The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 14, 1901, Page 10

10 . THE SUNDAY OALL. TRIPES, dlamends and epenwerk, that's what the hosiery is this year, Since low shoes have becomse the proper thing the hosiery dealers have racked their brains and taxed thelr ingenuity for something new and startling. To say that they have succeeded in pro- ducing something striking end out of the ordinary would be putting it mildly. And the success worked both ways—first-in originality, and, secondly, in taking the eye of the fickle public. What would our pious grandmothers have thought If they had been given a pair of green and yellow stripes or & palr of black and white diamonds that could heve been seen & block awsy? It almost & PALE | PINK AND o ¢ rMTAROOMN FANCY NVORK, < rs run up one’s dback to ir horror and dismay. could be prettier than a dalinty , with all kinds of twists and a drop stitch? They are very frock on a summer day, t ninety in the shade. modest young lady who likes tramp the hot, dusty byways d a tan or a brown, with e figures, eithes in white or iways with a drop stitch. They no one, even & erank, could se ome of wearing anything bit gay, letic girl, who takes her summer outing in the most sensible way, dons & short skirt, big hat and knee boots. When ghe is tramping in Yosemite or tolling slowly up Shasta she doesn’t think much ebout her hoslery. Her chief idea is to are cool, ar possibly acc get there with as much comfort as possi- ble. Now, bright reds and greens and blacks may be swell and pretty, but there is no use talking about it, pink cotton stockings are the most comfortable and by fe» ths best for the feet, There is practieally ne dye—none, In fact—that will tire the feet efter one or two washings. So, you see, they make up in one way what they loss in another, The girl who spends her summer at the seashore may revel in all kinds of flowers and checks, but when it comes to swim- ming, black agaln asserts itself. Perhaps the latest thing in hoslery for 4 V90640008 soe59 9900000000008 S 9 49944409400 oy #o ladies is the golf sock. They are not worn as extensively as they might be on ac- count of the warmth, but they are very The Pig-Headed T looked just as pig-headed as he turned out to be. There was no 1 )l Goubt about his being a stranger in a strange land, for while his clothes were not rustic in appearance there was an unfamiliar tut about them. And then he carried a traveling bag and N hen the conductor of the Fourth-ave- car called for his fare the stranger ug ywn into his pocket and drew out e b The man in blue, who bore on his right sleeve three gold service stripes as of wonderful forbearance with all is and conditions of people, squinted ihe bill and shook his head. at “That ain’t no good in this country,” he said ““Of course it's good,” sald the stranger, ng it forth. r bill.” " repeated the conductor. won’t take it off me at the office.” 1, you've got to take it,” sald the sstranger, “or stop the car and put me off. It's money and good money.” The conductor acted like a human be- ing. He took tH® bill and looked it all “It's a Canadian + Mzn and the Streetcar PassenGers. over again. Then he referred it to a passenger. + mever saw a bill like that befors,™ he said. “What do you think of it.” The passenger told him he was right in not accepting it because it was not legal tender in this country and because he could not get rid of it except at a discount even at a bank. So the con- ductor passed it over to its owner once more. “You're in America now.” he sald. good- paturedl~ “You'll have to pay American money. If I took that I'd be stuck with it myself.” S4il the passenger was pig-headed. “Wel.,” he sald, “you’ll have to stop the car and put me off. That's all.” Then he settled back doggedly and scowled. The controversy had attracted great attention in the car. Every one was looking at the stranger, and a man who sat across from him, thinking that the five-dollar bill was all the stranger had, gave the conductor a nickel for the fare and the other passengers took it for granted that the controversy was all set- tled. But not so. The pig-headed young man arose with a grunt and again dug into his trousers pocket. This time he pulled out several American one-dollar bills. One of these he offered to the conductor. “I got your fare,” said the conductor. “No, you haven't,” insisted the strang- er. “I haven't paid.” “But this man pald for you.” “He’s not me. Change the bilL" “I ain’t got the change,” Insisted the concuctor. The man with the spats was getting red in the face. He offered the one-dollar bill to the man who had paid his fare. The man would not take it. “I can pay my way,” exclaimed the stranger. “Give me the change.” “Haven’t got any,” sald his benefactor, with a grin. “It's all right now. Sit down.” But the stranger would not. He went fror passenger to passenger, asking for change, poking his one-dollar bill into their faces. They all thought it was Canadian and examined it closely, while the stranger rocked around the car. At the end of the line he found a man L e e e 2 e e ¥ Poses by Amy Leister, Tivoli E i Opera-House. * + Hosiery from Hale’s. i Photos by Alisky. e e e e ] who could give him four quarters for the bill. He offered a quarter to the man who had paid his fare. The man wowd not take it. Then the stranger started up the line to get change for one of his quarters. At last he got five nickels. He gave one of them to his benefactor, drew a deep breath and sat himself down agaln, glaring at every one. After two minutes’ thought he remarked: “I'm prettr pig-headed when I get started.” No one in the car undertook to deny this assertion. Cause of the Delay. Teacher—What made you =o late? Tommy—T had to wait for ma to wrap up 2 bundle for me to leave at Mrs. Brown's. Teacher—Surely it didn't take your mother nearly an houf to do that. Tommy—Yes'm. You see, the paper she was wrappin’ it up 1h had a love story tn it.—Philadelphia Press. neat looking. The colors are all bright this year, and red has come in for more than its share of epace. There are dozens and dozens of boxes of solid reds, and equally as many blues with red and black fancy feet. These are called “half-socks” and they traly look it, and at the same Lime re- mna one of the famillar saying, “Whew! Hot socks.” They are not all as noisy, though. Some of the prettiest are of black lisle with white silk filigree work form- ‘ng the Jower half. And then again the colors may a light green with pink end white checks. Even all black is worn by sedate people. Not the ordinary black of a few years ago, = Eunn Bits Qulled An Unfeeling Wretch. “T wish T had that man where I could get at him,” said the young woman. “What man?” asked the elderly woman. “The one that advertised how to get rid of rough, red hands—for a dollar.” ou sent the dollar?” : es, and what do you think the hateful thing sent?” “T have no idea.” «He said the easlest way was to pay off the rough, red hands and hire polite black ones.”—Indianapolis Press. —_——— Wanted Something Gradual Politician—Tell me the best way to get out of politics. Friend—Turn prohibitionist. - Politician—Oh, that’s too sudden; I want to go out gradually.—Smart Set. A Sense of Security. “Have you ever given any thought to the dangers which threaten this repub- 1ic?” inquired the apprehensive. “] don't belleve a word of such talk,” answarad Senator Sorghum. “I relv an but a thin epen work of stik or lsle, and after all, they are about as pretty and neat a stocking as can be wern. Black and white Is a combinatien that is worn a great deal In everything this year, and, of course, couldn’t poasibly be left out of this Important factor of dress. One of the favorites this year—and a de- cided one In New York last season—is the diamonds. The demand has been more than the dealers could supply. Another pair of the same colors is striped, but they are not nearly as pretty on the foot, as they appear cut on the blas. Don't imagine all this swelldom costs pothing. It is expensive like sverything elss that 1s good, and, gbove all, & now elty. Some of them cost as much as $1.50 and $2, but it is always =a comfort to know that everybody on the street hasn't the same identical thing on. There are few women who can resist this charm. Green 13 a splendid color for spring wear, and then, too, there fsn’t that eter- nal wonder as to whether the dye will leave all kinds of bad effects. Whers there fsn’t one thing to worry about, thers is another, you know. Polka-dots are not worn as much as they were: In fact, they are not wern at all unless they are dressed up. A neat hose is a blue ground covered with black dots and a row of bows down the center. Pink is a color that will be the rage this year, and the smart girl who dotes on harmony will have no trouble in blend- ing from the crown of her dainty head to the soles of her patent leather shod feet. — Erom Here, There and Everbwhere. the common sense of the masses. And rothing will convince me that you can’t keep people from getting .obstinate and voting against you, provided you have plenty of money and are willing to spend it.”—Washington Star. —_—e—— Still More Horrible. “My ragged friend,” sald the elderly gentleman with nothing else to do, “I read a story In one of the dally newspapers ebout a man that dropped dead after drinking a glass of beer. Was not that horrible?” “Might of been worse,” sald the object of charity. ‘How 7" “He might have dropped dead before drinkin’ it.”—Indianapolis Press. Hope for the Better. Employer—Now, where have you been all this time—at the matinee, I suppose? Come, confess. Office boy (In fear and trembling)—TYes, sir, I was, mnlover—I'm glpd +a haar i Parhans you've picked up & new tune. I was get- ting tired of that old one you whistle.— Philadelphia Press. First Inference, First politiclan—Did you see that Wei. saker has been announced to dlscuss a few public questions from s high moral plane? Second politiclan—TYes; I wonder what the old geezgr is sore about?—Indianapo- Iis Press. —_——— Her Age. *How old are you, Frau Pletchinger? “Has Frau von Wiesinger given her age, your Honor?” ¢ “Certainly “Very well-then put me down as two years younger than she er Floh. — e Neighborly. Husband—Isn’t it about time Mrs. Bor- rowe was returning our call? Wife—Y-s, but If she does return ft It will be more than she does with the other gl‘_lngs she gets from us.—Detroit Fres asa.