The sun., 1908-06-07
PASSING SHOW AT CLAREMONT
SUNDAY THE DAY WHEN EVERY
TYPE rs VISIBLE.
scorn for the Pitlrul Pedestrian-1he De-
cline OF the Hanson Cabbie-The stage
on yiew-A special Cafe for Dogs
The visitor From Out OF Town.

ScOrn for the Pltlful PedestrtRn-The DE.
cline or the Hanson CabbieThe stage
on yiew-A special Cafe for Dogs
The visitor From Out OF Town.
The carriage starter at Caremont has his
mouth full these Sundays--full of figures.
His costume displays no overpowering
amount Of buttons and brass and he
apparently despises the modern innovation
of the megaphone. About ~ o'clock,
when the early breakfast crowd begins to
gather, he lifts his lutelike tones into the
empyrean and by in the afternoon his vocal
chords are so hoarse that when you hear
him shrek ~727," number which repre-
sents she patronage to that moment, you
feel unconsciously in your vanity bag for
roche BY the time the electric bulbs are
turning TO amethyst glows he sounds like
siren on the Jersey shore.
Not TO know Claremont these days is TO
argue yourself outside the automobile
n yicheater and ca5 class. which is now
rounding up there before the call of the
country, mountain and ocean becomes too
insistent The rainy days Of May and the
elimination of the annual coaching club
luncheon have not had any appreciable
effect on the receipts which are evidenced
by smiling manager and staff when you
begin 10 ask personal questions. and every
seventh day the crowd grows bigger and
uigger and more interesting to the locker
on. 1t is quite possible that the ministers
who are complaining of the falling of Of
church attendance might find a reason
therefor should they take trip to l26th
street and Riverside Park, where Historic
I, laremont," as il is described on spinach
roorel menus, occupies one of the most
attractive sites to be found the length and
hreadth of the land The attendance is
not confined to Sundays, and every day
has its quota of luncheons. tens and dinners,
With the usual sprinkling of stopovers from
automobile trips, but the Sabbath is the
day of days.
The pretty women. who after all lend the
chief interest to Claremont, are of every
conceivable kind and kin. There are merry
maids, wives and widows, for joy in living
is not monopolzed by the wearers Of Grape
veils. and woman may be happy even if
she has not lost her husband or never had
one. There are smartly gowned society
matrons escorted by the jeunesse dOree and
hv Gded Age. who look and admire with
cold eyes Of disa pproval the chorus girl.
One has no difficulty in distinguishing her
from the society woman, but there is con-
siderable difficulty in finding any appre
cable difference in the escort.
The out-of-towner is here in great force.
There is the man from Pittsburg whoas con-
templating buying it and the Southerner
who is declaimng all over the place that
1T would be simply parfeo', sah il they
could make mint julep" There are in
towners too. those who never miss day at
Claremont from the moment the hospitsble
balconies blossom in their summer garb;
the automobilists who no matter il they
start for Staten Island will manage to take
1t In on the way; the usual cavalcade of
horseback riders and the occasional con-
servatve guest who comes behind high
steppers with every gesture Of the good
whip showing his contempt for mechanical
contivanoes with lines like a locomotive
and eyes like the top story of a lighthouse
as he contemptuously describes the ma
chimes.