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I GlRL-S-JVST-GlRLS m ? I .^nra^iiiinMaiiL THERE are so many girls in W ash:ng:on that, it seems to me. even an old hand at the newspaper game wouldn't know just exactly how to begin. And certain types of the girls here are so different from girls jn the aggregate in other cities that one should really be an authority before attempting to "write up.'' But, aftpr all, they are not funda mentally different from girls the world over and, besides, any one can see them as I saw them, if he will only look?and that helps some. But. more than all else, the girls themselves will never take any of it home to themselves, which is right and just as it should be. I THE SEMINARY GIRL. f if A WILL-O'-THE-WISP in the back ground of life of the National capital Is a type of girlhood?the seminary girl? notable in that it is distinct yet reiterative of the cosmopolitan character of Washing ton. She is for the most part representa tive of the prevailing type of comeliness in her community. Out from the folds ?>f a circle where she hM shown with more or less effulgence she steps with homemade graces, bulging trunks and more or less education. She comes to complete her education and to acquire those subtle graces which lend immeas urably to charm of personality and to de velop latent managerial ability so Indis pensable to the socially ambitious. Is the seminary girl here in full force this year? Aek the girls at the various candy stores. " Deed they are!" they reply with knowing smiles. She in com mon with others of her sex. so they say, is possessed of a sweet tooth, and when ever the opportune occasion presents itself is prone to go on a candy debauch. I decided to interview the megaphone man of one of the large "rubberneck" wagons in the hope of his being able to throw a few sidelights on my seminary girl. I picked out a chap who had that certain quizz cal expression about the eyes that feenerally betokens the student of human nature, both casual and pro found. I sidled up to. him and after passing a cigar and sizing up the weather baldly put my question. "Had any loads of seminary girls late > ^ You kn^w?these girls from out of town who are here at bearding schools." "Hum?" said he between puffs. "Oh! you mean 'squabs.' 'Squabs' is what we call em. Sure! Had a load yesterday. Their voice teacher was chaperonin' em." "Good looking, were they?" I asked. He nodded his head slowly as he blew smoke at a fly on his sleeve. ^ "What did they have to fcay?" I qu? riea. Nothin at all! I thought they were dumb until I asked one little girl, and she told me why it was they kept so quiet. She said that this sight-seein' trip was the same a* a lesson. This teacher had a notebook and pencil and was goin' to try and find out how much good her work on them had done. She claimed that when they talked without bein' self conscious as they would among them selves on a sight-seein' trip she could tell how much the practice of 'throat tones and modulation' had helped th?m. They was all sore on her. the girl aa'di and was bound they wouldn't say a word on the trip. They never chirped neither? not once. And say, the old 'un looked like a mad alligator before we finished " lie spoke the last sentence as he climbed aboard the machine, for the seats had filled as we talked. The environment of these schools and the outside experiences, such as sight seeing and theater-going, tends to weave the gjrls into a type which is distinct and yet individuality is directed and en couraged rather than sapped. The seminary girl is hedged about by teachers who. for the most part, hare naught hut her ultimate happiness at heart Their aims, restated, are to de velop Poise; to give her as high a polish as she will take; make her worthy of the position she is to occupy and to broaden ner horiron. The physical side Is not neglected. These schools have their gymnasiums and their teachers of physical culture. In some of them the girls are taught fencing. Backet ball ts, popular and interclass games. I'm 'old. are weekly occurrences. Feminine cohorts and mm o\-er eighty are the only spectators admitted to these games. It seems to be the general rule that girls shall spend as much time in the open as pfrTJhf' ,^ever ,have 1 Been a healthier girl than the seminary girl. nf!hel?i ,fc 'i?* 8?cial si,le the school iif i T.'*v have dances (no men) their plays (outsiders occasionally) and their fraternities?yes. the dear "frats " with non-understandable Greek name's snd weird and woozy traditions thf\ glance of trained intel rakp over the foul-stuff of th? principle characters of the classics This is calculated to agitate the thought channels of the veriest dullard. They ??.i.noW ^'th..a ful,Pr understanding of motive and action. They go to the best Plsys under the chaperonage of teach ers schooled in the fundamentals of the .i'fnria..1.They ar<* ,au?ht to look and lis ^. an to the ^eper meaning? the bearing of each sentence and its ac companying action upon the plot and Its relation to some problem or law of life. ? k* the part that woman plays on the stag* o, life. Gradually she becomes conscious of her powers. I passed a number of them on their way tr? church the other Sunday morning. They came, tripping along, two by two. th^ir fresh young fares glowing In the morning sun. On the whole, they Im pressed on* as being dressed more quietly and in better taste tkan the general run of well dressed girljP one meets on the streets in Washington. Ah! But it was their eyes that held me for the fleeting second After they passed. | walked on tor a square then whirled about and followed them. I had covered but a short distance before they turned a cor ner and entered one of the large churches in the northwest section of the city I also entered and took the aisle seat in a pew directly opposite them. 1 dropped a prayer book in the aisle. As I \janed over to pick It up. five heads turned slightly and gazed at me. Again it was their eyes that impressed me. These eye? ar*? the keynote of the semi nary type They speak a various lan guage "You look awfully nice this morning. 1 like you. I flashed via the eye route "You're quite presuming," was the an swer I read in five pairs of eyes At this moment two elderly ladles pre sented themselves at the entrance of the pew I occupied, and I was compelled to move over. Thus rudely were my opera tions squelched. The eye tete-a-tete is on* of the semi nary girl's favorite pastimes. A super abundance of spirits, her comparative iso lation from the world at large, t?he sup pression she practices to ga.n poise, and a very natural craving for the companl? ship of young men have led her to take I "SHE BELIEVES IMF it up. The eyes become the escape valves. Those girls who have been at school for more than one year are particularly adept at the manipulation of their optics. It's really an art. After some skirmishing, chahce fa vored me wltih an opportunity to call on a young lady at one of the seminaries. Through mutual friends in her home town I secured the permission of her parents to call, and I called. After presenting my card at the door l was ushered into the parlor, where sat at a table in the center of the room an elder ly female built along Gothic lines. As l sat down she looked up from her reading and eyed me keenly. Her penetrating gaze was beginning to annoy me. when the young lady in question appeared on the scene. We moved to a far corner or the room and took seats. There in low tones we talked, and she told me of the many pranks and ??prowlings" that went on at the school. Occasionally, she said, it was the cus tom of certain girls on her floor to gather in a designated room arter thev were certain every one else was in bed and, after plugging keyholes and ' covering cracks, bring forth from dark corners such delicacies as olives, boxes of candy, crackers, pickles and cakes; attendant with this came the mysterious rites around the chafing dish, from which are evolved the toothsome fudge and the dream-provoking rarebit. These 'mid night lunches" are followed by halr-rais ing ghost stories, which, she informed me. made them so creepy and nervous that they would all get comforters and spend the night in the one room. She told me that there were several "frata" in the school and that she was a member of one, but dared not divulge any of their secrets for fear of having dreadful things done to her. Just as we had reached the most Inter esting point In our conversation, it seemed, a maid appeared with a note for ? V~T?' which the latter read hur riedly. it appeared to agitate her con siderably. "All right, Marie," she said; and tiie maid went out. The note fluttered to the floor. 1 reached over, picked it up and handed it to her. The writing happened to be on the upper most side, and I read: "Miss V , you are violating the rule. Tell the young man to go." I glanced at my watch. It was 10:W?, and It dawned upon me that male visit ors were required to leave at 10. She nervously finished a vacation story, and then I quickly made my departure. Later I had the opportunity to attend a play given by the members of one of the classes at this school. It was written by two girls In the senior class and was a creditable piece of work, considering, it was a comedy and had to do with the efforts of a young married couple to solve the servant problem. Directly in front of me sat a row ot sophomores, I judged. Their comments were very interesting, said one: "Caro mak,nS ? perfect fool of herself." .9h' 1 .th,nk she's dreadtuily funny'" said another. ' "I think the whole thing's horrid'" sighed a tall girl in pink. M"It'"fcperf*cUy fine: The Plot and the teve*? d,u, HeIen and Mildred blue them? chirped a little girl in As I listened to them chatter I noted mentally that no two were aJike, yet the ? $8 a*nitherf' or>e expressed an Individuality all her own. foMnw 8e2?inary 1I8firl, above an is a good ?The collective life engenders a spirit of comradcrie. She is refined. We can call her pretty. Her outward hear ing coupled with an undertone of vivacitv ana her expressive eyes are the disln guisnlng features which characterize the ??ari!l *lrl, as a type of girlhood in Washington. If it be meet to mention it, I should say her average age is eighteen or nineteen. She is inclined to be im She is full of girlish devilment, which is Indicative of a wholesome body and normal development. In short, tn? seminary girl Is a decided ornament to cH ?* capital. Welcc :ne to our | THE HIGH SCHOOL GIRL J You've seen her hundreds of times Perhaps your friend, your sister or your daughter is one. The High School girl? The High School girl Is a smiley little lady with a cherubic face. She is easily distin guishable by the works of erudition tnat snuggle under her small arms. Such ab struse lore! Marvelous, you say, to think that one so fragile, so spirituelle can con jugate Greek verbs, wrestle with Cicero, and fathom the intricacies of solid geom etry. liJhlt 8,'hrK)l S'r,(l sre the hlgu l.ghu In the panorama of the city's aft "r noon street life. Their flower-like pre*. ^d%dd? !L?0tna!UrP ,n ,f* "PontanHtv and adds sect to the crowd. One who u r!n^iaVype8.?.tUI;n" ea?e"y ?o her fare, * from the Inalstency of the matri monial glint In the eyes of her elder sis ters. F or the most part the High School girl is idealistic Her inexperience and her age make lier so. She dreams of iifP she "thinks"not.OVe' ?f re8pon8ibiI'<y I chanced not long ago to be jn the vi cinity of one of the large High Schoois hiMvJi aftr.r j* ? c*oc'1- 1 neared the building out danced a bevy of girls and came down the street toward rr.p Tliev all wore merry widows with feathers dir?J,?n * <a ,a cup defender un i ? 1 and T'*'? Pleat-skirted and beruffled In accordance with the latest J-lufTy Ruffle dictum. As I approached they an<i RigKl" 8a:d I to mv ,^.now thew *irl"7 No- *'m sure ?L t * 111 ,ny t,f> Tn? loud they think. Just before we passed their eves sought the ground and then they looked up and giggled knowingly at one another m-?MWr.itl1^rr was an oulbreak of wild hilarity.. As I passed thev giggled a gurgle of wanton exnberance~ -Wanton exuberance ' sounds good and is ail I ran say. I dropped In a candy shop on ibe corner for enlightenment. Said I to the proprietor: "I Presume High School girls do a great deal of buying here?" Y-8, H^P^ed. "They do. tlod bless em. ' Do they giggle much?"' I asked. they giggle much?" he repeated. ,i. ?i ??ur'e ihey Kf88le. They giggle hi Will a'i. ( tJley d,dn t the>' wouldn't be^ High School girls. '?^^mak<;8 t,hem ?'**???" I queried. vniHtS L don 1 know Animal Pa*?, bark. cow? moo. lions roar and High School girls giggle; that's why. LlolTY IN MARBIAGE.*' I gu ss." he exclaimed, as lie shuffled ;o the back of the store. An ambiguous bit of psychology, but better than any I can offer. When a girl enters high school she dons skirts which come to her shoe tops and becomes a miss. This; has the effect of Kiving her a feeling of no little impor <ance and, in the phraseology of our Mary Ann. she "begins to get ideas-." Dress, now, becomes of paramount interest to her. She becomes an adept at photo graphing in detail in her mind's eye every new bit of femirtine frippery she sees. Tresses that have hung down one's back We caught up in rolls or knots. The foiffure becomes a work of art. One is ijrown up. isn't one? Well, one must use face lotions if one wishes to be beautiful. UOld creams and flesh foodsjare perfectly horrid. They stick to one's pillow so and make one dream of being kissed by bears Snd sealions. Still, one can't be blamed for want ng to become like Lillian ius *ell or Maxine Elliott, can one? Nobby lunior boys freely bestow their smiles >ipon "cute kids." so one really can't help Vrying to look cute?or nice, you know. I entered a high school building on a recent bfternoon with a view to recon noitering. As I passed up the inside steps t came upon a blooming little blond on a landing gazing out of the window?II pen seroso. As 1 swung around the landing and started up the next flight I encoun tered a husky youth descending. He was decked out a la (George Cohan. I saw ______?? H "DO THEY GIGGLE MUCHP WHY OT COURSE THEY GIGGLE!" "THE F-STREET GIRL IS A PUL SATING EGOTIST.*' him pause at the side of the girl. I went on up several steps, then halted and hug ged the inside wall. I was within he?.r;ng, but out of sight. "Hello." purred he. "Oh! Hello!" she exclaimed, feigning surprise. "I saw you on Oth street last night with Fred." said he. "You did?" she giggled, elflshly. "Sure I did!" he^-eplied with a laugh. "Are you sure it^vas mo?" she asked. "l"gh-huh." said he. "You're trying to jolly mc," she gig gled. "No, I ain't." he affirmed. "I don't believe you were on Oth street last night!" said she. peevishly. "Sure, I was!" he said, earnestly. "Were you?" she breathed. "What makes you think I wasn't?" queried he. " Cause!" she answered. " 'Cause why?" he exclaimed. "OH! YOU MEAN 'SQUABS " 'Cause I haven't ever seen you. on Oth ^street," replied she. They continued in this fashion until lie had satisfied her that he had been on Oth street the night before. Having estab lished that fact, he was attempting to convince her that he had actually seen her when I passed on up the steps. If you want to see what an active little machine our high school girl really is. at tend one of the interh'gh school foot ball games. She relieves the monotonous drab of the field with splotches of color. Her school patriotism is more intense than that of the boys and displays itself pro nouncedly at these games. Not only do the wave of her flag and her insistent "rah-rah-rah" betoken her enthusiasm, hut it likewise kindles a spirit of chiv alry in the breasts of the padded and mud-begrimed warriors. Her enthusiasm is ever on tap and she lends it with gen erous abandon to every school cause, , whether it be base ball, drills or foot ball. To see her at her best one should at tend a high school cadet ball. If there liiijili IIIPl|il|i|i|' -pw ^"gaagasgBa -i "THE EIGHT-HOUR LAW DOESN'T APPLY TO THE SOCIETY GIKL." ! WASHINGTON MAN TELLS INCIDENTS IN LIFE OF TOMAS ESTRADA PALMA A WASHINGTON man, who was the representative of a religious or ganization in Cuba and who came in contact with Tomas Estrada Palma. the former President' of Cuba, who died last Tuesday, has some interesting inci dents to tell of the threat patriot. "General Palma was of diminutive stat. ure," he relates, "and of a delicate con stitution, but always displayed a rest less activity in the conscientious dis charge of his public duties. He had a retined, affectionate nature and a finely balanced head. In personal appearance he was very plain. His manners were unassuming and democratic, and lie patiently heard whatever the person might say who happened to be in con versation with him. It was no easy mat ter to secure an audience wit?h him. after his inauguration as the first constitutional President of Cuba, in 100^. His devotion to his daily duties rarely permitted him to take the "almuerzo" or first hearty meal of the day, which. In the climate of Havana, should be eaten at eleven o'clock. "The entire weight of organizing the new government of Cuba Libre seemed to rest upon his shoulders, and from early morning until late at night lie was busily engaged in receiving and conferring with cabinet officers, members of the Cuban con.ress committees of bu.?inc?s corporations, deputations of religious orders and denominations, boards of edu cation. m mbers of the diplomatic corps and distinguished foreian visitors. He attended, in addition, to his vast cor respondence. and careful!#, scrutinized every official document." "Elected a member of the first revolu tionary congress of Cuba, he was attend ing its sessions when lie received news of the tragedy which was to darken the remaining years of his life. His venerable mother, in spite of (her eighty years, persisted In keeping as near to him as possible, and shared with him the dangers of the tierce warfare raging all around her. One day, a party or Spanish troops fell upon the ranch where she was living, robbed and set it on fire, killed two or three men and carried her off. The news of this catastrophe floiv with extraordinary rapidity, and Estrada Palma breathlessly hastened to the spot, only to find corpses and blackened ruins. He return d in despair, io Ms camo. where, six days after, he received the un expected news that his mother had been found, after having been abandoned by the Spaniards. * His Mother's Death. "He again rushed in search of her through the tropical jungles and moun tains: and at length discovered her at the point of death. With a fortitude ahd energy not to be expected in one of her years she had resolutely refused to fol low her Spanish cantors, who, after a fatiguing march of three days, had be come exasperated at her obstinacy and abandoned her In a torrential rain, the leader of the Spaniards leaving orders A with a Cuban peasant to put an end to 'that old woman.' Tlie peasant hap pened to be one of Gen. Palma's ac quaintance* and did not execute die bar barous command. Left to ljj^rself. she wandered uimlessb through the forest, sustaining: life with wild fruits, un il. emaciatpd by hunger and fatigue, she lay down on a roek to die By a mere acci dent a passing friend found her and re storer! ber to her son. The omot ion caused by the meeting proved too gr?-at and she EX-?RESIDENT PALMA. expired in the arms of h-^r idolized Tomas. Gen. Palma was later asked whether he did not cherish a burning thirst for re venge against the Spaniards and he re plied: "The memory of my motlier is too sacred for me to stain it with a feeling of revenge.' "The 20th of May. 1002. the American military occupation of Cuba ceased and the venerable Gen. blstrada Palma was inaugurated as the first pr^siden of free Cuba. It wa* with reluctance that he surrendered the quiet domestic Joys of private life to take up the burdens of state. It was thoroughly characteristic of his noble character that when toward the end of April that year he reached Santiago City his tirst thought was to repair as soon as possible to Bayamo to exhume the remains of his sainted mother and give her the Christian burial tilial love dictated. These remains were discovered through the aid of a former female household slave. They were con veyed to Ba.vamo (a ruined hamlet and wreck of its former prosperity* and. guarded hv fifty of the Cuban veterans, received a mili ary funeral. A beautiful tablet was placed on the grave with the following inscription: ?? Tandelaiia Palma! Here, exhausted and ill. thou did fall down, following thy son who was fighting for the liber.y of his country. Thirty-one years thou hast slent beneath the solid mass of earth that covers thee. The people of Canto, Cuba, come to awaken thee and to say to thee, Vond?r comes thy son. with his brow crowned with laurels as a reward for his virtues, in order to deposit thy precious remains. Arise! thy country is free and thou art in the hands of thy son.' On Art Fakers. U A S there are few real judges of liter ature, so there are few real judges g>f painting. Put in the average reader's hand a book by an unknown writer and he will be quite unable?he will even be afraid?to say whether the work is good or had. Put before the millionaire col lei tor an unsigned painting and he. too, ?will he at sea. Hence the feeblest can vas of a ?xeat dead name?a canvas cracked and restored till it is worthless will fetch WOO.OCO easily, while the can vas of an unrecognized and starving Kenius, fresh and beautiful from his studio, fetches at most a few dollars. J Raphael Nichols, the "well-known ex pert of Chicago, paused to take breath. "I heard a dealer talking to a painter and sculptor the other day," he said. "His talk sounded absurd and wicked. After all. though, is it wicked to dupe our millionaire collectors? They are dup ing us when they profess a knowledge of art that they don't possess. ? " 'Got that bust thrown back on your hands, eh?' said the dealer to the artist. *1 don't wonder at it. Your busts lack dignity and classic grandeur. Your pic tures lack mellowness and the rich bloom of true color. Tell you what to do. Cut the bust's nose off, chop away part >of the chin, dent the head here and there, pour acid all over it, and bury it in your garden for two months. It'll go then as an antique. And as for your last land scape, you'd better ruh It all over with brown. Slap on a lot of varnish, and put it up the kitchen chimney a few weeks. 1 shouldn't wonder if I worked it off as a Sebastian Van Fayk.' " Work Does It. ?pONTENTMENT in not a good ^ thing," said Mrs. Wilkins Freeman, the brilliant writer, at a dinner in New York. "Not contentment, but dissatisfac tion. is what causes progress in the world." She smiled. "If we look for the contented man," she said, "we will usually find him asleep when he ought to be at work." -THAT'S WHAT WE CALL EM!" be a twilight zone between girlhood and womanhood I believe the high school girl is its representative. Viewing her through half-closed eyes, her freshness is emphasized by the whiteness of her sim ple frock set against the background of smart uniforms. I seem to see the zone and the type. I sec dawning graciousness of demeanor of the woman playing hide and seek with girlish impetuosity. Now I see one. now the other. I see the girl and then the budding woman. Framed in ambient gayety as she is. the effect is most fascinating. | DEPARTMENT STORE GIRL* T* Hp* THE Department Store Girl is an im portant cog in the economic ma chinery of the city and is so recognized by her employers. Without her the mod ern department store would hardly be a profitable Investment. A small salary sel dom Interferes with the painstaking ef forts and reliability characteristic of woman employes. The Department Store Girl is much better able to cope with the inconsistencies of the woman bargainer than a male employe would be. When a man would wax impatient and lose the sale the girl understands, is patient and W2lit 15 With human nature poked at her in hasketfuls day after day the Department Store Maid grows wise and knowing. Many of them are burdened with respon sibilities. and these, coupled with the ex periences incident to their positions, lead them to evolve a crude sort of philosophy Her philosophy, put in her own words, is this: "The world Is full of people worse off than I. I see them ever?' day. Wealth and position do not maku for happiness and contentment. I see indications of that every day. I may as well endeavor to make the best of my own sphere." The Department Store Girl does not look exuberant, but she has the appear ance of being happy. The passivity of her eyes speaks of dreams of the future. Whether it be through an inherent re gard for the fundamentals of society or not she be'ieves implicitly in marriage. Few are the department store girls that are not in ques of the right "gentleman friend." Marriage is her goal. Depart ment store heads will corroborate me It would appear from the diligence of her pursuit that to her marriage is an e'.ysium foreign to the intrusions of dull care and sorrow. Certainly it would seem that one before whose eyes the foibles of human nature run their gamut and who in a measure Is able to philosophize in cisively would be alive to the responsibil ities of married life. The Department Store Girl sees in mar riage a deliverance from a life which, though it has its brighter sides, is on the whole a sordid routine. In her freer moments, so far as I have been able to observe, her entire imaginative effort is expended in constructing dreams of the future. I happened to be in a department store early one morning not long ago I over heard the following illuminating conver sation: "Grace." said a bleached blond to a natural brunette, "I was out with Charles last night." "Oh. was you? What did you wear?" said the brunette, pausing from her hair dressing efforts before a hand mirror. "My blue. He thinks it's grand." "Do you think lie's pood lookirjg?" "Well. I should say I do. Do you think I would go with him if he wasn't? Well, I guess not. klddo " "Are you 'dead net,* Myrtle?'' ask^d Grace, as she began to manicure her nails. "I hate to pass when I got a card like him in my hand," replied Myrtle, eying herself intently in the mirror "Don't blatne you." laughed Grace. "Now. honest, kiddo, wouldn't him and me make a swell pair?" exclaimed Myrtle. "Yes." agreed Grace. "His job ain't much, but I'd live in a cellar with those eyes," mused Myrtle. The conversation ceased as a floor walker came down the aisle, so I passed on. The Department Store Girl gives a touch of coloring to the early morning and late evening crowds Considering t lie fact that in the majority of stores she has the choice of hut cn? color?black?in the selection of material for wai.sts and skirts she wears behind the counter, it is remarkable that she makes an appear ance at once so chic and alluring. The Washington Department Store Girl is the best dressed Department Store Girl in the country. She carries herself well There is a tendency on her part to bind her waist exceeding small; to thus become Frenchified and the more likable, so I believe. Does she flirt? Faintly in the morning, mildly in the store, but immoderately out side 1 THE F STREET GIRL I 55i I FOUND it a rather difficult proposition to properly "size up" the F street girl, so I introduced myself to Bob X? . who is recognized as the beau ideal of the F street feminin* aggregation. He knows them all and is on hand for the parade every afternoon. Bob se >med quite pleased with the idea of airing his information and took me in hand the very afternoon I called on him. The F street girl is interesting for the same reason that an expounder of a n w flogma is interesting?they have views of life that se?m singularly absurd. To be dressed after the latest models and wait ed upon by youths who have the automo bile habit is to her the acme of existence. In the sphere where vanity rules affecta tion becomes its hallmark. Affectation. I think, is the distinguishing feature of the F street type. From the crown of her protuberant Merry Widow to the tip of her tiny boot the F street girl is a pul sating egotist. Withal she is an enter taining bit of bric-a-brac, if nothing more. . ? . . "Now." said Bob. as we struck F street "Don't pipe these girls too hard, your# liable to queer yourself if you do. ' As we neared 13th street be whispered: "Now do you pipe these three girl* com ing toward us. Well, the one in the center is Gladys B? . Three truly F street girls approached. Gladys B - proved to be a willowy creature is a suit of burnt-orange surmounted by a t black hat overburdened with ostricl plumes. Her eyes matched her chestnut hair. She was choked in a Queen bllta beth collar. , . "She has been engaged three times and wouldn't mind being that way again. continued Bob. We uncovered as they passed and re ceived smiles which Bob said meant "Come around any time. Were always at home to you." "Here comes my good friend Clara, in* one on the outside." Attired in a suit of blue and her face veiled Clara came pirouetting along. "You see." said Boh after passing, the effect isn't bad. is it?" ? . "No. It might have been worse. i answered. . . ? ... Just then he tipped his hat to a chie little affair in brown. "Who is that?" I asked. "Mabel Z he replied. "She had her picture In the paper the other day and l guess she's out to see if people recognize her." Down toward 11th street we came upon two fluffy-ruffles wljh whom Bob wa? acquainted. . . "Oh. dear! isn't it warm or cold, I mean." said the one in gray whose collar seemed to give her a great deal or trouble. . ? ... w "Yes. It is rather dusty, replied Bob. "You are so funny," gurgled the one in b'"That s what my wife used to say" offered Bob, glibly. (Uproarious laugh "My but you're quiet." exclaimed the one in' gray, for 1 hadn't had a chance a* yet to get in a word. "He's the silent partner in a coffln con cern." said Bob. before I could reply (Wild hilarity lor several minute*.) "There's a law against vagrancy, so let * shift." said Bob. And we lifted our hats and moved away on a wave of laughter "You see." he explained, "bo long as >ou dress swell and can hand out the funny dope why you get in solid." THE SOCIETY GIRL 5 s OMK artist has called the American _ society girl the eighth wonder of the world. He supplemented this, however, with no statement of the qualities which to his mind made her eligible to this title. , The predominant characteristics which mark her as a wonder (certainly tho?? which Impress one who knows her inti mately) are her remarkable staying pow ers, htr beauty, her ambition* and^ her shrewdness. In these respects the Wash ington society gfrl differs little from her sisters in other cities. Members of Washington society are not the soolal savages to the extent of New York's elect. To be sure money has made its Inroads into the inner circle, noticeably within the past decade. But here, execu tives, legislators, diplomats, army and navy officers and certain persons of the city who, by virtue of the age and Dni Hancy of their family traditions, are rec ognized as elite, have clung tenaciously to what they rightfully consider their in herent privilege, namely: the compilation of the social register of the capital The society girl is not the gay butterfly of fashion a great many might suppose. To be sure she is fashionable?ultra-fash ionable?but she has serious business on her hands. First and foremost, she must marry before she has been out too man> seasons. The selection and capture of a husband from none too many pa wed-over eligibles demands the utmost energy ana ingenuity on her part and the part of her mamma. . . ... The eight-hour law doesn t apply in the least to the society girl. There is little doubt but what, during the season, she suffers more physical and mentul fatigue than the average working girl. At any time from 9 to 12 she has breakfast in bed and generally attends to her corre spondence while dispatching the former. An hour later she is up and dressed and ready to be driven or automoblled to her dressmaker s or a women's club of which she may be a member. If she Is fond or life in the open she goes for a horseback ride. At twelve-thirty she hurries home to dress, to attend a luncheon given by her^ set, or to lunch with friends. Following this she often returns home again, changes her toilet completely and drives off to make calls or to attend a reception Her time is usually occupied until ?? by these various affairs, when again she must Journey home and dress for dinner?at home or abroad. In the evening, following dinner, she may be taken to the theater or a muslcale. or a diplomatic reception, and often on the. heels of this is hurried off to a ball. Set dom is the night, during the season, that she sf^s h<*r bfd before i or ? o clocic lit the morning. It requires a deal of nice discretion to decide whether one shall ea< heartily at afternoon tea or drink spar ingly at dinner, or vice versa, for the society girl must take excellent care of her body If she hopes to bear up under the turmoil of her existence. The movements of the society girl gre manifestations of the strenuoslty of American life. ^ The girl whose father sits high in the councils of the nation finds herself called upon to exercise every ounce of tact and diplomacy that is hers. One would b?> surprised to know to what a degree an official's pcslticn and his power are de pendent upon the swathe he cuts In *o ciety. They say that more legislative feats have been accomplished In drawing rooms than in all the sessions of Congress put together. The success a man achieve* In scoring socially is largely a matter cr the linesse exercised by his wife, and daughters in their maneuvering*. Not always can the scclety girl choosf ti e friends she might wish to. She has first to think of her father and consider his relation to the head of the family, with whom she is perhaps eager to be come intimate. In making up a dinner list she must exercise care and discretion lest some one of importance be left out. Washington society bristles with estab lished precedents, and failure to observe one means a great deal of embarassmen and ill feeling. G'rls in Washington society can be grouped. There are the executive girls, a verv few diplomatic girls, the con gressional girls, army and navy girls girls of old Washington faml 1* and girls who bv virtue of the social triumphs of their families in other cities have entree to the society of the National capital. The girl to maintain her popularity in New York society must go like wildfire the vear round. Washington society has not reached the point where It keeps up Its festivities at a Newport gait. In con sequence of this the society girl ha* a much fresher appearance than her New York or Newport rival. There 1* a slight air of cynicism about her. but of that su percilious expression characterl*tic of the Manhattan type she is free. The society girl is satisfied to be pretty. She drea*e* within the bounds of gcod taste, and the clamor for notoriety has not permeated her sphere to the extent that she crava* gorgeousness in her toilet. J