FEMININE CHIT-CHAT.

Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 41, 17 February 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)

FEMININE CHIT-CHAT.

A society young woman has, it is said, devised a novel entertainment, -which is shortly to be mode public. It i« to be a " reoeption for people who cannot sleep at night." Among her friends, she says, are a great many very delightful people who are troubled with insomnia, and who confess that they spend many frightful, wakeful hours walking the floor, looking out of tho window, rocking in the easy chairs, trying to read or write, and in other useless and tiresome occupations. When her plans are fully matured this original young woman intends on at least two nights in every week to be "at homo " to those distressed female friends from midnight until morn. The guests are requested to appear in any unique respectable b-idroom gown, bath robes not excluded ; the lights are to be dim, soothing music and stupid conversation will be the only diversion permitted, hot chocolate and. light waifers will be served, couches and easy chairs will be provided in abundance, and the insomnia victims are earnestly deBired to fall asleep :is soon as possible. It is whispered that prizes will bo offered for tho first snore, but this detail is not authentically announced. A smart little lady bound for Brighton got into a second-class carriage at London Bridge tho other day. The only vacant seat was one on which a magnificent specimen of the genus masher had stretched his patent leather boots, evidently for his own admiration. For a moment he paid no attention to the lady waiting for him to move. A sedate matron touched him on the elbow and made a motion toward the Beat. It was at that moment-that the other passengers were furnished an opportunity to taste the sweetness of a woman's revenge. Veiling her beautiful eyes, the little lady shot from between her half-closed lids a glance that seemed to shrivel the man as he sat. Then slowly drawing from her pocket a dainty cambric she brushed the Beat until the air was full of the odour of crushed violets, when, gathering the handkerchief gingerly between the tips of her gloved fingers, she sent it sailing out of the window as if its very touch were pollution. The passengers giggled, and a gentleman of the old school murmured—" I'd like to lick the jackanapes!" 'The fellow got out at the next station, carrying himself along the platform with the air of a dog caught in the act of stealing the cook's beßtmnrrqw-bone. By the way, Brussels tailors, with, a keon eye to business, are anxious to see dresscoats made of coloured cloth take the plaoe of the familiar black swallowtail, on all but very ceremonious occasions, such as funerals and official receptions, nnd in that view their syndicate have come to an understanding with similar bodies in the principal Continental and American cities—at least, so they say—to advise customers to wear the coloured article wheu merry-making, and retain the black garment only for solemn events. The coat that is proposed to adopt can be made of any colour one likes, red, blue, green, plum, yellow, but there will not be many of the hist named It wi)l have silk facings to match the cloth, and will bo worn with a white waistcoat, lavender • coloured satin knee • breeches, black stockings, shiny leather pumps, and a white neoktie. A smart effort was made to bring this fashion out in PuiL lost winter, and in one tailor's shop window on the Boulevards you could fee dress-coats in cloth of all the colours ot the rainbow, but the new idea, although followed out in some instances, was not generally favoured. This gay sort of attire is commonly worn at fancy balls, and has a charming effect in the cotillion.