Adjectives Fail Me

I just don't know what to say. This is a clipping from the old scrapbook that I bought while antiquing in Reno. I'll transcribe it for you. I really don't know what to say. I'll let you decide.

A GAY DECEIVER FALLS INTO TRAP

For some years various ladies of Los Banos and vicinity have been annoyed from time to time by advances from a would be "masher." He has been, and might continue to be, a useful and influential citizen, but on account of this habit, his inordinate vanity, and the firm belief that his attentions are acceptable to old and young, married and unmarried alike, he has injured his reputation and destroyed his influence for good in this community.

A few days ago a lady whom he approached determined to ridicule him and let him "see himself as others see him," or rather to let "others see him as he sees himself." She staged a play that any moving picture would have been glad to secure and perhaps did secure, a la Fatty Arbuckle.

She admitted him softly at the door into a darkened room as per agreement at 7:30 p.m. sharp, stepped aside, and he was received into the arms of a Kimono-clad young man! A moment later, when the lady switched on the lights - behold the "masher" hugging the lady's substitute, who was ducking his head around to avoid the attempted kisses!! Somebody called out "Break" when Mr. Masher fell back paralyzed, gazed a moment at the young man and laughing lady, glanced around the room at the masked assembled audience, backed out of the door and disappeared into the night, followed by jeers and laughter of the witnesses within and without.

~unsigned, undated. However, another clipping on the same page is dated 1911~

Antiquing Trip

While antiquing wasn't our "real" reason for going, it's good enough, don't you think? I bought mainly trinkets for jewelry making, but we had the nicest time finding them. I shopped at Junkees in downtown Reno. I follow Tracey's blog, and she mentions it often, although I believe that she's giving it up in favor a move to the Pacific Northwest. Still, it was a nice sized antique mall with a lot of fun offerings, and one really wonderful booth full of fantastic buttons!

I picked this album up, you know, just out of curiosity, and it turned out to have a nice collection of old newspaper clippings lovingly pasted inside.

Full of poetry and mostly undated articles, I was hooked. It was ten minutes later when I was still reading it, and didn't want to put it down that I realized it was going home with me.

I am attributing it's practically perfect condition to having been carefully stored in the original box.

A bit about our trip, we spent two days enjoying Reno, antiquing, the Riverwalk, a little wine, some really fine dining, and okay, a little gamblling, then moved down the hill for our class reunion. Stayed the next two nights in his hometown, behaving like tourists, retracing our dating haunts and those of his childhood. Nice. Really, really nice.

I think I'm going to photograph the individual clippings in my nifty new book and transcribe them here. There is one dear series of articles . . . the story of a love. I kind of think the one pictured below is part of it, maybe, porbably the first mention. I'll begin by transcribing this one. It is . . . oh, I'll let you read it and decide on the correct adjective!

POPULAR YOUNG MAN WILL STEP INTO DOUBLE HARNESS

We're not mentioning any names, but according to a chance remark over heard by a Standard reporter last week, there is a certain nice young man in this town who can hardly sleep at nights for thinking of a certain day in that dear old month of June, when he shall journey to a nearby city and claim as a bride the girl of his dreams. Ah me, what a happy day that will be for the young man. And in the meantime, if you should happen to see him on the street and he has that faraway look in his eyes, just pass him by quietly, for to rudely awaken might be a shock that might lead to serious consequences. And, oh, yes, we most forgot to tell you that the young lover has made a solemn vow not to wear his garters until the happy day in June when he leads his bride to the altar, and if you look closely, sometimes you can see his little sockies peeping timidly out over his shoe tops. Could a sweeter vow than that be made? Love is a wonderful thing.

If you know who the young man is, please, please, do not tell him that we breathed a word of this, for it's all supposed to be a deep dark secret, and if he knows that everybody knows it, he might not like it.

~undated, unsigned

{The couple in the first photo? Just a wonderful old picture that I had to have. Sadly, it has no note on the reverse. and was not part of the album.}