Year: 1877

GossIPs are human microscopes
They magnify everything within their
focus.


THE Rochester Democrat wishes to
know how to get rid of the one woman
power.


SKIRT draperies, though clinging,
are not nearly so much tied back as
formerly.


Black feather bordering, studded here
and there with peacocks' eyes, will be
used on black mantles.


THERE areover /, 100 women telegraph
clerks in London, and only one of them
has been dismissed in four years.
One predominant feature of Hungar-
ian watering places in general is great
extravaganza in dress. The ladies dress
four times day.


The wife of Ex-Governor Catlin, of
Connecticut, is fine swimmer at the
mature age of seventy and takes her
plunge in the waves every morning dur
ing the bathing season.


"THE funeral was all that could be
expected" says an aged lady who looks
upon these events with an artistic eye
''The display of flowers was grand, and
the widow wept like born angel"


A NEWSPAPER writer says: "Ameri-
can women take much better care of
themselves than formerly" He might
have added that many of them take care
of their husbands and brothers also.


MARRIAGES are not so plenty as usual.
The young ladies ought to get up
strike for their altars. The strike for
the fires can come in afterward, when
the question of building them comes up.


THE time woman gets ON her dignity
is when she has her false hair on the
bureau, and her false teeth in tumbler,
and band of music begins to play on
the corner, and she cannot lean outof the
window to see it.


Miss JULIA, one of the Glastonbury,
Connecticut, Smith family, who is no
longer young, has finished translation
of the whole Bible from the original
Hebrew, an achievement no other woman
ever attained and which few men ever
accomplished.


A VERY pretty bonnet of silver gray
straw is hat shaped, projecting over the
face. It has a broad binding of gray vel
vet and is lined with the same. The
trimming is of gray velvet, faille and an
exquisite uncurled ostrich feather, which
surrounds the whole.


NoRRIsTowN Herald "A female infant
having no mouth, was recently born in
New York. Should the child grow to
woman's estate, she would have no
difficulty in catching a husband, but
how would she hold two dozen hair pins
while putting up her back hair?
n ? I
says that firt is like drinking cup at
a well; everybody is willing to drink
from it, but nO one cares to carry it
away. n. P. is correct. If you are to
choose between making permanent
investment in a fiirt or a mule that can
only be harnessed from a third story
window, take the mule, young man; take
| the mule.


IT was the dying wish of Rhode
Island lady that her remains should not
be buried. Her husband accordingly
built a stone cottage on the shore of
Narragansett Bay, and fitted up room
| with the furniture which they had in
their parlor when they first went to
housekeeping. The remains are in the
cellar, and the surviving members of the
family occasionally spend an hour in the
parlor.


The crop of tidies," says the Bosten
Bulletin, is unusually large this year.
The ladies have made great improve
ment in this article, and can now cover
the back of a wo-dollar-and-a-half chair
with wonderful mass of silk, satin,
lace and embroidery, costing fifteen or
twenty dollars. Experienced and fore
sighted married men are laying in a
stock of campstools, so as to have a
chance to sit down this winter.


YELLOW is almost given up as hat
trimming. 1t is seen here and there in
the shop windows or on the heads of
brunettes; this shade sets off their skins
or the satiny tints of the hair so that
it may be retained some time yet. But
red is also brunette color and is ex-
tremely fashionable, not cardinal, nor
caroubier, or vesure shades, of which we
have had enough, but deep rich reds, car
mine of the purest tint, and cherry /;
there are also deep reds of the dark wine
tints, which are rich and full toned.
A WOMAN is far more sensitive than
man. She has finer feelings and a
more delicate mind. There are few men
who realize this, and in consequence
woman is made to endure much un-
necessary suffering. One of our mer-
chants was going to church with his
wife, Sunday morning, when she sud
denly stopped and put her hand to her
head. "What's the matter?'' he asked.
startled by the look on her face. ooh
I have got on my brown hatp' Eli p
calculated the astonished man. She
burst into tears. "Why, Martha, what
is the matter with you?'' he demanded
"Don't you see the matter?'' she re-
turned in sobbing voice. "Pve got
on my brown hat with my striped silk,
Oh, what will people sayT' And the
tears started afresh. He caught her al
most savagely by the arm as he angrily
muttered: Come along, you lunkhead. D