The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-05-25

men VI lSI city DY OOTOlny DIX IN the
New Orleans Picayune. 1t is all worth
quoting. but we have space only for a
few paragraphs:
In fashion the New Orleans girl is
essentially French. She Is chic. rather
than smart-a thing of frills and friv-
OILS. of chiffons and laces and fiuttering
ribbons. Her shops are full of Won
derful pineapple tissues and silk gauges
and organizes so thin and fine you can
draw them through a finger ring. and
mulls that are mere diaphanous wells.
and it is in these she loves to dress
herself.
She isn't tailor-mare. like the New
York girl. She lacks the tallness. the
swagger and a certain dash of man.
nishness to carry off the severe sim
plicity of a tailormade frock. Her
round, dimpled throat was never in
tended by nature to be incased in a
linen collar. Her supple little figure,
all alluring feminine curves, was never
designed for the up-and-downness OF
a trousers like creased skirt, but give
her bolt of muslin and yards and
wards of lace and ribbon. and she will
come forth looking like Undine rising
from the foam
The Northern woman has never
Srasped the art of muslins any more
than the Southern woman has the
knack of being tailor-made. In an or
CANDY Northern woman always looks
ch1Tonee-which is the polite Creole
word for bedraggled-but the New Or
leans girl knows the alpha and omega
OF fiuffiness. To see her on a summer
day, one hand skillfully catching UP
pillows of crisp skirts, the warm white
of neck and arm showing dimly
through meshes of lace-just a glimpse
of dainty lingerie, and a slim foot in
a high-hee slipper-is to cease to
wonder that old-fashioned romances
always dressed their heroines in SIM
pie white muslin.
Athletics do not appeal to the New
Orleans girl. She will dance all night
YES, but as for walking, she does it for
necessity, not for amusement AS for
knocking ball about field all day.
and getting red in the face and sun
burnt and blowsy, when one might just
as well be sitting quietly and coolly
and comfortably on a club house veran-
da-she shrugs her shoulders at the
very thought. and throws out her hands
with gesture that says there are Pc
culiarities of taste that the wisest Of
us cannot fathom.
Perhaps, after all, this is the chief
charm of the New Orleans girl, that in
some subtle manner she has managed
to combine the past and the present
she has the alert uo-to-dateness and
wideawakeness of the new woman
with all the soft gentleness OF the old
She has assumed certain masculine
prerogatives, but she has kept all Of
the old feminine grace and sweetness
She never stands up for her rights, and
she gets the privileges of life presented
to. her on a silver salver.
Blanche
ment declared the other day to a
Washington reporter:
Il wouldn't be a beauty for any.
thing on this earth. Imagine having
to be dressed up all your life You
dare not appear the least bit ordinary
/ GU dare not show your face without
keeping up your standard You care
not do anything for fear the public will
say, Sometimes she is beautiful, but
have seen her when she was not.
NO, thank you; give me my simple
life, my horse and the glorious sum
mer, when l am unrestricted and can
go tearing over the hills without a
hat and nobody to bother me, and to
reel that my life is free, and l don't
care for anything except that I'm glad
I'm living.
Il fear my tastes are different from
those OF many members of my profess
SION" ~
To say that young wives do much
unnecessary worrying, says Clara
Belle in the Cincinnati Enquirer. is to
use sentiment old enough to be
classed as a gag. But it's true, and
why the dears don't quit, get down to
brass tacks and worm it out of hub
by is more than l can understand, ex-
cept in rare especial cases. The men
are easy marks Women can't keep
secrets? Bosh! The men can't, not
guilty ones Yet the last way in the
world for woman to get anything
out of man is to ask him about it,
especially If he is the woman's hus-
band. So, when George comes home
with cloudy brow, and you know he
has something on his mind, and when
your heart is full of anxiety, the best
thing to do is to pretend ii isn't. Men
are not in the habit of concesling their
feelings. That was a chief charm of
George when he was counting you and
would make love in the most dread
fully reckless way, just anywhere. We
women, on the other hand. are used
from babyhood to pretending we are
well when we aren't, to making believe
things we don't, to being cheerful for
the sake of others when we feel like
many acres of tombstones. All this,
when the one relief was to tell some
body about our miseries. Naturally,
then, WHEY wants to supply to George
this comfort, but he doesn't want it.
Ee has always kept his trouble TO
himself, and he thinks II would be a
low thing to bother his wife with
them. although he isn't able to keep
his wife from guessing that something
is up. AS 1t would be lots better for
him and would make her feel far more
secure If he would only "confide" in
her, and she should take him right
So let her be as CHEEKY as can be,
and just give him chances Lead up to
the question, talk around IL. come at
it and away again. A man will never
know what you are doing till. present
ly, out it comes. Suppose the pink
note" that makes so much trouble in
plays and books is what is the matter
in this case. Don't break your heart
say nothing and think all those awful
things that in the play result in es-
arrangement for three acts. Just say:
George. dear, you dropped a pretty
pink note out of your pocket this morn
ing. and it's pinned onto your pin
cushion. Just suppose / had read it,"
Ten to one he will laugh and tell
you to read it now, or maybe he will
pretend to be frightened Then you
can keep up the joke, being careful
not to act as If you expected TO see the
He is almost sure to tell you
ly quite clear that you don't believe
there really is anything that he is try
ing to keep from you, but that you are
a sensible woman, and If there is
though, of course. there isn't-you are
a bean more anxious not to discover IL