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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (June 22, 1901)
Asiga. 6aEisaaa THE COURIER. I 1 ii, n box of luncheon, and when the party was Bottled around odo of the tables on the terrace they took up the subject of the day, which was the decorations of St. Peter's at Rome. The president called the meeting to order and mado an appropriate little speech about the fitness of discussing the great art work of St. Fetor's while sitting about under the only less deco rated dome of nature's temple as they beheld it from the vantage point of Pairmount park. She spoke feelingly of the color display in the floral decora tions of the park and compared them to the tints in the paint pots of Michael Angelo. Then she corrected herself and alluded to the palette, remarking that Bhe had used the term paint pot purely in a figurative sense. Her speech was received with enthusiastic applausn, after which one of the members sug gested that it the table was Bet and the luncheon in progress the club could then discuss the subject and listen to the papers between the courses of the collation. "When the men give u dinner, Madam President," Baid the woman in the taf feta tailor made gown, "it is customary to discuss the subjects after dinner. I move that we partake'of our refresh ments first and then proceed to the feast of reason and the flow of soul. Besides, I have a salad that was on the ics until the minute of starting and if it is not eaten soon it will get all warm." "I move in favor of the salad first, and St. Peter's afterward," said the woman with the red cheeks. "Second the motion," announced the woman at the far end of the table, as she lifted the cover from a ehoe box and Bet a bottle of pickles od the table with an emphatic flourish. "Can some one tell ub how long Michael Angelo worked on the home of St. Peter's?" as the ladies passed about thehnrd boiled eggs and exchanged samples of deviled ham sandwiches for others made with lettuce and mayon naise. "Who is posted on that point?" "Well," said the woman at the far end of the table, "excuse me for inter rupting, but I wish you would look at the number of things my right hand neighbor has stowed away in one small tin biscuit box. I never saw anything like it. There are sixteen wooden plates, a bottle of salad dressing, a bunch of cel ery, a head of lettuce, two bunches of radishes and well I wish you'd look. She has etuck a wooden toothpick in each radish, bo that i may be used as a fork with which to eat the salad, to say nothing of one dozen and a half of Jap- J. F. Harris, No. I, Board of Trade, CHICAGO. STOCKS AND- BONDS Grain, Provisions, Cotton. j j j Private Wires to New York Gtyand Many Gtie East and West. MEMBER New York Stock Exchange Chicago Stock Exchange. Chicago Board of Trade aneeo napkins. Well, I call that high art up to date art, I call it." "In the work on the dome of St. Peter's, ladies "Oh, that reminds me," said the wo man with the red cheekB to the fifth vice president, who wa3 carving a chocolate layer cake, "I wanted to ask you how much that man you sent to me charged you for whitewashing your cellar. He charged me $3.00. I thought it was abominab'e." "He only charged me a dollar and a half," said the woman with the cake. "But then he made some flower beds for me and I paid him extra for that: Perhaps your collar is larger." "Well, of course, he did whitewash under the stairs, but then he needn't have done that." "I wish you could see the little pane of glass a man had the courage to charge me two dollars and a quarter for putting in my cellar window this morn ing," said a woman who had been listen ing to the conversation. "By the way, do you cook your chocolate frosting?" "I think we are getting far away from the subject," said the woman with the Renaissance collar on her gown. "I have been interested to know that the great master of art in the dome of St. Peter's used the face of his lady love in many of his angels-" "Hear! hear!" came a voice from the extreme end of the table; "it the lady with the beautiful new Renaissance col lar that she made all herself will start the lemonade down this way wo would be pleased to learn anything interesting she may have ferreted out in the life of the gay and ancient bachelor artist." "Did you really make that charming collar yourself?" asked the lady in the white pique waist, as she peeled the shell from a hard boiled egg. "How many lessons did you take?" "Xonly took three, The whole thing cost me less than four dollar?." The idea! Why, if you had bought it it would have cost you not less than thirty dollars." "What was that you were saying about economy?" asked the practical woman. "My husband says that I leave the gas burning all day to save matches. That's not so, by the way; but I suppose everyone has some favorite economy." "Mine's rubber bands," confessed the woman who had not spoken before. "I never destroy a rubber band, and 1 never buy one." "The cook saya my economy is saving little scraps of rags," spid the woman who had brought all the fried chicken. "That reminds me. I have got a new girl, and Pd like you all to know that last night she roasted the soup meat and brought it on as big as life. We had company, too. This morning she melted one of the legs off my silver cof fee pot, and when she was dusting the library I caught her trying to straighten my leaning tower of Pisa." "Well, she can cook chicken all right," said the woman sitting opposite, as she tossed a bone over her shoulder. "Speaking of servants," eaid the presi dent, "I, too, have troubles. Mine is new. Just over. Her name is Nora. Last night she locked all the screen doors after we went out to the theatre, then she went up to the third floor and slept like the dead, so that after resort ing to every legitimate means of getting into our own house we gave it up and broke a ten dollar pane of glass. It was very trying. But I believe we wore to discuss the artist's work on the dome of St. Peter's. Pardon me for straying so far from the subject." "Well, I should have thought your husband .would have been furious," said the woman with the whito pique waist, rising to brush some crumbs from her lap. "Do you know I think you wear some of the stunningest shirt waists,"' said For the Table . . . U Li ifS J Dainty table delicacies I of the high class variety, priced nere tower tnan is usual for indifferent I grades elsewhere. I i ITDM I 111 Choice lemons, per dozen lie j Choice country butter, per lb 12c Time for AU Wk. 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