The sun., 1904-11-15
TEAPESYUOUS PETlICOATERY
ROUNDING CAPE FLATIRON UN-
DER BALLOON JIBS.


the Champagne-C0lor Thingummies
Nothing Could SubJugate the Platte ed
Rune That Wanted TO he an Airship.
Every policeman on duty at the corner
OF Broadway, Fifth avenue and Twenty
third street had the same unofficial report
to make to his mates in the Tenderloin
station when he turned in last night
oh, twas terrible day
Sure 1t was cold and windy everywhere,
they would tell him.
-T'ell with the weather: twas the rub
berneoks that drove me most crazy. Once
I oame near sending In the riot call When
the dame with the umbrella fiounces got
half way across and-no, I'll say no more.
It's not beHttin' man Of family
For,lt was the day Of the big wind in
Broadway, with particular application to
Flatiron corner. There was to be had q
twelve hour study in embarrassed women
and fiendish men. Likewise the puzzle OF
how the wind can blow up Broadway and
down Fifth avenue at the same time II
was a tricky, demoniacal wind that lay
In wait for it's victims, blew gently while
they stood in the lee Of the big buildings,
and then. when they trusdngly ventured
on the asphalt pounced upon them and did
its worst.
The weather man may tell you II blew
west. by north or south, but the shoppers
knew that 1t blew aslant and upward from
the pavement Blinded by pillows Of
shimmering blue taffeta blown five feet
higher than it's intended altitude. the victim
would seek refuge on the midway platform,
there to be whipped by. the zephyrs at their
fieroest. Flounces, with and without hori-
zontal tucks, sailed for the sky.
Every time dozen women grouped
themselves football style and made rush
In unison, and at each heartrending cry
the mankind Of Madison Square turned to
gloat Fen when garments were induced
to stay near the earth, conditions were
terrible. A fifty mile gale can make a skirt
stick far, far closer than brother.
be observed, has been laid aside for the
present, but there is still a considerable
fancy for the openwork kind. Ordinarily,
however, the black, browns and grays,
opaque and warm, have the run, the be st
having spliced selvages.
play Of French flannel and albatrcss stuff ,
but at Flatiron corner 1t seems to matter
little whether the Sc are augmented by
embroidery or lace. the display having so
little stability and the critics 80 poor taste.
AZ first the .gloaterss hid in doorways.
walked slowly to and fro or pretended to
be interested In the mechanical toys on
sale at the Fifth avenue corner. As their
numbers grew and there were not enough
hooks from which to peer in comfort, the
villains lined up along the sidewalk with as
o9 %10h The prese when shsy oam M Spos
the sea Of lingerie they gazed at the sky,
but the first Whit Of renewed gale sent
them rushing toward the curb for an un-
obscured view.
-oh, see the escurial applique twittered
the dry goods clerk on his way to lunch.
IF you say that again, said the biggest
cop, you re pinched.
Two men from Wall Street, innocent Of
anything except a discussion Of some new
industrial schemes, got in the wake Of a
couple OF women who were in dire straits.
Il tell you," said one Of the men to the
other, they are combinations
Heavens, Minnie, said one Of the women,
overhearing the Wall Street remark, ARE
we as badly disarranged as all that?'
About p N. the police got busy with
their business III they had any, twenty
to the minute.
-G'wan, now." was the regular COM
mand. You can't hang around any more.
You're here for nothin' good"
cops could do. They could guide the
damsels in distress across the storm centre
and Danish the wicked gloater from his
vantage point, but they could not control
the tempestuous petticoat. screen the fast
black isle from the cruel world or subju-
gate the plated ruffle that imagined itself
an airship.
Late in the afternoon a faker turned up
with clamp weights to be attached to the
skirt bottoms, but he did little business
and soon departed for Long Acre Square,
whence rumors came that the game was
even better. True, the wind was very stiff
there, made 30 by the new Times Building,
but the victims were not so many as in
the shopping district.
At 9 o'clock last evening the swish OF
skirts in trouble at the Flatiron and the
screams Of their owners could be heard
at Twenty-fifth street.
Raymond Brown, 20 years old, of $50
Putnam avenue, Brooklyn, was fined IS
by Magistrate Barlow In jefferson Market
police court yesterday for watching too
many turns at the Flatiron continuous
performance.
Il chased him away half dozen times,'
said Policeman Purcell OF the Broadway
squad