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Show WHERE MARKED DOWNS GO UP. The never-ceasing interest manifested by New Yorkers in the little winds that flit about the Flatiron building is told of amusingly in the columns col-umns of' the Sun as follows: "It was a tricky demoniacal wind that lay in ' wait for its victims, blew gently while they stood in the lee of the big buildings, and then, when they trustingly ventured on the asphalt, pounced upon them, and did its worst. The weather man may tell you it blew west by north or south, but the shoppers knew that it blgw aslant and upward I from the pavement Blinded by billows of shim- j merlng blue taffeta blown Ave feet higher than its intended altitude, the victim would seek refuge on the midway platform, there to be whipped by the zephyrs at their fiercest Flounoes, with and without with-out horizontal tucks, sailed for the sky. Bvery time a dozen women grouped themselves football style and .made a rush for the other side of the street, they screamed in unison, and at each heartrending heart-rending cry the mankind of Madison Square turned to gloat. E'en when garments were induced to stay near the earth, conditions were terrible A fifty-mile gale can make a skirt stick far, far closer than a brother. Ghampagne-colored hosiery, it was to be observed, has been laid aside for the present, but there is still a considerable fancy for the open-work kind. Ordinarily, however, the black, browns and grays, opaque and warm, have the run, the best having spliced selvages. There was a remarkably complete display of French flannel and albatross stuff, but at Flatiron corner it seems to matter little whether these are augmented aug-mented by embroidery or lace, the display having so little stability and the critics so poor taste. AJ; first the gloaters hid in doorways, walked slowly to and fro' or pretended to be interested in the mechanical toys on sale at the, Fifth avenue corner. cor-ner. As their numbers grew and there were not enough nooks from which to peer in comfort, the villains llnad-tfp along the sidewalk with as much assurance as if they were paying for the privilege. privi-lege. When a calm fell upon the sea of lingerie, they gazed at the sky, but the first whiff of a renewed re-newed gale sent them rushing toward the curb for an unobscured view. 'Oh, see the escurial applique,' ap-plique,' twittered the dry-goods clerk on his way to lunch. 'If you say that again,' said the biggest cop, 'you're pinched.' Two men from Wall street, innocent of anything except a discussion of some new Industrial schemes, got in the wake of a couple cou-ple of women, who were in dire straits. 'I tell you said one of the men to the other, 'they are combinations.' 'Heavens, Minnie,' said one of the women, overhearing the Wall street remark, 'are We as badly disarranged as all that?' About 3 p. m. the police got busy with the rubbernecks They sent them about their business (if they had any) twenty to the minute. 'G'wan, now,' was the regular command; 'you can't hang around any more. You're here for nothln' good.' That was the best the gallant, chivalrous cops could do. H They could guide the damsels in distress across H the storm center and banish the wicked gloater H from his vantage point, but they could not con- H trol the tempestuous petticoat, screen the fast H black lisle from the cruel world, or subjugate the H plaited ruffle that imagined itself an airship " H IWIIIIIIIWIWMaBBWMWWaMBWWMW8MMBMIWWiWiIWimillllllllil II Jl |