Life — March 6, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Tuoucut i HAD GOT JusT COME DOWN HERE Unreasonable Old Party: THROUGH WITH YOU, EH? A WHILE LONGER. FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE. [SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE TO THE HoME JUMBLE.] AST Monday evening a wedding that had been eagerly. an- ticipated by others as well as the contracting parties, came off in the new and fashionable church of St. Olaff, where a few | more unrented pews may now be secured at prices ranging from one to two thousand dollars per year, and Mr. Slim, a Aadituc of the most exclusive society, was united in the holy government bonds of matrimony to Miss Minnie Flash, only daughter of the well-known billionaire. Miss Flash is a charming brunette, seventeen years and six months old, stands fourteen hands high in her dancing slippers, and has a record of fifty thousand a year. She was educated abroad, and is a remarkable linguist, being proficient in all modern languages, including even her mother tongue. Many of our fashionable people will remember the magnificent and brilliant entertainment that marked her entrance into society four winters since. The bride wore a dress entirely of lace, trimmed with the same material, costing, it is said, a square twenty-five thousand dollars, and the chef d’euvre of Mad. Donavan. In lieu of the ordinary bouquet, she carried in her hand a check for one million dollars, the gift of her father. Orange blossoms, from Plunder, and in fact all flowers having lately been voted by the best society, as being entirely too inexpensive for these occasions, she wore instead a superb tiara of gems of the clearest water, procured from the well-known firm of Tiffin & Co., who keep constantly on hand a large stock of ornaments, which can be rented on very reason- able terms, with moderate security. A notable feature of the ceremony was the presence in the church of a whole company of the Seventh Regiment, in full uniform, with accoutrements, who escorted the bridal party to the altar and back. This is a new wrinkle of society, and is bound to become very popular. The 131 reception at the home of the bride was a grand affair, and the crush was tremendous, as there were more than five thousand in- vitations issued, nearly all of which were responded to. Moreices furnished an elegant supper, and has kindly promised to furnish us | with a copy of the bill, the items of which we will have the pleasure of shortly publishing. Mr. and Mrs. Slim have char- tered the entire first cabin of one of the White Star steamers, 4nd will sail for Europe next week. | BE thou as solemn as a pump and as silent as a tombstone, and thou wilt be called full of wisdom. TRUTH is stranger than friction. COMMENTS ON “THE NEXT PRESIDENCY.” (W. Y. Half-Breed Gazette.) HE Hon, Wayne MacVeagh, in a recent article in the Cen- tury magazine, gives an able review of the political situa- tion. It is easy to see that in drawing the ideal President, the eminent lawyer has had in view the familiar form of the Hon. J. G. Blaine, of Maine. (The Shiner.) Ex-Attorney-General MacVeagh has drawn an exceedingly graceful picture of Hon. W. S. Holman, of Indiana, as the coming President of the United States in an able article in the last number of the Century. (The N. ¥. Tammanyerat.) Mr. John Kelly’s boom for the next Presidency is assuming majestic proportions, In a paper on the ‘ Next Presidency” in the last issue of the Century, even the most superficial reader will at once recognize the ‘‘ liniments” of our great leader. (An Interview with John Sherman.) “Have you seen Mr. MacVeagh’s paper on the “Next Presi- dency?” “Yes, sir, and I may say that it is exceedingly gratifying to me to have that gentleman come out with such material aid for | my advancement.” (How President Arthur Regards It.) “ He has drawn a very vivid picture, but this ‘boom,’ as you newspaper men call it, is too premature, and may ruin my chances. I was fishing off Fire Island one Sunday afternoon with some of the boys, and was having immense luck trolling, when just as T was hauling in a twenty-pound blue, we took a tack and the boom floored me, I fear this is MacVeagh’s intention. I must leave you now, as Mr. Ochiltree’s dinner to Bismarck is at eight. Alick, I’m going to eat lobster salade to-night, so you ’d better have the Secretary of the Interior here when I come home.” Here the President put a full-blown Jacqueminot in his lappel | and skipped airily away. (Ex-Hon. Roscoe Conkling.) “Tt is very evident that Mr. MacVeagh’s mind was upon me when he wrote that article.” (Ditto Platt.) “Me too.” (afrs. Hayes! Husband.) « She says it’s me and I dassent say’t aint !” ) KB, THE many are called (candidates) but one is chosen. I HAVEN'T no idea.—The remark of the blind man to the girl who wanted him to admire the scenery. EvuPHEMISMS are all very well in their way, but when it comes to saying that St. Stephen-was ‘rocked to sleep,’’ it is carrying | the thing a little too far.