The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-06-03

s ing, "Tne hospital" or "Th . ----- - Aid society,"" or whatever e happens to be, "has received MT. . Blanks generous contribution and ten
 ders her its thanks" etc., etc.-and Mrs t Blank has the supreme satisfaction c : knowing that her money is helping 1, good cause. while the lady patrons 0 l many charities have the supreme sat Is
 faction of not betraying by even S
 much as the quiver of an eyelash, whel they see her, that they have ever hear - of her--or her checks. Oh! it's deliciou } and so like society.
 } Then there are the clubs. They pro l vide more work for the society girl She has to pour tea and assist in re ceiving. and be decorative, and take al ] interest in club fade whether she care , Q rap about them or not, for clubs arr the thing oe the moment-along witt : golf and the kangaroo figure-and if {
 girl isn't seen at the club functions it'' !, suspected that she's not so popular af
 ter all
 The clubs, like the charities, offer an
 other avenue for the outsider to pierc;
 a way into society. An outsider who
 
 interest in the establishing of chil-
 dren's p1aygrounds or the history of the
 Ichthyosaurus, manages to meet one of
 us. That is the first step, and the rest
 lies with herself--usually. But what a
 struggle she has, What strategy she
 must use to get invitations, what finesse
 to be seen where it is worth while to be
 seen. What adulation, what bribery, what exploitation, what infinite pa-
 tience she must use to advance herself
 from that point on society's doorstep,
 so to speak, where she is vouchsafed a
 supercilious, half-questioning, wholly
 humiliating recognition through socie-
 tvs starers at Hopkins Art institute
 promenade concert--where anybody can
 go to get peep at society, to that other
 point, within the very holy of holies, where she attains the ecstatic bliss to a real swell's dinner party. q The efforts of one ambitious younw woman, with a. rich but plebeian hus- band safely buried, were--I was about to say, amusing. but Mark Twain out of the deeps of his wisdom says "eve- rything human is pathetic" and on sec- ond thought believe he is right. She was determined to be seen everywhere that fashion showed its front-with a fond hope to figure in the society col umns, at least. as "among those pres , ent," if not on the visiting lists of the elect. Having received an invitation to the wedding of a nice enough little girl-but not society girl--at certain fashionable church, she used the card to the church to break her way into the swellesh wedding of the season that followed. With an adamantine assur- ance and an imported gown and hat that deserved paragraph all to them selves she presented the card and beamed on the usher. He knew her. by hearsay. and he knewsthe card. and the invitation list of the bride of the occasion. He wavered-just for sec ond, and then his heart failed him. He conducted the ambitious young woman in her smart frock up the center aisle and seated her among the nearest and dearest of the brides friends-and she achieved the triumph of seeing her name in the morning papers sand wched between society leader and a Blingum belle.
 How fascinating society must seem to be willing to struggle into it like that!
 l wonder if am ungrateful or unap- preciative?
 I enjoy all it's advantages
 When I run down to Rlingum we call each other by our giveT baptismal names when we haven't handler nick names. When I make the rounds on the hill or the avenue the buffers and the maids-who appraise social values with even a cruiser precision than our careful arbiters, Mrs. Scott and Mrs. aulsbury--kow-tow obsequiously and l never venture to murmur a crushing "Who shall I say called?" When the l Would-Bees entertain my name Is al- ways near the top In their list of | "among those present" in. the papers, I'm there or not.
 And yet
 Perhaps it is sheer ingratitude. but | when I tot up what I've given to soeie- | ty and and what I've received the debit side quite dwarfs the credit side
 I've used my energy, time and talent in being a society girl, and what have I for it?
 INUt eNeH d HuSpdIlu, WHICH IS IHe UHe reward society holds out to bud
 I'm somewhat shopworn in temper |. and complexion-as the loveliest girl must be after-m-m-several seasons in society. I've expended as much ener- 5y, time and talent as a man would in making a name for himself, and what nave for it?
 As I lamented before-not even a 
 I could have had one, of course-any if she's not hopelessly disflg- lred, can marry man if she wishes to- Butt f. Well, there was the very rich old man cho studied me critically as he would
 beec for market or a colt for racing. nd decided that was worth the price. .. There was the man perfectly charm . ng and financially eliglble-with a for the large cold bottle There was the man-about- town who, aving tired of fitting, thought he'd : ke to settle down with some nice girl .. pr a wife. There was the epoiled boy .. 7ith million or so--a pretty boy, and . was tempted. But he married to con- ole himself, and cuts down her allow i. nee to show lis power--Ilice boy! There was the tribe of young things lways willing to be married If papa T l-law can be found to take care of |,