ETIQUETTE OF THE NAPKIN

|IT has been stated, and very truly too, that the law of the napkin

is but vaguely understood It may be said, however, on the start, that

custom and good breeding have uttered the decree that it is in poor

taste to put the napkin in the pocket and carry it away.

The rule of etiquette is becoming more and more thoroughly established,

that the napkin should be left at the house of the host or hostess,

after dinner.

There has been a good deal of discussion, also, upon the matter of

folding the napkin after dinner, and whether it should be so disposed

of, or negligently tossed into the gravy boat. If, however, it can be

folded easily, and without attracting too much attention and prolonging

the session for several hours, it should be so arranged, and placed

beside the plate, where it may be easily found by the hostess, and

returned to her neighbor from whom she borrowed it for the occasion. If,

however, the lady of the house is not doing her own work, the napkin may

be carefully jammed into a globular wad, and fired under the table, to

convey the idea of utter recklessness and pampered abandon.

The use of the finger bowl is also a subject of much importance to the

bon ton guest who gorges himself at the expense of his friends.

The custom of drinking out of the finger bowl, though not entirely

obsolete, has been limited to the extent that good breeding does not now

permit the guest to quaff the water from his finger howl, unless he does

so prior to using it as a finger bowl.

Thus it will be seen that social customs are slowly but surely cutting

down and circumscribing the rights and privileges of the masses.

At the court of Eugenie, the customs of the table were very rigid, and

the most prominent guest of H. R. H. was liable to get the G. B. if

he spread his napkin on his lap, and cut his egg in two with a carving

knife. The custom was that the napkin should be hung on one knee, and

the egg busted at the big end and scooped out with a spoon.

A prominent American, at her table, one day, in an unguarded moment,

shattered the shell of a soft-boiled egg with his knife, and, while

prying it apart, both thumbs were erroneously jammed into the true

inwardness of the fruit with so much momentum that the juice took him in

the eye, thus blinding him and maddening him to such a degree, that

he got up and threw the remnants into the bosom of the hired man

plenipotentiary, who stood near the table, scratching his ear with a

tray. As may readily be supposed, there was a painful interim during

which it was hard to tell for five or six minutes whether the prominent

American or the hired man would come out on top; but at last the

American, with the egg in his eye, got the ear of the high-priced hired

man in among his back teeth, and the honor of our beloved flag was

vindicated.

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