The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-10-20

really are most expressive idioms,"
continued the speaker warmly why,
to hairs breadth often, they can give
the turn Of an emotion, a perception,
while you might search every known
language and not find their counter
part to express some phases of the
unique complexity of our modern life
Why, do you know there are twelve
thousand more words in use today than
in old JohnSons time. And these are
not denominations merely, but bona
fide English dictionary words, actual
additions, new bits of speech coined or
constructed to meet the new demand
and the slang of Shakespeare's time is
the classic of our own. Language must
grow to fit the growing nations that
use it. Now, when 1 corrected you,
just now
But an emphatic snore cut short the
sentence, and the disguised linguistic
reformer departed in search of another
audience.
1t will not do for the pretty girl to
hide her passe hat under an accumula-
ton of gauze veilings any longer The
milliners have found her out. In con-
vention assembled in Chicago, they
have denounced the veil and jeered at
the woman who wears it. 1t gives too
much opportunity to economical wom-
en- to look smart at trif1ing expense
to suit the other women who live by
the hats they sell. Mime. Hunt, the
presiding officer of the National Mil
liners association, said in opening the
campaign against the veil: ut is dan
gerous fashion, style which puts
money in the pockets of their veilmak-
ers, but takes it out of ours. Many
women conceal old hats under fluffy
masses of brown yelling and then fore
go the pleasure of a new hat. We must
expose the practice"
why, wheii did you get on?" asked
a middle-aged, well groomed man on a
Fourth avenue car, of an acquaintance
whom he happened to sight over the
edge of his evening paper.
oh, I've been keeping an eye on
you-and the rest of the world-ever
since Forty second street. You fell
lows don't know what you miss, bury
ing yourselves in paper that way"
why, what happened?"
Human nature, for one thing; it's
always happening for that matter, but
/ think you get an extra share of it on
a street car. For instance, back there
in the tunnel, at Thirty eighth street,
a couple of women hurried down the
steps and began violently waving their
arms. We were coming on at pretty
good speed, of course, but any motor
man who wasn't stone blind couldn't
have failed to see them standing there,
and If they hadn't moved a muscle he
would inevitably have taken it for
granted they wanted to board the car.
What else in the world would the wom-
en- have been there for? But would
you believe it?-those two females
stood there describing wild circles in.
the air with their arms and umbrellas,
and hitching over toward the track
from the time we left Thirty fourth
street. Now, don't you call that sort
of an incarnate joke?
Then, up there about Thirtieth
street, an august parsonage arose in all
the glory of her rustling silk and
sparkling jewels, and, motioning to the
conductor in a superior, upper crust
sort of way, swept toward the rear
door. The platform was crowded, as
you see it now. Conductor she said
haughtily, glancing toward the bunch
of men who had huddled to the right Of
the door at her approach, make them
stand aside. I'm going to Fifth avenue,
and I want to get off at that side The
brass-buttoned factotum glared at her
for a second; Move away, gentlemen
he said, the lady wants to climb over
the gatei' Her highness gave one
glance at the diagonal iron bars on her
right and wilted off the other side of
the platform without a word.
Then, block or two further down
a colorless little thy WILDE done
looking person timidly boarded the car
and hesitatingly held out her fare, but
it somehow fell foul of the conductors