The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-06-30

olUhlEo VI ldE 1VWN.
The father of a North Side belle surveyed
his daughters costume as she stepped down
the stairs, arrayed for conquest.
Now the father OF the family lived his
life at the presidents desk in the wholesale
house. except for brief intervals in the
bosom OF his family, which he spent with
his nose buried in his books and newspa-
pers. According TO his wife and the girls.
he knew about as much about style as an
old owl. and couldn't tell a Paris creation
from a sunbonnet unless II had price
mark. But on this occasion he surprised
the family by waking up and making
comment on the fashions.
We'll, where is the bulge now?'' he said.
blinking at his daughter over his spectacles.
THE what?" said the young woman
severely. with a vague feeling that she was
being ridiculed.
All I've been able to observe in busy
lifetime about women's togs," he ex-
planned. lis that there Is always a bulge
somewhere. Indeed, the prevalent style Of
any period is always defined by a. distinct
noopskirt era, 1t was the skirts which
bulged; later on 1t was the hustle; then for
long time; the mutton-leg sleeve and
more recently the kangaroo pouch. The
purpose. of my inquiry was to ascertain
where the bulge is now?''
Without words his daughter held up her
or yards OF silk and chiffon, dropping from
grunted the mere man as he returned to
his newspaper" but L must confess 1 can't
keep track OF the vagaries OF the bulge"
Xxx
President Roosevet's oft reiterated asser-
ton that large families are an unmitigated
blessing does not always find echo in
the heart of the harassed house-mother,
a. would seem. Judging from the remark
made by q little girl-the youngest OF seven
1.-The other day. In company with little
boy she had wandered away from home in
search Of adventure, SO far that the two
little souls found themselves, or rather lost
themselves In South Capitol avenue. miles
away from home and mother. The little
boy began TO cry. "Oh, I'm so scared" he
sas tSs So1 ons will Of ansP
dryly, you needn't be so awful scared of
gettin kidnapped. My mother says every
body has got more children now than they
woman walked into the glove depart
ment OF an Indianapolis dry goods store
the other day and laid what the salesman
thought was her ear trumpet down on the
counter. The salesman thought the woman
was hard OF hearing"
IT would like to look at some gloves"
said the woman.
The salesman looked at the woman and
then at the ear trumpet and then said
loudly: "Just what kind of gloves do you
The woman looked at the salesman quiz
zicaily and said in an ordinary tone: Some
street gloves, please.
"Do you prefer the one or the two-button
glove?" asked the salesman. leaning far
over the counter and speaking loud enough
one on sne NJ near ren n
woman. but please tell me what makes
you speak SO loudly"
II thought you were hard OF hearing"
said the salesman. pointing TO the ear
"oR. no. that ear trumpet belongs to my
bent II and brought it downtown to have
II repaired"
reporter on a morning paper recently
found IL necessary to telephone to prom
inent North Side business man. at about
the hour Of midnight. AT the time the man
did not seem annoyed at being awakened
at such an 'unseemiy hour" The next
day .he reporter called upon the man at
his home.
Something had happened In the meantime
which made the man very angry at news
papers and reporters in general BY the
way. this man Is a very modest citizen,
who does not like to have his name in the
papers. He lives what has been termed
''tiss simple life"-that Is. much as a
modern business man can live a simple life
81 have letter 1 want to show you," said
door. Ills manner did not belle his frame
OF mind and the reporter saw trouble in the
interview.
the man. CURLY. "All want is to have
you people, mean the newspapers-ieaye
But this is matter would like to talk
20 YOU about a moment" insisted the re-
Il can't trust you fellows replied the
"Have we printed anything you don't
Iike?" asked the reporter.
mo. but there was young man UP here
from another paper last night and he told
me he wouldn't publish what l told him.
This morning it was all in his paper"
hay reD 30 Win tSs what the
II know. but you come up here to ques-
ton me about the same thing, and I'm not
going 10 stand It," said the man. His anger
was Increasing 'i want to know whether
whether the newspapers can 10 what they
II haven't anything to do with what the
other newspapers or the other reporters
did" the reporter said.
The man began to see that he had let his
anger carry him too far and he spoke more
calmly.
'swen. don't mean you. young man. I
mean the newspapers. the corporations.
They have imposed upon me-"
But are you going 20 blame me for
something some one else does?"
The reporter had reached the door. When
he started to go the man held out his hand
and said:
'No offerse, young man. I'm very sorry
AZ have said anything to you I should not
have said. This matter has made me pref
~ angry. But. by the way, won't you come
I'm TO lunch?''
mo. thank you" said the reporter
BY insisting that he did not have time
to wait two weeks TO be heard the agent
OF new cyclopedia yesterday lost good
sale
This Ia the worst time OF the whole sum-
zuer to try 20 see lawyers" the agent was