The Jersey City news., 1903-02-05


| irregular shape. almost transparent aud
| fiat. and are mounted OH bronze. the rich
toned metal being wrought into dainty
garlands of flowers about half an inch
/ wide encircled and holding the shells in
I place to model the dome shaped globe.
/ When lighted the Illumination Is lovely.
! There is charm about the neat wonl-
an that is as captivating as it Is indie
. scribable. Her clothes fit perfectly and
they are put on properly. Thus she has
an ininntable style that is all her own,
and she easily outshines her more beau
rifnl but less natty sister. Her gloves
are never soiled or broken and her foot
wear is in the pink of condition. Her hair
reveals attention and care and her teeth
are refreshingly clean. Among thou
sand women you would pick her out
as the one who impresses you most fa-
vorabiy says the Pittsburg 0bserver."
Her under garments are as clean and
well fitting as her outer ones, and this is
one Of the secrets of her charming ap-
pearance. She does not wear top-heavy-
looking hats or long trains on the street,
like the woman of poor taste does. She
never vulgarizes herself by wearing cheap
jewelry and her handkerchiefs are al
, ways fresh and Of nice quality. Consis-
tency characterizes her attire, making
Z her jewel precious and bright.
In England the plum pudding for the
Christmas dinner is always made and
put away for future use the week before
Advent. In America. with our modern
inventions. we do not have to make such
early preparations. for we can buy almost
all materials all already prepared; but
there is one disadvantage in this system.
Women are likely to leave everything
until the last day; then, when Christ
mas comes, they work all the time and
are too tired to enjoy the dinner they
8 have cooked, or the festivities which fol
low. More than two-thir9s of the women
IN this country who keep house either do
their own housework or employ only one
servant, seldom a good cook So when it
comes to a Christmas dinner, the women
of the house must either cook almost
everything herself or personally superin-
tend the getting Of the meal.
There is time, writes now grown
up woman of her early days of that
bewildering experience of being .neither
one thing or the other; time when
ones frock have no PERMANENT length Of
/! skirt or sleeve. but are constantly up and
down. We seem to be made Of arms
and legs, and the utmost charity of our
fondest friend finds but an apologetic ex-
preston. Poor child! She is just that
agef We Were always in the way then.
or felt so, even when people were very
kind and forgot us altogether-and how
10 dispose of ourselves was a sad prob
/, lem.
/ Happy you are, growing girl" con-
tinues the writer out of her own expert
ence, IF you take volume of Dickens
and go up into the garret and forget that
You are you, reading yourself into an
other world. 1t is the great, peaceful
time of your life; perhaps in this busy
/ world there will never comes another like
it, and happy is the girl who knows that
] Whatever unhappy sense the phrase may
have just that age is the golden age of
Dickens. No stupid-wise, critical inspec
tlon bothers YOU; you know and care
nothing about literature; style and pur-
pose are nlheaid of; words, paragraphs
a nd M bo41
plunge through them. forgetting That you
read, you i've and love and laugh and
hate and weep-and arc never so happy.
One perhaps never grows too old for
Dickens, and is not too young for aim
very long, but however great d pleasure
he may always be, from ten to sixteen in
the years Of your life he is one OF the
joys Of living. 1t may not be peculiarly
true of DickenS--st IS possible that the
pleasure of doing anything again that we
loved first and best to do long ago, is
largely in the memory of the irss delight,
but true il certainly Is in rereading the
joys and sorrows Of our old Dickens
friends. We laughed in the garret ana We
laugh again over Sam Wellef,s wisdom
and absurdities, over Mrs. Bardell's an
ger and revenge, and over all the advegl-
lures and nonsense of Pickwiek and his
friends. We follow poor Oliver Twist
breabhlessly through his maze of bur-
glars and rascals, we went and smiled
with Peggotty and David Copperfeld.
But of all the lives we were led and all
the sighs we saw. most of all did we
yiyadly feel grief or horror when some
dearly beloved friend or rascal died We
cannot often weep over them ncw-we
know them to wen, PERHAPS, and then we
have found out, with our prying, too
much Of how it is done. We have learned
the trick of analyzing, and discovered
ways and means. In the garret we felt
the enehantnent of the first balcony DIS
tance now we have come down, and
nearer, and understood too we'll the stage
machinery.
Encourage the girl to read Dickens in
the time when she is neither one thing
nor the other" concludes the wise wo
man, and SO give her world Of refuge
i from herself"