The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-01-26
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C1IE was little woman with n |
y hurt tone of voice as she sighed
that the new century had not
produced a new manner Of man, they I
were stil the same inconsistent lords |
Of creation. as blind as bats to their !
real selves" and more in like vein. |
She spoke from the depths of a long
suffering and silent past. A little tact |
full sympathy soon won her confidence.
Ii had come about by her showing
him with pardonable pride q graceful
mention OF her very pest new gown
in the society column of our leading
journal. lie had read and re-read 1t
with u countenanCe expressive OF
scorn and contempt, and finally re-
marked in the tone of u man with a
soul above buttons" "why, / do not
know what ] should do If some one
should write up my clothes in the pa
rcr." Francis Wilson says at is n
long worm that has no turning" and
she turned; feeling that IL the truth
about billy and 1'illy's clothes could
but be written up IL would strike q
responsive chord in many a feminine
breast.
She murmured loyalty, BILLY is
really a dear fellow. but he is fus-
sier than any old maid" her tones
were lowered to whisper and she
looked steathly around as she con-
fdcd how his underwear must always
he a certain impossible shade Of baby
blue. and blue that is fast" is al
ways so expensive, but winter and
summer he must be "a symphony in
blue" Then such hose, such plaids
and polka dots. such loud striking
clocks she had blushed to see his ef-
| forts on occasions to display the whole
pattern-and row after rows Of shoes,
| high, low. thick, thin, tight ihabitual-
| ly and incurably tight) and never the
| right pair on his feet! And Shirts
| but then every woman could write q
| book about mems shirts, the memory
of a certain red striped one brought
tears to her eyes, and then his col
| lars. or shall we spell It choler? How
mems necks shrink and swell from
week to week. Rillv will jerk one off.
| tear 1t in two, fling 1t and some Ian
Suage in the scrap basket Just like
| any other man, only maybe little
more so, a creaking collar will spoil
| the most festive occasion for him and
| his entire household.
The necktie field Is almost too
wide to touch upon, how her finest
sensibilities have been shocked to
behold him in n purple, stream
| ing, sash-like affair, reaching a
broad, yellow leather belt, and this
too, with a green and blue plaid shirt!
| Big ties, little ties. broad ties. narrow
ties brought to her to shorten or
| lengthen to the fraction Of an inch
| decreed by fashion. She could not de-
| eide which was the most trying sea-
son, when the heavy winter clothes
were always bagging at the knee ana
| needing constant pressing, which was
| never done right, or the summer sea-
son when the ducks came out OF the
| water all crooked and creased the
wrong way.
Billy Is no exception, and what
| man ever gets good-naturedly into
| "A frock coat? When the last but
| ton IL buttoned, the puffy Ascot tie
| properly puffed. the silk hat poised
| and gloves fastened, the deep melan-
| chply of successful undertaken has
settled down upon Billy and he is as
| one who mourns and refuses to be
| comforted. oh! the tales that proper.
pious silk hat could tell could 1t speak
| from its inner consciousness, 1t ac-
| companies Billy on all his travels and
| contains almost his entire worldly pos
| sessions, a heterogeneous lot of gloves
hose. razors, shaving soap, shoe polish,
| photographs, collars, cuffs, studs, stick
| pins and buttons which he is so mys-
| terious about, they must be tender
tokens from anonymous admirers, but
he is as proud as Punch of them all.
| Time was. when Billy was younger.
he delighted to array himself in even
ing clothes or Tuxedo seven nights
week, but now when the subject of
going out after dinner is broached, IT
is always. DO ] have to get into my
togs? Then don't let's go" and by
the time he is in them the edge of
enjoyment is pretty we'll worn Off and
yet he thinks nothing could be written
about "his clothes"
This vaccination business is assum-
ing gigantic proportions. The girl
who isn't laid up with the grip is ou,
of the race because she's been vac-
cnated. One fair young matron, in
her zeal TO have it done right, was
thoroughly vaccinated the other day
but il didn't take" Then she
promptly went back TO her physician
with many murmurings, and insisted
upon having 4 second edition, which
he located little south of the pre-.
vious attempt.
My lady is now lGmenting her impa.
tlcnce, for both vaccinations have sud.
denly taken, with conscientious ener'
gy worthy a less painful subject.
one of the most prominent physt
: clans in town was visited last weel
by n little lady, who whlrled into hi
, office i'm apparent excitement. and
while her face grew pale with earn
estncss, she vociferated, "Vaccinatt
, me quick, doctor! This very minute
} DO I have to take off my shoe?"
Now this particular doctor is a big
handsome man, with calm and PLACID
manner which has helped to net hin
q fortune in mis- protesslOn-one of tn
!, sort of men who walks into a sict
D room with such comfortable, reliabl,
n look on mis- Nisnga that his patients
simply gasp with content and salts
faction, feeling that everything vii
now be all right, and justice To hin
will admit that it generally is al
right.
( "Why all this mad haste?" inquired
the doctor pleasantly.
"Haste!" she fairly shrleked. fv,
been too deadly slow. It's all YOU
fault every bit. You just ought T.
q have made me get vaccinated that da,
! when ] didn't want to bother"
The doctor continued to look pa
tient and walt for further enlighten
mcnt. "I want you to hurry" sh