Re: Period manners
If you want some how-to instructions for this sort of thing, I ran across the following yesterday while researching street names in New York City.
This is from Personals, or Perils of the Period, by Joseph Hertford, 1870. Yes, that's really the title--he was calling it "the period" while living in it.
And how to deal with it...
Hank Trent
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This is from Personals, or Perils of the Period, by Joseph Hertford, 1870. Yes, that's really the title--he was calling it "the period" while living in it.
The great amusement of corner-loafers is to leer at women... If a pretty girl happens to glance at them, they lift their eyebrows and open their eyes quite wide, with sometimes a laugh or a gentle wink. If a girl passes quite close to them, they will sometimes say:
"Hello, babie!" or "how are you, pretty!" or "day-day, sissy!"
If some unsophisticated girl should turn and smile, they would carry the insult further, and, pointing to Florence's saloon, say:
"Won't you go in and get something to eat?" Sometimes they will follow a girl and annoy her by going in front or behind her, and casting glances at her... Two of them will get very close behind a lady, or a couple of ladies, and talk very loud to each other something where they desire to be heard.
"Hello, babie!" or "how are you, pretty!" or "day-day, sissy!"
If some unsophisticated girl should turn and smile, they would carry the insult further, and, pointing to Florence's saloon, say:
"Won't you go in and get something to eat?" Sometimes they will follow a girl and annoy her by going in front or behind her, and casting glances at her... Two of them will get very close behind a lady, or a couple of ladies, and talk very loud to each other something where they desire to be heard.
Two or three weeks ago, just as the lamps were lighting, two young girls were walking along Fourteenth street from Fourth avenue over toward Fifth, and a gray-headed old man with a cane was noticed walking close behind them. By-and-by, he got a little ahead and looked around in their faces. Then they got ahead of him again, but he kept beside them, and began a significant series of "hems" and "haws" to attract their attention... one of the young ladies turned with a bright, spiteful face to him and said:
"Go away, you old wretch, with your 'hums' and your 'haws!' I should think you'd be thinking of the grave than annoying women!"
The old fellow turned off immediately up Union square.
"Go away, you old wretch, with your 'hums' and your 'haws!' I should think you'd be thinking of the grave than annoying women!"
The old fellow turned off immediately up Union square.
The other day, a handsomely-dressed girl, with a rather independent, sprightly face, was observed by the passengers to be the recipient of attentions from a respectably-attired man opposite her. He gazed at her in a manner intended to be pleasing, and then suspicious movements of his knees became apparent. Suddenly, the lady sprang up, with a face white with anger, and addressed the gentleman sitting next to her:
"Will you be kind enough to change seats with me? That man doesn't seem to have room enough for his feet, and keeps treading on my toes."
The attention of all the persons in the stage was directed to him. Some laughed, and a stern old lady cried out: "Shame! shame!"
The man said nothing, and for a minute seemed to have the intention of braving public opinion, but he kept growing redder and redder in the face, and before the stage had gone half a block he pulled the strap and got out.
"Will you be kind enough to change seats with me? That man doesn't seem to have room enough for his feet, and keeps treading on my toes."
The attention of all the persons in the stage was directed to him. Some laughed, and a stern old lady cried out: "Shame! shame!"
The man said nothing, and for a minute seemed to have the intention of braving public opinion, but he kept growing redder and redder in the face, and before the stage had gone half a block he pulled the strap and got out.
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