The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-12-01
CHIMMIE FADDEN AT THE
HORSE SHOW IN NEW YORK

Was we to de horse show? I Won
der! You couldn't lose us. Say, Ouch
ess don't know a New Jersey steer
from a Kentucky torrowbred, but you
couldn't keep her from de horse show
wit bayonets.
Let us 60" she says to me, land
lied"
"On your way!" I says. ut is de
most civilized village dis side de Har
lem" 1 says. I'm de driving class for
trotters, in de hackney class, in four
in-hands, tandems, in all de signs of
civilization and refinement" 1 says,
pinching some of Mr.. PauPs woids,
New York Is a strawberry for fair"
1 says.
Truly" says Duchess, "de entry
list is lovely" she says. IT was hear
ing Miss Fannie tell" she says, "of
one entry of ametyist-colored clot,"
and lustrous panne velvet, with Per-
sian 'broideries."
Dat must be a monkey" I says.
''It's no horse"
"Anodder entry" says Duchess, not
listening to me wOids of wisdom, lis
a blouse bodice, slightly gaddered on
de shoulders, and at de belt, bote front
and back. Let me hasten" she says,
Ito de horse show"
Sure" I says. Let us get a move
on. De hunter class is shooting round
de ring, and the high-jumper class is
near OUTER sight"
1T opens in a V-shape, wit all its
edges bound wit Persian lamb" says
Duchess.
"On your way!" I says. ITO de
woods wit you! Do you tink it is a
country fair? Dere is no lambs at de
horse show" says, barring de bunch
dat opens wine in de wine-room."
Well, little Miss Fannie fell off her
bike, and bumped her conk one day,
so of course Miss Fannie, Mr.. Bur-
ton, and Whiskers wanted no horse
show dat night, and Duchess got do
tickets for de box. I wored one of Mr..
Burtons dress suits, and it fitted me
so dudley 1 had yard Of pants to roll
up at de bottoms. But Duchess was
in 1t for style up to de limit. She
had dress Miss Fannie give her, and,
honest a strawberry was a turnip
alongside her!
When we floats to de box Duchess
hists lornyet to her pepper, and takes
a peep at folks around us with such
side on her l felt like giving away
brownstone fronts on de Avenoo. I
was watching Mr.. Paul in de ring, driv-
ing his four-in-hand like he does ev-
erything else-as If it was so easy it
made him tired-and when he swung
box, looking for Whiskers, l spose. He
seen me, tips me a solemn wink, and
when he wins de foist prize he strolls
over to US, wit his hands in his pock-
cts. He leans over de box, and says,
"Hortense'-what is Duchess name
you is looking like bunch of fleurs-
de-lis dis evening"
''Merci, Msieu," says Duchess, pass
ing him out a bow dat paralyzed de
mugs rubbering to see who Mr.. Paul
was talking to. Tell me, Msieu Paul"
she says, why all de big space in de
centre is turned into a stable? If de
loidies was let to prom'nad dere, dey
could show dere gowns twice as we'll
| Is dere not stalls enough in New York
| for de horses" she says, without
wasting good space on EN- here?"
| Madam Fadden," says Mr.. PAUL
/ always dies when 1 hears Duchess
called Mrs. Fadden-'you has wisdom
as well as wit. Having a pull here, -
! he says, Il shall arrange next year
TO put de horses in de boxes and de
! loidies in de ring. Edward w Town
/ send in Harper's Weekly