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WOMEN BACK IN TOWN. Bab Tells of New York’s Gay Shop ping Time. How We New Yorkers, the Feminine Contingent of Us, Eternally “Shop.” Lunch Off Sweet Oakes and Choco late, and Don’t Buy—English and French Women Don’t Do That Way. A Discourse on Corsages, and the Displaying of Necks and Shoulders. Taste in the Wearing of Clothes. Ouida’s Herpines and Bravery Re garding Bills.-- Dignified W omen. How Few There Are. New York City, Sept. 29.—The melan choly days have come, the saddest of the year to mankind and the happiest to the shopkeepers. For, during these days, lovely woman goes out to do her fall shop ping, and to let the world at large know exactly how ill-tempered she can be. and how bad her manners are. She will go in and out of shops all day long; have heavy packages of material lifted down for her to look at—material she would not ac cept as a gift; lunch off sweet cake and a cup of chocolate; go home tired to death, with nothing to show for her day’s work but innumerable packages of samples. PURELY AMERICAN. This fashion of giving samples is purely an American one, and it is the reason why the clerks would rather wait either on a French or an English woman, for they never go into shops except when they want to buy. They are in the habit of dealing at certain places; usually know what they want, and do not bedevil the salesman into showing them things they do not want, or detaining them for h<|urs looking at stuffs they have no idea of buying. Ido not know who started the fashion, but certainly the American woman is as eager for samples as she is for gold dollars: and yet, what earthly Use are they to her? Tiny bits of cloth, scraps of cashmere, ends of gauze, or in finitessimal pieces of silk are gotten, made much of, and nobody can explain the reason why. Men don’t buy that way, •nd some men are very good shoppers. Going about nowadays one sees the • latest type of woman. She is large, she is plump, she is a little sleepy looking. She is arranging her hair in a low, soft, bun-shaped affair that comes far down on the back of her head, not unlike, by the-by, the waterfalls that one sees in the old-fashioned books. And then, her bon net is so far back that it looks exactly as if it were falling off. AFTER SOME DUCHESB. Who is she imitating? Some one of the numerous duchesses whose pictures are on sale, and whom she has selected as her ideal woman? I did not think that these hideous buns would ever be worn in the country, for they take away the shape of a woman’s head, and as they require a great deal of hair, one is forced to be lieve that some false locks are assumed. Lately women have been wise enough to arrange their own hair as best they could, so that the shape of the head would show to good advantage, and then they have worn no stolen locks, but the bun necessi tates hair pads and false hair, and both of these suggest untidiness. With all the dignity demanded by the new type, the woman who is affeeting it yet, assumes a somewhat girlish air. That is, she looks as if she were ignorant of everything in the world, and not as it she read the daily papers. To carry out this idea, which permits a veritable baby stare, there is not a gown she possesses that does not have a bid of either lace or chiffon upon it. Sometimes this bib is very short, reaching just to the bust; sometimes it extends to the waist, and •gain, it falls far below, at if to hide all outlines of the figure for fear they might suggest a woman rather than a girl. The prettiest thing to wear about the shoul ders for the evening, are the very deep lace capes, made, as they oftepest are, of creamy white insertion and golden brown velvet, with a deep, white frill as their finish. These are very pretty and femi nine, and sufficiently suggestive of a wrap to do for the theatre or the opera. GOWNS AT THE OPERA. By-the-bye. speaking of the opera, her •weetness, the Princess of Wales, has been expressing herself very freely on the subject of gowns that are cut too low. I wonder what she would think if she could see the circle on the opera nights here in New York. The more bones a woman has the lower her frock is devised, and the more she sug gest the fact that she is a close connec tion of some well-bred cow, the lower will her bodice be found. Now, a very fat or a very thin woman nover looks well in a low bodice. It is possible that the throat may be beautiful; show that then, but draw the line there. It is possible that the shoulders are beautiful; display them if you wish, but at least be a little modest about it. I think it all women realized how men talk and how men look at them when they so lavishly display their charms, they would put on penitent’s robes and let their bones and flesh be hid den from sight forever. NECKS AND ARMS. I like to see a beautiful neck, but I don’t like to see an immodest woman. They can talk as much as they want about usage and being unconscious of the impression made. No one becomes suffi ciently used to displaying what ought not to be seen for her to forget it. As a gen eral thing, American women have not beautiful necks add arms. Like their French sisters, they are apt to be a little skinny; unlike their French sisters, they are not wise enough to hide their defects, but they display them, and simply make themselves laugh ing stocks for wiser people. English women have beautiful necks and arms. Usually, they are low busted and can wear their bodices with modesty cut much lower than can the American wo man. Ido think that women ought to give a little more thought to this, and that the line should be drawn between what is beautiful and what is not, for really that is what makes modesty and ' immodesty. ONLY FOR THE DAYTIME. But to return to the fashi ons. The Gainsborough hat is predicted; not only is it predicted, but it is here, in felt and velvet. Here, with from eight to twelve feathers surmounting it, and suggesting to one that, while It may be beautiful and picturesque for the street or for after noon affairs, there will be some idiot who will wear it to the theaters, and make the play simply a dead blackness to who ever may sit behind her. When the beautiful Duchess of Devonshire was painted, and the artist’s name made her famous, it was never droamed that the hat would be worn except in the day time. In those days magnificence was the keynote of all dress, and undoubtedly her ladyship had just come from a walk in the garden, although she was dressed in a brocade petticoat aud a satin jacket, and her hat was put on for the morning stroll. But when she went to the theater or to the opera to hear the French sing * ers, only jewels or feathers crowned her beautiful hair, and if she had been sitting in the pit as we are to-day, her hair would have been dressed as simply as pos sible, and even powder would have been omitted. THE FITNESS OF THINGS. Nowadays we have no thought as to the fitness of things. Hats and gowns suited to the street are worn in the evening, laces fitted only’ for evening wear are con spicuous in the morning, and the law of good taste seems entirely forgotten. How- ever, there are some women who dress well. Occasionally one does meet a wo man who in the morning is gowned in the simplest of cloth frocks; who in the afternoon goes visiting in a dark silk or velvet; and who in the evening is fine and gay in bright colors and laces, and all the furbelows permitted es pecially to lovely woman. By the by fur is going to be on everything, from the ball to the dressing-gown, from the street dress to the opera wrap. Women always feel luxurious when they have on furs. They caress one; they make the skin look whiter and the eyes brighter and clearer, and, given a warm room wherein are plenty of flowers and some sweet per fumes, the woman who comes in from the cold wrapped m furs suddenly feels a sense of great wealth, as she pulls the soft warm wrappings about her even when she does not heed them. A LADY IN FURB. You remember Ouida always cloaks her heroines in furs, which for a time they decline to lay aside, giving the other people where they are visiting an oppor tunity to see them in the most picturesque framing possible. The skins of animals seem proper for women to wear, for one can think of a brave lover going out to hunt wild beasts that theyimay De laid at the feet of a sweetheart to form a mantle for her which will always remind her of the bnavery of one man. That is nice and sentimental, but nowadays the bravery usually consists in the man being willing to pay the bill after madame has chosen what she desires to possess in furs. Every woman wants sables, but un fortunately every woman doesn’t get them. The black fox is probably the most becoming of fur; that is, when it is in combination with sealskin. An excep tionally beautiful woman* can wear the peculiar colored fur that is known as blue fox, and which shades between a blue and a gray. »I remember seeing Mrs. Langtry wear a blue brocade cloak lined through out with chinchilla and trimmed with blue fox, and in. it shejooked like an em press. By absolute force of beauty, in imperial robes, she seemed something almost too beautijul to belong to this earth unless she occupied a throne and commanded it. DIGNITY AND GRACE. How many women look that way? How many women do you know that look dig nified without appearing stiff? There are very few, my friend. The average woman who wishes to look dignified appears as if she had swallowed a poker, or, as my old mammy used to say, speaking of a stiff old matron, as if she “had taken an extra dose of ramrod tea.” Dignity is a something that comes with years and experience; it cannot be assumed. It is restful and has a peculiar charm of its own. Two dignified women, as unlike as pos sible, are the happy Queen of England and the unhappy Empress of France, and yet they are so different. One tiny, and so fat she can scarely walk; yet all who approach her. or even see her on the street, are conscious that she is a woman of dignity, and that while she is kind and thoughtful, and has been a good mother, yet is beyond frivolity, with all about her expressing the very best sort of dignity. The other, tall, slender, sad in her morning robes, breathes the same spirit. The youngest soldier rep presents to her what her son might have been, and for him she has a kindly word; yet one feels, no matter how she may speak in kindliness, that he would not dare answer except in away appreciative of the position she has held. WHAT DO YOU WANT SAID? As the .years roll on it is not nonsense that we like brought to us, but the real expression of people's lives. It only comes to the woman who has been digni fied. Real dignity does not mean stiff neps or arrogance, but it is that some thing which tells that the woman we are looking at has lived out a noble, good life, and that the time has come for us to show her in our manner the respect we have in our hearts. Don’t you want, when you are a few years older, to clothe yourself in this mantle of dignity? With years you do not want to be called a silly old woman, or a foolish old woman, but, in stead, a dignified lady. Is that your am bition? If it is, two people are hoping for the same thing—you ana Bab. A WONDER OF HYPNOTISM. A Subject DiagnoßCß a Distant Sick Man’s Malady, and Dies of the Brain Shock. From a Cable in the New York Sun. The wildest interest has been excited in Europe this week by the story of the death of a young lady, a member of a prominent family of Vienna, while tinder hypnotic influence in the hands of Neu komm, the well-known hypnotist of that capital. She suffered much for several months from nervous headaches. Noth ing could cure her but Neukomm putting her into a trance. The last affair was be fore a numerous audience. The first ac counts of the affair were incorrect, but the later version, given by Dr. von Bra gassy, who was present throughout, is al most incredible. The experiment, it seems, has been one of spiritualistic trance rather than hypno tism. Dr.ißragassy says: “It was with the concurrence of her parents and the me dium herself that the Hypnotizer Neu komm selected as the object of the exper iment the condition of nis brbther resid ing in Werchez, concerning which the ODinion of physicians vary. In about twelve minutes the medium exclaimed: ‘I am fast asleep.’ The young lady gave signs of great excitement, which, accord ing to her parents, had not been observed during previous experiments. Neukomm requested the medium to see his brother at Werchez and say what was the nature of his illness and what cure should be adopted. “What followed was really incredible. The medium began a scientific descrip tion of the invalid’s lungs, giving a minute account of their diseased condi tion, with technical particulars which even an ordinary doctor could not gite, and which might only be expected from an experienced specialist. With full command and correct use of tecnical ex pressions, she gave the closest details, ex tending to a full diagnosis of inflammation of the lungs, and declared the prognosis very unfavorable, as against that kind of disease medical skill is powerless. In conclusion she described the end of the patient in the usual Latin terminology, and immediately afterward she fell back senseless, uttering a piercing shriek. “I at once had recourse to every con ceivable means of restoring conscious ness, but all in vain. Within eight min utes her pulse began to fail and death shortly followed. “According to the post-mortem the im mediate cause of death was concussion of the brain.” Growing Sponges. From the Washington Post. “Sponges will probably be cheaper in the near future,” said R. C. Kingsley. “Recently it has been discovered that these animals will grow and flourish when cut up into strips and transplanted. This brings up the old question as to whether sponges are vegetable or animal, and may result in overturning the old-time ver dict that they are a lower order of ani mal life, aud not vegetable. However this may be, the sponge beds can be in creased indefinitely by simply planting small pieces of them, which grow rap idly.” “My son,” said the economical father, “these cigars are better than I smoked at your age.” “Father,” replied the youth, “it pains me to do it, but lam compelled to state that they are better than the cig&rs you smoke now.”—Washington Star. THE WEEKLY NEWS (TWO-TIMES-A-WEEK:) MONDAY, OCTOBER 1. 1894. THE WOMAN OF FASHION. Styles in the Coat for Fall and Winter. Handsome doth Ones in Brilliant Hues—Velvet Coats for Dress Occa sions—Trimmings in Laces, Galloons and Furs—Coats for Young Girls. New York, Sept. 29.—Verily there is no limit to the independence of this season’s fashions. The question is, does the blame therefor, or the commendation, at tach to the maker of fashions or to the wearer of them? It would jeem as though the former were entitled to part, at any rate, of the credit. For Redfern says that this year there is no law regarding the length of coats. “We make them,” he says, “to suit the individual—long or short, as may be most becoming.” But there is no such uncertainty about his colors. According to him. it will be a season of gay ones. The most brilliant of all bright shades—the clear bluets, tans, new autumn reds, rich greens, and all of the fashionable purple tints, will be wyrg. For that, of course, only the ■■ (X x I I Im v/ ■ \ r \\ 'lk / \/ w / I n / n iv -rvr. One of the New Coats. finest qualit y of smooth cloths will be employed. They will be double-breasted, or double-revered, as the saying la many of them trimmed with fur. The favorites in fur for these dainty gar ments are caracule and Sitka fox. The linings, like the exteriors, will be bright and gay. large patterns prevailing. Big satin checks, in two colors—yellow and black, red and black, and so on. A full organ pleated back, or a coachman’s back, will be worn, while the collar will be a large flaring one. Sleeves will con tinue to be large and full, while the big gest of buttons will be worn. The most popular are almost three inches in diame ter, and are of smoked pearl with a white pearl design over. Besides the broad revers, many of the coats have an additional trimming in the small King Charles cape which adorns the back. COAT FOR ORDINARY WEAR. But not all of us are able to wear these brilliant, rich coverings. One needs a full wardrobe and more than one other coat, to wear one of the bright bluets or tans. Ordinary occasions suggest those in quieter tints and more serviceable ma terial. Some that have just been im ported are of rough black cloth, moderate in all things—length, revers and sleeves. But it is yet too early in the season to predict what the coat forordinary winter wear will be like. Regarding the dress coat, however, there is but little speculation. I saw a particularly quiet and particularly hand some coat, marked S7O. It was of plain brown cloth, very long, reaching to what we have been accustomed to consider an awkward length—about six inches above the skirt's edge. Strange to say, it looked very graceful. The back had no organ pleats or full folds—nothing but a flat, open tailor-back with the stitched strap caught down by an invisible button. In front the collar turned off into high, modest revers, and both were faced with sable. The fronts were nar row, falling straight all the way down. Two large buttons trimmed each side, above the waist. Below, the garment jXWfrr'v r A \ \V X JSBffi V » VW fofc i r \ l> I Jackets For Sweet Sixteen. fell loosely. If this is a presage; of the coming coat —and so I have been assured —we may take it for granted that the day of organ pleats and full backs is almost over. I neglected to make mention of the unique pockets inserted below the belt, running up and down, without tabs, but with the edges pointed in the center, and stitched. A handsome dress coat is made of fine black cloth, and combines an Eton effect with the threerquarter length of the coat proper. The sharp revers continue in a small Eton jacket. Revers and jackets are trimmed with the narrowest and pret tiest of jet, and lines of the same run up the jacket fronts. The edging also trims the front and bottom of the coat. The collar falls in ripples, is edged and banded with jet, and has an inner collar of rich butter-colored lace, with a ruche inside of this, made of black mousseline de soie. The whole appearance of this is most simple and unobtrusive, without detract ing one whitifrom its elegance. A small jacket and wrap Combined is made of the same black cloth. The close fitting jacket is double-breasted, and just below the waist-line in a rather blunt point. Turee narrow bands of gold braid trim the left side, where it buttons, as well as the jacket’s lower edge. Over back and shoulders, but not extending to the fronts, falls the jaunty cape, a trifle below the belt. It is also trimmed with the three golden bands. The inside jacket has. it is needless to add. the unavoidable revers. But the most popular of all dress coats is the one of velvet. It is rather elabor ate, and should always be made of a good quality, since the material will come in, after the garment has .become oldtfash ioned, as trimming; or for a small cape. Black is the color generally chosen, al though the beautiful golden-browns, the purples, and even the blue tints, are worn. Handsome trimmings are called for to adorn these cloaks, which are a generous three-quarters in length. Thread lace from ten to eighteen inches aeep, forms a small shoulder flounce; and often a band of gold passementerie will sur mount it, particularly if the color be a royal purple. The fine steel bands, the beautiful gold and jet embroideries wrought on black net, and the fine cut jet effects, are all in demand. Buttons do not figure so prominently on the velvet coat as on the cloth; and when used, are for trimming only. An edge down the front conceals the fastening. Many of the coats have adjustable sleeves. A pair in moire are provided for very special occasions, while for more ordinary purposes the quieter velvet ones are worn. Even as chiffon trims many of our heaviest gowns, so it is used to good effect on these velvet cloaks. It is most effective when it is draped over the moire sleeves. Rosettes and ribbons catch the lace and other additions. More sedate velvet garments, for older ladies, are loose, falling from a yoke*. They have weatteau backs, and semi fitting fronts, and reach almost to the knees. The trimming is generally ap plied to the yoke, which is overlaid with a jetted or embroidered lace or with silk passementerie The thread lace, the pride of the old lady, trims the big sleeve. FOR YOUNGER GIRLS. The styles for younger girls show little that is decidedly new. Their revers are more elaborate and numerous, and the length of the coat is of course much less —covering the hips, but no more. The cape and coat combination is something of a favorite, even a double cape falling over the plain coat. But in such cases the capes are of the military order—plain, and with littie or no trimming. One in this combination style has the lower cape of velvet, while the upper is of the cloth, shorter, and rounded in front. A school coat falls to the feet, has a cape over, and, at the neck, shoulder i re vers that continue down the front in points. One that is more elaborate is shown in the sketch. Its material is a pale myrtle cloth. The revers which fall over the shoulders are indented, and a silk galloon of the same color runs up the cuts, and forms a loop at each corner. The revers continue in coquille and points to the waist. The edge of the coat shows in dentations and similar braid trimming. The other coat shown is of soft gray cloth, with trimmings of silver galloon. The front of the dress, showing between the revers, is of while silk, so that a very dressy effect is produced. The double revers are trimmed with the galloon, as is the bottom of the jacket, which falls in regulation ripples, and the sleeves. A pretty garment for a young girl is an Eton jacket of black velvet, a rich effect being produced by the fur which faces the big revers. The sleeves are also edged with the fur. THE ABIDE OF IDEAL LOVE. A LEGEND. From the Literary Digest. The following beautiful legend, which we translate from the German of Nord und Sud, which in its turn translated it from the Polish, is an old Hindu legend, born of poetic fancy when the race was young. Its simple teaching is that ideal love, called into existence by a special act of Divine will, is too delicate for con tact with the rude world, and has no sure abiding place save in the poet’s heart. "Once, on a bright moonlight night iruns the legend], the wise and mighty Lrishna communed with himself and said: “ ‘I thought man was the most beauti ful of created things, butl am mistaken. I see the lotus-flower now to the passing breeze. How it surpasses all living creatures in beauty. Its leaves are just closed in the silvery moonlight * * * and I cannot turn my eves away from it * * * “ ‘Yes, there is nothing like the lily among men,’ he repeated, sighing. "But a mintue later he thought: “ 'Why should not I, who am a god, by the might of my word, create a being which would be to mankind what the lotus is among'the flowers! So be it then, for the delight of humanity and of the earth. Lotus-flower, be transformed into a maiden and stand before me.’ "The waves rippled softly as the beat ing of swallows’ wings, the night became clearer, the moon shone deeper, the night song of the thrush rose higher, and then suddenly died away. And it was as Krishna had commanded. Before him stood the lotus-flower in human form. The god himself was startled. “ ‘Thou wert the flower of the waters,’ said he; 'be henceforth the flower of my thoughts and speak.’ “And the maiden began to whisper, softly as the murmur of white lotus leaves kissed by the summer airs. "Lord, thou hast transformed me into a living creature; where wilt thou that I dwell? Remember, Lord, that when I was a flower I trembled, and closed my leaves at every breath of wind. I was smitten with tear, Lord, at the rain and the storm, the thunder and the lightning; yea, I was even overcome with fear of the scorching rays of the sun. Thou commanfiest me to become a living, breathing lotus-flower. I have, conse quently, retained my former nature, and now, Lord, I sm troubled at the earth and at everything that lives upon it. Where wilt thou, then, that I make my abode?’ “Krishna lifted his serene eyes to the stars, meditated a while, and asked: “ Wouldst thou rive on the mountain’s peaks?’ " 'There is frost and snow; lam afraid, Lord.’ "'Well, then, I will build a palace of crystal for thee on the ocean floor.’ " Tn the depths of the waters there glide serpents and horrible monsters. O Lora, I am afraid.’ “ 'Wilt thou, then, dwell on the bound less prairie?’ ‘ “ ‘O Lord, the prairie is ravaged with the thunder and the whirlwind as with the tramp of wild herds. “ 'How then shall I provide for thee, thou flower that hast become flesh? Ah, in the caves of Ellora there live holy hermits. Wilt thou, retired from the world, make thy dwelling in the caves?’ "There rules the darkness, Lord; lam afraid.’ '•Then Krishna sat him down upon a stone, and learned his head upon his hand. The maiden stood before him, trembling and quaking. “At that moment the fiery crimson of dawn glowed in the east; the waves of ocean, the palm-trees and the bamboos glistened with gold. The rosy-winged flamingos, the blue cranes, and the white swans in the waters joined their notes in chorus with the birds in the jungle, and immediately was heard the clang of harp strings extended upon a shell of pearl, and words of a song in humhn voice. "Then Krishna aroused himself from his dream, and said: “The poet Walmiki greets the rising sun.’ "A little later, the purple veil of dawn was withdrawn from the flower-bedecked creepers, and W’almiki appeared upon the lake. "At sight of the transformed lotus flower he ceased to play, the pearly in struments slipped softly from his fingers to earth, his hands dropped motionless to his sides, and he stood as speechless as though Kirshna had transformed him into a tree. "And the god was pleased at this ad miration of his handiwork, and said: “ ‘Wake, Walmiki. and speak.’ "And Walmiki spoke: “ ‘I love.’ "This was the only word he could re call. the only word to which he could give expression. "Krishna’s countenance glowed sud-' denly. “ 'Wondrous maiden.’ he said: ‘I have found a place fit for thee. Dwell in the poet’s heart.’ "And Walmiki repeated: “ 'I love.’ "The will of the mighty Krishna, the divine will, drew the maiden to the poet’s heart. At the god's behest also the heart of Walmiki became transparent as glass. “Glad as a summer day, peaceful as a wave of the Ganges, advanced the maiden to her allotted place; but suddenly, as she looked deeper into W’almiki’s heart, her countenance paled, and fear agitated her wiih its icy breath. Krishna was startled. “ ‘Sentient flower,’ he asked, ‘art thou afraid even of the heart of the poet ?’ “ ‘Lord,’ answered the maiden, ‘what sort of a dwelling place is this that thou hastappoined me? Here in this one heart I behold snowy mountain peaks and ocean depths peopled with terrible creatures; and here, too, the prairie with its whirl wind and storm; here, too. the dark caves of Ellora; hence I am again afraid, O Lord’.’ ••But the good and wise Krishna said: “ 'Calm thyself, sentient flower. If in Walmiki’s heart there are solitary snow fields, be thou the breath of spring to melt them. If there are ocean aepths in his heart, be thou the pearl of those waters. Are there prairie wastes, then sow them with the Powers of happiness, and if thou findest there dark caves as of Ellora, so be thou in this darkness as a ray of sunlight ’ "And W’almiki, who had meanwhile re covered his speech, added; " ‘And be blessed I’ ” CLOWNINC AS AN ART. Old RomansJLiked Clowns as Well as Young Americans Do. As a Profession it Is a Most Necessary Adjunct to the Circus—Vicissitudes and Joys of Those Who Don the Mot-, ley and Follow the Tented Shows. From the Chicago Herald. “The art of the clown is as ancient as is the drama itself,” said Edward Bel mont, the Australian jester, a day or two since while making a tour of inspection at the new Royal English Winter Circus and German Water Carnival, where he is to be one of the season’s stars. “Pan tomime dates back among the Romans nearly 400 years before the Christian era began. ‘Pantomimes' did not denote spectacular performances as they do now, but persons. ‘Pantomimes’ were a class of actors who, as the name implies, acted wholly by mimicry—gesture, movements and posturing—while the ‘histriones’ were dancers. From the latter is derived the term ‘histrion,’ applied to legitimate actors of the present day. Often, in the days of Emperor Augustus, the actors were both ‘histriones’ and ‘pantomimes.’ Augustus was a great patron of this form of amusement, and is supposed by some historical writers to have been him self the inventor of the art of dumb act ing, but this was probably not the case. The most celebrated ‘pantomimes’ of the Augustan reign were Bathy’ius, who was a freed slave of Maecenas, Hylas and Pylades. “This class of performers soon spread all over Italy and the provinces and be , came so popular with the Roman nobility —who had the players make their homes with them—that Tiberius found it neces sary to issue a decree forbidding such as sociation and against the nobility walk ing with ‘pantomimes’ in the street. But under Emperor Caligula the players again found favor, and Nero, who carried every unworthy weakness or vice to extremes, himself acted as a ‘pantomime. ’ These actors wore masks over their faces. Hence facial mimicry was impossible and everything depended on the move ments of ttie body. The hands and fin gers spoke, and to such perfection was the art carried that, it is said, some of the artists could give a finer and more precise expression to passion than the poets themselves. “The clown and the pantaloon were dis tinct types of portrayal, and their proto types may be traced back to the Roman Atellanae, a kind of popular drama first introduced from Atelia, a town in Cam pania, near Naples. After the Greek drama had been brought to Rome by .Liv ius Andronicus, the old FabulseAttellanm were still retained as interludes and af terpieces. The ‘Macchus’ and ‘Bucco’ of the Atellanae fables were undoubtedly the origin of the Italian harlequin, who was expected to excite laughter by his speeches and gestures. The harlequin of the earlier dramatic entertainments—‘ar lechino’ was the term given him—was a satirist and practical jester of similar type to the modern clown. In English pantomilnes, as you know, the clown is the prime mover in all the ‘comic busi ness’ ; there are often two employed, the ‘talking’ clown and the ‘tumbling’ clown, who acts chiefly as an acrobat. ROMANS ORIGINATORS OF THE CIRCUS. “The Romans were the originators of the circus, and in those primitive days, as now, the clown was the never-failing adjunct of circus entertainments. To make a good clown, either for circus or pan tomime, required training from infancy and decided genius for the work. There are scores of so.-called clowns who are not one whit funnier nor more entertaining than a quaker meeting. They think it only necessary that they make up their faces white and put a few rouge spots on to become full-fledged clowns. Such is not the case; the art is quite as subtle, if not as great m dignity, as that of the tragedian. In this art lasting reputations have been made, and I doubt not that the names of Grimaldi, the great Frenchman; Carlin and America’s George L. Fox will be remembered as long as those of Boftth, Barrett and Irving. To be a successful circus clown requires quite as much talent as does the art of the pantomimic clown. The facial ex pression representing the varied human passions and emotions must be made per fectly familiar to the performer and he should, moreover, ‘be a first-class acrobat and gymnast. To acquire all these ac complishments one must have years of patient training, besides aptitude and talent for the peculiar line of work which he is called upon to do. “ ‘Clowning’ came natural to me, I fancy. My father was the original Signor Blitz, in his time one of the most famous of magicians. It was his intention to train me for the same line of business, but my inclinations were not that way. 1 was fond of acrobatic work, and being small and lithe, I soon aeqaired consider able perfection in it. But I took up clowning in 1876, while with the old Van Amberg show, and have stuck to it ever since. I am as fond of my work to-day as when I first began it, nearly twenty years ago, and it is my greatest delight to invent a new and taking trick, or bit of ‘business.’ The most successful thing I ever originated was the idea of flying a Japanese kite around the hippodrome ring while with Barnum’s show, running at full speed to keep the kite in the air, until, apparently by accident, I would fall headlong into Paul Boyton’s tank. ‘Jim’ Bailey of the Barnum-Bailey show was a ‘candy butcher’ with Van Amberg when I began my career. He has made more money than I have, bull’ll bet he hasn’t had the fun I’ve had. In 1879 1 made a totir of South America with Pueblene’s circus, going from Caracas, Venezuela, to Cuba, where I joined Orrin Bros.’ circus, play ing there and in Mexico with the show. In 1882**88 I visited Chicago with Barnum, Cora Beckwith, the swimmer now at Frank Hall’s casino, being a fea ture of the show at that time. I was with Forepaugh in 1884 and Frank A. Robbins in 1886-86. I had saved up a bit of money and went into business for my self in 1887 at San Antonio. Tex., but my Place burned down and I lost everything had, and again I put on my ciown’s make-up and entered the arena. I played several seasons in Australia, returning last year to Chicago, where I filled a twenty-two weeks’,, engagement as an ‘Arab’ in Cairo street at the world’s fair. After that I went to San Francisco for the midwinter fair, filling a successful en gagement. EXPERIENCES “ON THE ROAD.” “It would take a big volume to tell all my experiences ‘on the road.’ Travel with a wagon show is very different from being transported from city to city in palace trains, and life with one of the old fashioned shows was full of vicisitudes and incidents of a humorous and pathetic nature. The saddest, I think, was the murder of a little boy by bis step-father. The little fellow was the son of Millie Tournour, the trapeze performer. Miss Tournour’s husband was Onofri, a gym nast. He was training the hoy for a high pedestal and posturing act. Something the little fellow did offended Onfori, and in a rage he hurled the poor child to the ground from a hight of about thirty feet. He meant to cripple the boy, and as the crime was willful though probably he did not intend to commit murder—he got a long term of imprisonment. As for funny incidents, I think the innocence of a farmer in a New Jersey village amused me more than anything I ever heard. He | came to see the Vain Amberg show prn RADWAY’B READY RELIEF. CURES AND PREVENTS Coughs,Colds, Sore Throat, Influ* enza, Bronchitis, Pneumonia, Swelling of the Joints, Lumbago, Inflammations, RHEUMATISM, NEURALGIA. Frostbites, Chilblains, Headache. Toothache, Asthma, DIFFICULT BREATHING. CURES THE WORST PAINS In from one to twenty minutes. NOT ONE HOUR after reading this advertisement need any one SUFFER WITH PAIN. 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He had ‘hearn as how Willie had been rolled up into the tent and abducted; that the showmen had cut out his backbone and filled the place with limber grease and made a contortionist of him.’ Furthermore, he had ‘hearn’ that Wilbur had married a ‘wild gal with bushy hair from Circasshy.’ and had quite gone to the bad. “Circus people are not the rough, un educated class that they are popularly supposed to be. The canvasmen, stable men, ‘candy butchers’ and ‘roustabouts’ are a tough set, but the performers are generally a quiet, genteel and even edu cated class. They cannot be excessive drinkers, as that would ruin their useful ness as performers; they do not gamble and they are up to the average in morals. The ‘tough’ element is ‘tough,’ indeed. This class has a language of its own, which the ordinary user of slang would find it difficult to follow. With them a young lady is known as a ‘Tart’, or ‘Tommy’; a man is a ‘gee’, ‘guy’, giezer’, or ‘mark’; trousers are ‘jeans’: an over coat is a ‘heater’; underwear is knows as ‘skins’; shoes are ‘skates’; a hat is a ‘top piece’ ; gloves are ‘ribbons’, and an umbrella is a‘mush.’ I once hrard two ‘grafters’—as confidence men and such hangers-on of shows are known—talking about a prospective victim. One said: ‘Let’s Aim the giezer, then cop the rattler to the tall timber.’ He meant, ‘Let’s swindle this man and then take the train and get away to the next town. ‘Flim,’ or ‘flop’ means to swindle by short cards or short change; ‘touch’ is to rob; ‘slough’ is to close; ‘blow’ is to go away. The cir cus tent is known as a‘top,’stakes aro ‘stobs’ and the property wagon is known as the ‘crumb box.’ The landlord of a hotel is the ‘main guy of the peek joint? Everything in fact has its own slang name and the ordinary human being could no more understand it than he could Choc taw. THE CRY OF “HEY, RUBE.” “Exciting incidents often happen in circus travel. I have many a night been awakened by the cry of ‘Hey, Rube!’ which is the circus men’s cry of distress and which always means a serious fight. Twice in one town —Seaford, Del.—l heard the cry raised and each time there was a battle between the circus men and roughs of the town. Once four negroes were killed and a number of circus men badly hurt. But, all in all, the life of a circus performer is a very pleasant one.” A OOW’S TRIAL. Tied in a Freight Oar She Developed a Wonderful Burst of Speed. From the Albany Herald. Yesterday morning a little son of John Bethue was leading a cow to pasture, and when he reached the woolen mills he tied the cow to a coupling pin of a freight car, while he went inside to speak to his father. Unfortunately for the cow, the Lebanon engine backed upon the switch while the boy was inside, and, not seeing the cow, coupled on to the car and started up the track. The bovine was not noted as a sprinter, but she was forced up the track at a gait. A farmer who was passing saw the pre dicament and managed to signal the en gineer to stop, otherwise there must have been a spurt of speed on the part of the cow unheard of before by any bovine, or a broken neck, for the boy had tied her securely with a stout rope. As it is, she is alive and well, and holds the record of the town for that sort of a race. AGED FOUR, BUT A BUEGLAE. Two Remarkable Prisoners Taken Be fore Police Justice Simms. From the New York Times. The smallest burglar ever arraigned in the Essex Market police court was taken before Justice Simms yesterday morning. He was Abraham Lippman, 4 years old and 28 inches in hight, of 29 Hester street. In conjunction with his brother Joseph, aged 8, Abraham was charged with break ing into the cellar of Hyman Sklanberg’s grocery store at 14 Norfolk street and stealing figs and dates to the value of 82. When the boys were arraigned Joseph acted as spokesman. “Dero was anuder feller wid us,” said he. “and him an’ ma little brudder went inside. I didn’t swipe nawthin’, Mr. Judge.” Policeman Hogan, who arrested the boys, informed the justice that Abraham tapped a till in Norfolk street on Friday and stole 810, but the owner of the place refused to make a complaint. The children were committed to the care of Agent Frederick Schmitt, of the Gerry society, which will investigate their previous records. Anarchism the Result of Cigarettes. From the London Daily News. Writer’s cramp is sufficiently well ' known, but it is only in countries in which the use of the cigarette displaces all other forms of enjoying the “weed” that smoker’s cramp is heard of. This affec tion is common enough in Spain, notwith standing that the Spaniard is so expert that he can roll a cigarette with a single movement of the hand. It is now finding its way into France, where the govern ment tobacco, “Caporai,” is hot and arid in a pipe, but tolerable to the taste when inclosed in rice paper. It appears, how ever, that the complaint did not make its advent here until the state assented to the sale of cigarettes made by hand. The persons who are now suffering from this painful form of cramp are the workgirla who get their living by rolling cigarettes. In this connection it may be noted that the Society for the Prevention of the Abuse of Tobacco has, parodying the familiar cherchez le femme, now adopted for its war erv, “Cherchez le tobacco,” basing its attack upon the allegation that Caserio and all other assassins were victims to the cigarette, which they smoked on the eve of committing great crimes. _ The eyes of the suitor filled with tear#. “Sir:’ he protested. "I would give my very l.fe for your daughter.” Her father started violently. “Youngman.” he thundered, “do I look as if I Was easy picking m a trade?”—Puck. 7