”Fancy Dress Party at Ann Arbor
The ‘wimmen folks’ of the Ann Arbor exchange do not do things by halves, as was demonstrated in a very emphatic manner recently when a large number of them, on invitation of Acenith Ware, plant clerk, gathered at the home of her sister, Mrs. Frank Wilkinson, on Fourth avenue for a fancy dress party.
It was one of the most enjoyable and successful events ever staged by the ladies of the Ann Arbor exchange. Trades, professions and characters in every walk of life were represented in costume, in degrees ranging from sublime court dignity to idiotic and ridiculous impersonations.
Some of the girls were especially clever in their representations. One affected the role of a cowboy who, armed with the favorite weapon of the rover of the plains, swung his lasso dangerously near the head of a burly ‘policeman.’ The latter then produced the customary ornaments which an officer of the law uses to adorn the wrists of a dangerous offender. Failing to instill the designed degree of terror, the ‘policeman’ pulled out the ever-ready ‘billy’ and was about to I ring it heavily down on the cowboy’s head when the latter made a clever maneuver with his lasso and presto—the stick had changed hands.
‘A billy. Ha ha,” came in tones of derision from the cowboy, who was scrutinizing it interestedly out of the corner of her eye and from under the eaves of her spreading hat. ‘A billy. Well, them’s what our mothers jam ‘taters with out in ole Texas—plain ‘tater mashers we call ’em there. Bull rings and ‘tater mashers and sheet o’ tin cut star-like large as a chest protector. Why! out in ole Texas you’d be called a junk heap, never a copper; and that’s just what we will have to consider you here. What say you, fellers?’ There was a chorus of ‘Ya-bet-cha-pal,’ and from that moment on, for the rest of the evening, a good time reigned supreme.
The Wilkinson home was beautifully decorated and there was music, dancing and refreshments to the heart’s content. It was a wee sma’ hour when the company disbanded.