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OH, MAMA!
SHE WANTED A JOB TOO, WITH
HER DEAR DAUGHTER.
They Were So Much Attached to
One Another That They Couldn’t
Bear to be Parted - The Cruel
Frost Encountered by a
Local Lothario.
There is a pretty well known gentleman
in Atlanta who immediately after perusing
this article will lay down the paper, jump
on it, put on his little hat, walk out of his
place of business with a cold, far away
look in both optics, and making a bee
line for his private apai tments will pro
ceed to kick himself till at least 6 p. m.
Ten days ago the gentleman who will
probably be observed by his friends in car
rying out this programme, inserted an “ad”
in the cheap column of one of the dailies
offering a lucrative position to a young
lady typewriter and stenographer. As a
matter of fact, he has about as much use
for service of that character as a muley
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ME AND MY MOMMER.
cow has for a bustle, and the sagacious
reader will understand at once that it was
merely a shelf-worn bait for a shady
flirtation. Every professional caligraph
puncher knows all about these fake ads
and is rarely hoodwinked by them.
Moreover the dodge has been exposed in
The Looking Glass and is as common
as the green goods game.
This, however, “cuts no ice,” as the
saying goes, with the sly dog who resorts
to such little ruses to lure his prey. He
knows that his ad will be answered chiefly
by young and inexperienced girls, and
that is exactly what he wants. The man
who advertised in the present instance
received about half a bushel of replies, all
addressed to “L. 42”—the letter and num
ber appended to his ad.
One of these epistles bore every indica
tion on its service of coming from a person
of refinement. It was penned in the
angular up-and-down English chirography
popular with modish women, and the
grammar, spelling and construction was
irreproachable. The writer stated briefly
that she was a good stenographer and
typewriter and asked for further partic
ulars.
To this letter the gay lothario wrote a
rather flowery reply, hinting in the delicate
manner peculiar to gents of his kidney
that he was already fascinated with the
billet doux and longed to meet its author.
He wound up by requesting her photo
graph.
The answer came in due time, but by
some error was addressed to the wrong
number and fell into the hands of another
person. It ran thus:
City, 30,1895.
Mr. “L 42.” Dear Sir: Your note
of the 13th to hand, and I am simply
carried away with your complimentary
notice of the same. I note also that you
desire my photo before further negotia
tions. You will remember that I men
tioned in my former note that I was very
anxious for mama to have a position with
you also. I hasten to send photographs
of myself and mama, first because you
desired my photo, and second because it
is so necessary that mama should always
be near me. You will no doubt discover
that we resemble each other a great deal.
It will be a hard matter for you to know
which is me. Perhaps one reason why
we resemble one another so much is
because we are so closely connected by
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From an instantaneous photo taken especially for The Looking Glass by F. L. Howe.
consanguinity and otherwise as you see.
The fact is that the tie is so strong that
we could not be persuaded to part for one
single moment. Hoping that you will
be pleased with our photos, and hoping
also that the application for mama and
myself will receive your favorable con
sideration, I am respectfully,
Miss A. B. C.
The accompanying photo is reproduced
in sac simile.
Through the misdirection described,
the letter and picture ultimately found
their way into the hands of The Looking
Glass, and Mr. “L. 42” is doubtless still
wondering what the deuce is the reason
his fair correspondent hasn’t replied.
This little story will make the matter
clear to his mind and possibly render him
a little chary in tampering with the feel
ings of other young ladies who are apt to
possess a wit of their own.
It is very doubtful whether Mama will
get the job.
A. Holzman, diamond mounter and
repairer of jewelry, 47)£ Whitehall.
The Looking Glass.
THE HOUSE OF FLYNN.
ITS CURIOUS STORY REVEALED BY
RECENT LAWSUITS.
A Divorce Case One of the Collateral
Incidents How Tommy Flynn
Went to Italy and Became
Signor Tomasso Flynago.
The filing, about two weeks ago, of a
petition for divorce by Mrs. Mary M.
O’Brien against her husband, Dr. F. H.
O’Brien, promises to develop one of the
most curious stories of family infelicity
ever told in Atlanta. The case is pecu
liarly interesting at this time, following
as it does on the heels of the notice of a
contest of the will of Mrs. O’Brien’s
mother, Mrs. Catherine T. Flynn.
The divorce petition is dry and formal,
and states in effect that Dr. O’Brien
abandoned his wife in 1891. It also
charges that he contributed nothing to
her support for some years previous, and
was addicted to drunkenness and the
use of drugs. The couple had three
children, now with their mother.
So much for the court record. Dr. FJ
H. O’Brien is better known in Atlanta as
a man about town than a physician. He
came here from the east about fifteen
years ago, and being a handsome, edu
cated and apparently well bred Irish
gentleman, soon had an entre to the best
Irish families in the city. When he mar
ried Miss Mary Flynn he was congratu
lated on all sides as being a lucky dog,
for his bride was not only a talented and
attractive young lady, but was the pros
pective heiress to a comfortable fortune.
Twice O’Brien started in the drug busi
ness in Atlanta, and twice he went to the
wall. Shortly after the second venture,
which, by the way, was conducted in his
wife’s name, the doctor went west and
after wandering up and down the Pacific
coast drifted to Galveston, Texas, where
he again opened a pharmacy. The friends
of Mrs. O’Brien claim that it was her
money that enabled him to start in busi
ness the third time, and that she has
since sent him funds on various occasions.
They claim that O’Brien was the reverse
of a model husband, and that his exces
sive use of liquor and opiates made him
anything but agreeable company. For
this reason Mrs. O’Brien was perfectly
willing to stand the expense as long as he
remained away.
The will of the late Mrs. Flynn gave to
four of the children a one-fourth interest
for life in her estate, and to a fifth, Miss
Catherine Flynn, a one-tenth absolute
interest. The reason for the latter bequest
is that Miss Flynn is an inmate of the
Wilmington Catholic convent, and the
money goes to the institution and not to the
beneficiary. Almost immediately follow
ing the probating of the will Dr. O’Brien
suddenly turned up in the city and endeav
ored to effect a reconciliation. His
advances were answered by the filing of
the divorce suit. Os course all the charges
of the petition are denied by the doctor’s
friends.
Thomas F. Flynn, the late son of Mrs.
Catherine Flynn, is also a party to the
contest. In the will an advance of $9,000
was deducted from his share and there,
also, hangs a tale. Years ago young
“Tommy” Flynn was regarded by his
friends as the possessor of a phenomenal
voice. In the opinion of his fond family
he could warble like a nightingale, and he
finally persuaded his mother to send him
to Italy to be educated for grand opera.
This is where the $9,000 went, and Tommy
still tarries in the land of sun and song
where he is known as “Signor Tomasso
Flynago ”
Altogether, the Flynn will contest and
the complications which have grown out
of it, promise as rare a bit of court gossip
as has ever been offered the Atlanta
public.
LABOR DAY PICTURES.
A Splendid Showing Made by Atlanta’s
Organized Workingmen.
The elaborate celebration of Labor Day
on Monday last was a revelation to those
who are not in touch with the laboring
classes and their organizations. The
different trades unions turned out in full
force to do honor to labor’s holiday. The
special photographer of The Looking
Glass was fortunate in obtaining several
good pictures, two of which are today
reproduced in half-tones.
The group on the capitol steps is one of
the stove makers’ union. This organization
made a remarkable good appearance in
the parade, and received numerous con
gratulations. The other view is a snap
shot up Peachtree street from the Nor.
cross building, and a portion of the pro
cession on the line of march.
The other organizations, in fact every
union represented, vied with each other as
to which should present the most credit
able appearance, and it would have been
hard indeed to decide which particular
one created the best impression.
Valises, trunks, satchels and pocket
books at special prices. Foote’s Trunk
Factory, 17 E. Alabama St. Repairing
a specialty.
New and second-hand furniture, car
pets and stoves bought, sold and ex
changed. L. M. Ives, No. 58 S. Broad
street.
LA HONORA
Clear Havana Cigar, for 5 cents, made
by Emilio Pons & Co., at Durand’s.
You try it.
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