There was an entertainment at Laramie a few evenings ago, at which
the guests appeared in such costumes as their taste suggested. The
following will give some idea of the occasion:
Mr. Nye wore a Prince Albert coat with tails caught back with red
jeans, and home made sunflowers. He also wore a pair of velvet knee
breeches, which, during the evening, in an unguarded moment, split up
the side about nine feet. This, together with the fact that one of
his long black stockings got caught on the top of a window cornice,
tearing a small hole in it, letting out the saw-dust and baled hay
with which he was made up, seemed to cast a gloom over the countenance
of this particular guest. With one large voluptuous calf, and the
other considerably attenuated, Mr. Nye seemed more or less embarrassed.