A grand 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
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.