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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 26, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 23',
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LOVEJOKE ON INDIAN GIRL NEARLY c6ST HER
LIFE IN STORMY DAYS OF '49
BY JACK. JUNG MEYER
Mokolumne Hili, Cal., March 26.
"Why is it that as soon as a woman,
dons trousers she wants to play loye
jokes on her .susceptible sisters' by
simulating male blandishments?"
Madame Eugene Baudin,' the be
loved "Petite Madame" of the Bret
Harte country, now 79 years old,
probed bacK-B0 yearsitther life for an
answer to her questions t
Working beside herhusband in the
gold diggings she had always worn
trousers t du,ring.ihe jpmntic 50's.,
She-believes in bifurcated garments
for women. " " ' 1 ' "
"Btlty'5 she said, watching the old
stageiroll down the .mountain slope,
"sometimes they get you into strange
'Trousers""2and a Jove-Joke-nearly
cost me my life; when I came to this
country from -France as. a bride of 17
"My husband and I were walking
from Sandy Bar" to" Middle Fork to
try our luck in the Calaveras placers.
As there were only men in the coun
try then, rough,, uncouth men of the
gold diggings, my husband thought it
wise that I should weat trousers and
pass myself off as his young-brother.
It was great fun. I took to it eagerly.
All the men were fooled so much so
'that I often; had trouble 'getting out
of embarrassing situations, especial
ly when they wanted me to drink with
"Walking.alorig we came to a Dig
ger Indian-camp; Then the devil got
. "I saw a pretty Indian girl sitting
apart from -a group of old" squaws. I
knew she wasrdreaming romances as
fast as her heart could weave them.
" 'Now I am going to put my dis-1
guise l"ova Tea? tegt,' 1, told my hus
band 'I am going to make a mash
ott'hat pretty Digger girl.'
" oLent over "and began, talking
soft to' her yojL kn6w the whole
world khaws love-talk no matter
what language it speaks. I patted
her on :the. cheek-., .J sboolj jny pretty,
Madame Eugenie Baudln, first
white woman in Sandy Bar and last
survivpr-of theold French settlement
at Happy Valley? v
short curls at her until she blushed
biautifully: '" ""-.'
"'She liked-it,-and I was getting on
wonderfully, -when suddenly one of
the old squaws looked sharply at me
and" said southing ''gutteral to the
girl. .7 ' v ' :
''Quick as a flash "she pulled the
shlrt'away from my throat. Then she
knew; she-had been duped. In place
of the. blush came a dark wave of