchful as Argus and as industri- ous as Chicago drummer if she doesn't want to be classed with what the ra- cling men call the "also rans."
 I discovered that for myself in my very first season, and I've learned more in the-ah-um- -nl--several seasons I've been out since then.
 The society girls life, anyway you look at it from the inside isn't all angel cake and lemonade, nor bouquets and compliments laid at her feet without an effort on her part,
 Being a society girl is profession in itself-and an arduous one.
 My training for it began in my sum- bonnet days; I must wear my bonnet to ward off freckles against the day when should be grown up and in society
 It continued with my schooldays. r fo rrof I must at least not lean on my elbows to study, for leaning on ones elbows makes them pointed-and pointed el- bows being, of course, impossible with decollete gowns are to be summed like the evil one.
 The prep for my debut was a year at finishing school, where I was mod ' eled and sand papered into what bud l ought to be-where was instructed in 1 all the social graces from declining an olive to accepting a millionaire.
 Ever and ever through the chrysalis , stage my fate was kept before me--my l my manners my figure my mind must meet the requirements of so- ciety.
 Then from the chrysalis I burst into what the uninitiated are pleased to call | my butterfly life-I made my debut; I was launched. What an education was there! What a wedding of the goat lets from among the lambkins What dropping of the "dearests' of my schooldays-dearest who did very well for school chums, but were quite Impossible in "our set" What al warming over of old friendships and of new ones for the occasion For, as mamma sententiously remarked