CHAPTER VIII

PECULIARITIES AND MANNERISMS

One finds it difficult to learn the language fluently because of a

peculiar second language called "slang," which is in use even among the

fashionable classes. I despair of conveying any clear idea of it, as we

have no exact equivalent. As near as I can judge, it is first composed

by professional actors on the stage. Some funny remark being constantly

repeated, as a part of a taking song, becomes slang, conveying a certain

meaning, and is at once adopted by the people, especially by a class who

pose as leaders in all towns, but who are not exactly the best, but

charming imitations of the best, we may say. To illustrate this

"jargon," I took a drive with a young lady at Manchester--a seaside

resort. Her father was a man of good family, an official, and she was an

attendant at a fashionable school. The following occurred in the

conversation. Her slang is italicized:

Heathen Chinee: "It is very dull this week, Miss ----."

Young lady, sententiously: "_Bum._"

Heathen Chinee: "I hope it will be less bum soon."

Young lady: "_It's all off with me all right_, if it don't change soon,

_and don't you forget it_!"

Heathen Chinee: "I wish I could do something."

Young lady: "Well, you'll have to _get a move on you_, as I go back to

school to-morrow; then there'll be _something doing_."

Heathen Chinee: "Have you seen ---- lately?"

Young lady: "Yes, and isn't he _a peach_? Ah, he's a _peacharina_, and

_don't you forget it_!"

Young lady (passing a friend): "_Ah, there_! why _so toppy_? _Nay, nay,

Pauline_," this in reply to remarks from a friend; then turning to me,

"Isn't she a _jim dandy_? _Say_, have you any girls in China that can

_top_ her?"

These are only a few of the slang expressions which occur to me. They

are countless and endless. Such a girl in meeting a friend, instead of

saying good-morning, says, "_Ah, there_," which is the slang for this

salutation. If she wished to express a difference of opinion with you

she would say, "_Oh, come off._" This girl would probably outgrow this

if she moved in the very best circle, but the shop-girl of a common type

lives in a whirl of slang; it becomes second nature, while the young men

of all classes seem to use nothing else, and we often see the jargon of

the lowest class used by some of the best people. There has been

compiled a dictionary of slang; books are written on it, and an adept,

say a "rough" or "hoodlum," it is said can carry on a conversation with

nothing else. Thus, "Hi, cully, what's on?" to which comes in answer,

"Hunki dori." All this means that a man has said, "How do you do, how

are you, and what are you doing?" and thus learned in reply that

everything is all right. A number of gentlemen were posing for a lady

before a camera. "Have you finished?" asked one. "Yes, _it's all off_,"

was the reply, "and _a peach_, I think." It is unnecessary to say that

among really refined people this slang is never heard, and would be

considered a gross solecism, which gives me an opportunity to repeat

that the really cultivated Americans, and they are many, are among the

most delightful and charming of people.

They have strange habits, these Americans. The men chew tobacco,

especially in the South, and in Virginia I have seen men spitting five

or six feet, evidently taking pride in their skill in striking a

"cuspidore." In every hotel, office, or public place are

cuspidores--which become targets for these chewers. This is a national

habit, extraordinary in so enlightened a people. So ridiculous has it

made the Americans, so much has been written about it by such visitors

as Charles Dickens, that the State governments have determined to take

up the "spitting" question, and now there is a fine of from $10 to $100

for any one spitting in a car or on a hotel floor. Nearly all the

"up-to-date" towns have passed anti-spitting laws. Up to this time, or

even during my college days in America, this habit made walking on the

sidewalk a most disagreeable function, and the interior of cars was a

horror. Is not this remarkable in a people who claim so much? In the

South certain white men and women chew snuff--a gross habit.

In the North they also have a strange custom, called chewing gum. This

gum is the exudation from certain trees, and is manufactured into plates

and sold in an attractive form, merely to chew like tobacco, and young

and old may be seen chewing with great velocity. The children forget

themselves and chew with great force, their jaws working like those of a

cow chewing her cud, only more rapidly; and to see a party of three or

four chewing frantically is one of the "sights" in America, which

astonishes the Heathen Chinee and convinces him that, in the slang of

the country, "_there are others_" who are peculiar. There are many

manufactories of this stuff, which is harmless, though such constant

chewing can but affect the size of the muscles of the jaw if the theory

of evolution is to be believed; at least there will be no atrophy of

these parts.

In New England, the northeastern portion of the country, this habit

appeared to be more prevalent, and I asked several scientific persons if

they had made any attempt to trace the history of the habit or to find

anything to attribute it to. One learned man told me that he had made a

special study of the habit, and believed that it was merely the modern

expression in human beings of the cud chewing of ruminating mammals, as

cows, goats, etc. In a word, the gum-chewing Americans are trying to

chew their cud as did their ancestors. Any habit like this is seized

upon by manufacturers for their personal profit, and every expedient is

employed to induce people to chew. The gum is mixed with perfumes, and

sold as a breath purifier; others mix it with pepsin, to aid the

digestion; some with something else, which is sold on ships and

excursion-boats as a cure or preventive for seasickness, all of which

finds a large sale among the credulous Americans, who by a clever leader

can be made to take up any fad or habit.

The Americans have a peculiar habit of "treating"; that is, one of a

party will "treat" or buy a certain article and distribute it

gratuitously to one or ten people. A young lady may treat her friends to

gum, ice-cream, soda-water, or to a theater party. A matron may treat

her friends to "high-balls" or cocktails at the club. The man confines

his "treats" to drinks and cigars. Thus five or six Americans may meet

in a club or barroom for the sale of liquors. One says, "Come up and

have something;" or "What will you have, gentlemen; this is on me;" or

in some places the treater says, "Let's liquor," and all step up, the

drinks are dispensed, and the treater pays. You might suppose that he

was deserving of some encomium, but not at all; he expects that the

others will take their turn in treating, or at least this is the

assumption; and if the party is engaged in social conversation each in

turn will "treat," the others taking what they wish to drink or smoke.

There is a code of etiquette regarding the treat. Thus, unless you are

invited, it would be bad form among gentlemen to order wine when invited

to drink unless the "treater" asks you to have wine; he means a drink of

whisky, brandy, or a mixed drink, or you may take soda or a cigar, or

you may refuse. It is a gross solecism to accept a cigar and put it in

your pocket; you should not take it unless you smoke it on the spot.

Drinking to excess is frowned upon by all classes, and a drunkard is

avoided and despised; but the amount an American will drink in a day is

astonishing. A really delightful man told me that he did not drink much,

and this was his daily experience: before breakfast a champagne

cocktail; two or three drinks during the forenoon; a pint of white or

red wine at lunch; two or three cocktails in the afternoon; a cocktail

at dinner, with two glasses of wine; and in the evening at the club

several drinks before bedtime! This man was never drunk, and never

_appeared_ to be under the influence of liquor, yet he was in reality

never actually sober; and he is a type of a large number in the great

cities who constitute what is termed the "man about town."

The Americans are not a wine-drinking people. Whisky, and of a very

excellent quality, is the national drink, while vast quantities of beer

are consumed, though they make the finest red and white wines. All the

grog-shops are licensed by the Government and State--that is, made to

pay a tax; but in the country there is a political party, the

Prohibitionists, who would drive out all wine and liquor. These, working

with the conservative people, often succeed in preventing saloons from

opening in certain towns; but in large cities there are from one to two

saloons to the block in the districts where they are allowed.

Taking everything into consideration, I think the Americans a temperate

people. They organize in a thousand directions to fight drinking and

other vices, and millions of dollars are expended yearly in this

direction. A peculiar quality about the American humor is that they joke

about the most serious things. In fact, drink and drinking afford

thousands of stories, the point of which is often very obscure to an

alien. Here is one, told to illustrate the cleverness of a drinker. He

walked into a bar and ordered a "tin-roof cocktail." The barkeeper was

nonplussed, and asked what a tin-roof cocktail was. "Why, it's on the

house." I leave you to figure it out, but the barkeeper paid the bill.

The ingenuity of the Americans is shown in their mixed drinks. They have

cocktails, high-balls, ponies, straights, fizzes, and many other drinks.

Books are written on the subject. I have seen a book devoted entirely to

cocktails. Certain papers offer prizes for the invention of new drinks.

I have told you that, all in all, America is a temperate country,

especially when its composite character is considered; yet if the nation

has a curse, a great moral drawback, it is the habit of drinking at the

public bar.

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