“AFTER” JENKINS.
AGRAND affair of a ball—the Pioneers'—came
off at the Occidental
some time ago. The following notes
of the costumes worn by the belles of the
occasion may not be uninteresting to the general
reader, and Jenkins may get an idea
therefrom:
Mrs. W. M. was attired in an elegant pâté de
foie gras, made expressly for her, and was
greatly admired.
Miss S. had her hair done up. She was the
center of attraction for the gentlemen and the
envy of all the ladies.
Miss G. W. was tastefully dressed in a tout
ensemble, and was greeted with deafening applause
wherever she went.
Mrs. C. N. was superbly arrayed in white
kid gloves. Her modest and engaging manner
accorded well with the unpretending simplicity
of her costume, and caused her to be regarded
with absorbing interest by every one.
The charming Miss M. M. B. appeared in a
thrilling waterfall, whose exceeding grace and
volume compelled the homage of pioneers and
emigrants alike. How beautiful she was!
The queenly Mrs. L. R. was attractively attired
in her new and beautiful false teeth, and
the bon jour effect they naturally produced was
heightened by her enchanting and well sustained
smile. The manner of the lady is
charmingly pensive and melancholy, and her
troops of admirers desired no greater happiness
than to get on the scent of her sozodont-sweetened
sighs, and track her through her sinuous
course among the gay and restless multitude.
Miss R. P., with that repugnance to ostentation
in dress, which is so peculiar to her, was
attired in a simple white lace collar, fastened
with a neat pearl-button solitaire. The fine
contrast between the sparkling vivacity of her
natural optic and the steadfast attentiveness of
her placid glass eye, was the subject of general
and enthusiastic remark.
The radiant and sylph-like Mrs. T. wore
hoops. She showed to good advantage, and
created a sensation wherever she appeared.
She was the gayest of the gay.
Miss C. L. B. had her fine nose elegantly enameled,
and the easy grace with which she
blew it from time to time, marked her as a cultivated
and accomplished woman of the world;
its exquisitely modulated tone excited the
admiration of all who had the happiness to
hear it.
Being offended with Miss X. and our acquaintance
having ceased permanently, I will
take this opportunity of observing to her that
it is of no use for her to be slopping off to
every ball that takes place, and flourishing
around with a brass oyster-knife skewered
through her waterfall, and smiling her sickly
smile through her decayed teeth, with her dismal
pug nose in the air. There is no use in it
—she don't fool any body. Every body knows
she is old; every body knows she is repaired
(you might almost say built) with artificial
bones and hair and muscles and things, from
the ground up—put together scrap by scrap;
and every body knows, also, that all one would
have to do would be to pull out her key-pin
and she would go to pieces like a Chinese puzzle.
There, now, my faded flower, take that
paragraph home with you and amuse yourself
with it; and if ever you turn your wart of a
nose up at me again, I will sit down and write
something that will just make you rise up and
howl.
