Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1906-08-12

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Summer Girl and Her ParasoI.
Originally-years and years ago-a par sol
was a spreading, collapsble thing with a
handle and intended to keep of rain. Now?
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.
You just ought to see one OF the new
parasols, exclaims the New York Sun.
Here is one like ripe cherries, even
jucier, hemstitched and real natural wood
handle. Little did you think, when 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 conspicu-
ously, and dressed in fluffy chiffon and
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 1t close to
your face of the smell Of the pines and
the yellow of the peoples up there on
Begun creek?
Once upon a time when you visited Mrs.
Browne-J ones, whose husband endows col
leges and has govt, she led you on tippy-
toe into a darkened chamber and slowly
and solemnly drew from rolls of tissue
paper in the bureau drawer a bit OF satin
with three roses and a leaf pictured on It.
Hand painted" she whispered.
They use that same thrilling. spine chill
ing tone IN the plays Mr., Comstock doesn't
like.
Hand painted"
You gazed on the precious thing with
eyes as full of alteration as the cherubs in
Somebody's Madonna. Three whole roses
and leaf, and all hand painted.
Well. what would you say to a 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 Begun creek in June2
What would you say to that2
And, honestly, they're cheap. too. So
cheap it makes you laugh out loud. You
tell the salesgirl you couldn't think OF
buying anything so common-you wonder
If she knows your gloves are darned; then
you stuttcr something else and trip over a
rug on your way out. Only S5O
Then there's another kind. You take a
good linen sunshade and give it 10 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 cur
tains kind of promiscuous-like. Then you
lay your lace patches on the nice artistic
little holes baby has sawed out of each
linen gore
or course, to be honest, the lace ap-
plique doesn't really keep out rain, but IT
does let in on pink and white cheeks be-
witching little shadows and hccks Of sun
light, and some Of US who are not as
young as we used TO be welcome any va
Ration on the ioppy straw rim, the bit Of
black court plaster or the dottel veil that
once warded off inspection Of our com
Dlex!on.
There's the Joy Of the parasol to us. The
dazzling touch and go II brings Of the
youth we loved and lost.
OF 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 lace, we will have with us
the real summary parasol-strawberriei
half hidden under a froth Of hubby cream.
IT'S this species that does the deadly work
at those places noted for wild waves and
mosquitoes. white duck trousers and nov
els, Holsters and such like.
You see, it's this wayi
He carries her parasoL