Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 1, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 January 1892 — Who Could Blame Her. [ARTICLE]

Who Could Blame Her.

I saw a beautiful little girl being fitted to gloves in a very swell glove shop one day last week. She had eyes of turquoise, hair like spun gold, a complexion as delicate as the leaf of a rose, and had seen about six summers, perhaps not quite so many winters. She was surveying her plump little hands, which had just been incased in tan-colored gloves. With a comical look of dismay she said: “I don’t want ’em; I don’t lite ’em. I tan’t wiggle my finders.” Her mother, a fashionably dressed woman, replied: “Well, you’ve got to wear them. You can’t be running about the streets barehanded. It is not good form.” And then they walked away, the maiden still protesting that she could not put her “finders” in her “potit.” No doubt in a few years little Miss Blue Eyes will have developed into a fashionable young woman who lives in gloves, but it will be an acquired taste. Everybody wears gloves, but few like the custom. The latentsavage lingering in us calls out for perfect freedom of hand and wrist.—New York Recorder. Wrong doing begins with wrong thinking. Sit mce is gal dan for a fool’s tongue