The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-08-05
BAIT FOR THE BACHELORS.
THE SUMNER GIRL GOES HUNT
ING WITH A PARASOL.
And Is More Than Ever Likely to Bag Her
Prey This Year-The Latest Faresois
Justly Termed CONNECTIONS and Sug.
gestiye OF Daintiness Their Real Uses.

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gestiye OF Daintiness Their Real Uses.
Originally-years and years ago-a par
asol was a spreading collapsible thing with
a handle and intended to keep of rain.
Now2
Well, not much.
Nowadays a parasol Is a CONNECTION In
French millinery destined to lure on to their
doom susceptible creatures Of the male
persuasion.
In those same good old days-an very
old and half forgotten days are good, have
you noticed?-parasols were divided into
two Glasses.
There was the Uncle Josh buying gold
bricks umbrella, a rich shade Of bottle green
tinged with chocolate and alkali dust.
Then there was the church going. silk
hat, Grameroy Park parasol., aristooratio,
slender and black silk. warranted not to
crock. ..''' cd" b
As to the manner Of carrying, you grabbed
the handle in your fist and pointed the rod
straight at the sun and, being sure you were
right, went ahead.
Nowhere, at no time, were there ever
coquettish tilt Of a sunshade than during
this summer of 1905 on Fifth avenue or
on Avenu Q B. r.
You just ought to see one Of the new
parasols. Here is one like ripe cherriesi
even j%uicier, hemstitched and real natural
you lived up on Begun Creek. and Jimmy
and you picked berries in June to buy new
Biographies in September that the stubby
roots that bumped your poor toes would
some day, with faces washed, every freckle
and speckle brought out c~onspicuously,
md iraaaa1 in A,tHu chiffon md hand
painted satin, greet you from the window
Of one of the finest shops on the avenue.
Does that bunny, knotty handle whisper
to you, when you hold it close to your face,
Of the smell OF the pines and the yellow OF
the peoples up there on Begun Creek?
Onoe upon a time when you visited Mrs.
Browne Jones, whose husband endows
colleges and has govt. she led you on tippy-
toe into a darkened chamber and elowly
and solemnly drew from rolls OF tissue
with three roses and a leaf pictured or It.
Hand painted" she whispered.
They use that same thrilling, spine chilli
ing tone in the plays Mr.. Comstook doesn't
like.
Hand painted"
You gazed on the pre- cious thing with
eyes as full Of alteration as the oherubs In
Somebody's Madonna. Three whole roees
and a leaf, and all hand painted.
Well, what would you say to q whole
parasol of ivory satin hidden under a mass
Of roses. great luscious roses and baby
buds peeking out from green leaf blankets,
just the great smelly kind that grew along
the banks of Bee gum Creek in June
What would You say to that?
And, honestly, they're cheap, too. So
tell tho salesgirl you couldn't think OF
buying anything so ,comfnon-you wonder
IL she knows your gloves are darned, then
you stutter something else and trip over
a rug on your way out. Only S50l
good linen sunshade and give it to the baby
with a pair Of big shears; you tell him to go
as far as he likes. While he's busy you scar
up one of the front lace curtains kind OF
promiscuous like. Then you lay your lace
patches on the nice artistic little holes
OF course, to be honest, the lace applique
doesn't really keep out rain, but it does let
in on pink and white cheeks bewitching
little shadows and flecks Of sunlight, and
some of us who are not as young as We
floppy straw rim, the bit OF black court
PLASTER or the dotted veil that onoe warded
of inspection of our complexion,
There's the Joy OF the rarasol to us. The
dazyl ling touch and go it brings, OF the youth
we loved and lost.
CT course as long as bouquets Of buds
blossom out every summer, as long
as hard hearted bachelors and soft headed
widowers bite at the bait of strings, pink
and white and lacy. we will have with US
the real summary .oarasol st .vberries
half hidden under a fnth OF bubS'y cream.
It's this 81 ecies that Goes the deadly work
at those places noted for wild waves and
mosquitoes. white duck trousers end novels,
lobsters AL like.
You see, it, this way:
He carries her r arasol.
He is very anxious to please.
: He must needs look often into her face
to see if any struggling sunbeam dares to
intrude.
There's a dimple on the cheek toward
him. 1t comes and goes when she laughs:
And it's all over before you can say Jack
Robinson. Later Sister Jane says it's the
cut of her white tailor suit: Brother Bob
is nasty and says it's sunstroke. and Muvver
says it's the eyes from the maternal grand
mothers side. But the girl, she knows.
She knows it's the parasol, .
And 40 she folds it 'lovingly- away with o
few tears and much lavender, the magic
sunAssar parasol Of 1900. a