Los Angeles herald., 1907-05-19

of having it hung on springs. The cell
lar built for her auto is suspended like
Mahomet's coffin and controlled by
stay chains so that it cannot bump
against the sides of the tonneau, while
the springs save the bottles from being
broken by jolts.
Girls ReVeI in Runabouts
Runabout parties are among the joy
Gus manifestations of this tardy spring.
They may be seen any fine day-that
is, on any of the few fine days New
York has had this spring-along the
suburban roads. Bay Roads, Bay
Ridge, Bensonhurst, Richmond and the
Bronx TEEN with them. What Is a
runabout party? Nothing connected
with footracing or cross tag in spite
of the name. 1t consists of three jolly
girls, squeezed into an electric or gas
car with a single seat, each having the
time of her life. There would not be
half so much fun in a tonneau with a
chauffeur holding the wheels. The
beauty of a rnuabout party is that one
of the girls has to run the machine,
and as rule all three take hand
in the task. That's where the fun
comes in. And the fun they get out of
1t is delightful to behold. What bright
er sight can there be than a trio of
healthy young women bowling along
a boulevard or lane, brimming with
mirth, ruddy as to cheeks, blowy as to
hair, yet all looking cool and sweet
as garden roses? The runabout is the
girl car par excellence. Whether the
girl be plotting a couple of chums about
the byways of the big city or whirling
with an entertaining cavalier through
the park or in a leafy road, 1t is q
vehicle that suits her from radiator
to muffler, and she is a goddess in or
out of the machine.
No Lonely Noises
In the many thousands of complaints
registered agaisnt the street noises of
New York there Is one missing note.
Nobody has said there are lonesome
noises. Nerve-racking, ear-splitting,
bIain-maddening, even majestic and
sonorous-these and a hundred other
epithets have been hurled at the mighty
roar; but lonely, never! The fact is
that city noises are not lonely. 1t Is
the sounds of the suburbs, the country,
that plunge the soul into utter desola-
ton. The tinkling of sheep bells, the
barking of dogs. the chirping of crick
cts, the lowing of far-off cattle; who
has not heard these sonds in the dead of
night and SwOre or Wept In sheer de-
spair? Even in the most solemn hours
city noises seldom affect one. They con-
vey sense of activity that robs them
of the feeling of lonesomeness. The
rattle of an after midnight cab, the
honk of the auto, the clang of an cleo
trio bell although they may reach one
family, all these noises combined do
not give one that feeling of lonesome
ness that comes with the whine of the
watchdog or the music from the frog
pond.
Rivals for Teddy Bears
Rivals Of Teddy bears" for popular
favor have appeared in the form of
Boston terriers. They are crowding into
the toy stores and can be seen grinning
at the matinees. These terriers are
made from good models and are as pic
turesquely ugly as the live ones shown
in bench shows. Formed of flannel and
papier mache, they are equipped with
shining teeth, and their short necks are
bound with brass-studded collars, to
which are attached leather thongs.
Summer for Sure
The window boxes and gaily striped
awnings are beginning to appear on the
comber brownstone fronts, and New
York takes on it's summer aspect. There
seem to be few attempts at definite COL
or schemes and only a general striving