The daily sentinel., 1907-12-21

Shrus OF the shoulders and an air
persiiaga American women mus,
make good. ~
In extenuatlon of the charms n
'he fair sex of Uncle Sans land. I
need only be pointed out that NJ
Ular's opinion was based on an in.
spection of the women of New Yorl
alone. l admit it with shame. but
IL Is nevertheless a fact. deduced
from patient and painstaking obser.
vation, that the metropolis has fewer
really beautiful and charming women
In proportion to population than any
other city in the land. MoLey-lust
and pleasure madness have reduced
them to miserable copies of each 9th.
err No generalization is ever who'll
iy true, and this one is no exception
There are beautiful women in New
fork-of them, but candor compels
the confession that they are Iamen-
table majority. However. desire 1t
distinctly understood that any New
York woman reading these lines is
one of the exceptions to my rash
generalization.
Let NJ. Ular devote a few days to
the inspection of the fair daughters
of Buffalo and Savannah ard Louis
vile and Memphis and Detroit and
Kansas City and Los Angeles-even
Chicago.
Then. If NJ. Ular repeats his as
sertion that American women are
less beautiful and charming than
those of Paris. We will not know him
for what he is.
A gallant and patriotic defender
of the feminity of La Belle France.
and, withal, a liar.
New York's Aching Void.
There is n great. aching void in
the stomach of Gotham. For many
months l have felt this III my heart
or perhaps it was in some other
portion of my anatomy. Now
know where the void is located and
whatwith it may be filled.
1t was from visiting Texan that
l secured the Information. l found
him polishing the mahogany of a
Nassau street bar and drowning his
evident sorrows in the flowing bowl.
His countenance, expressive of the
most poignant grief, told of some Sc
cret agony that was gnawing at his
vitals. His voice was sad and had
in it the mourLful tone of whang-
uoouie w--pins for its first born.
Possessing. as | do, sympathetic
soul, sought to extend first aid to
the injured. In broken words he
told me his story. Two weeks ago
he had left Texas for New York
with a thousand dollars of real mon
ey in his pockets and joyful ahtic-
ipationl in his heart. For n few
days and nights he had wandered
in rubber-necking at sthe small build
ings and disporting himself at ltho
Waldorf and attempting to count the
bars in Greater New York aid in
visiting sthe theatres and rath-skel-
lars and other places of innocent
amusement.
Then came to him the knowledge
of the Great World and for many
days ard night he had wandered
yairly from the Battery to Bronx,
seeking the thing wherewith ne
might find relief. At last the terri
BILE truth burst upon him-there was
not to be purchased in all this great
citv n dish of chilli con carne or n
single hot tamale. vainly tried
to console him. Nothing he assur-
ed me would satisfy his longing but
a nlate of carne soused in liquid hell
and n dozen or so of the dainties
which come in corn husks. Leaving
my sympathetic words unuttereu'
he burst out into the street and heau-
ed for the Jersey City ferry. Grand
old Texas will soon claim another
expatriate.
Chilli con carne and hot tamales. .
How dear to our stomachs is the food
of our childhood! In my imagiha-
ton | see a green. pleasant plaza
cactl grown and hard by row oil
rough board tables. lighted by fiar-
ing torches. where swarthy senoritas
disperse the Mexican dainties in a
cafe which has the blue canopy oil
heaven flor its roof. On one side are
lighted. and hurrying crowds OF well
dressed people. and jangling troiie!
cars: on the other side bulks dimiS
the old Alamo, scarcely less scared
and worn than the scanned face oi
the old Aztec who holds out mel
hands for aims. on the wings OF th'
night air comes merry tinkling o
an orchestra and the muffled notes o
tho old cathedral bell. calling TN
faithful Mexicans to prayer
But all this is very far from Nev
York with its aching void whlcl