New York Girls Seek a Nice Creepy Feeling

New York Girls Seek a Nice Creepy Feeling.

When a woman adopts a fad, says the New York World, she enters right into the spirit of the thing and it becomes almost a mania with her for the time being.

Generally the pretty little whim appears [sic] to her artistic nature or is something so ultra-fashionable that it delights her very soul.

The latest and most erratic fad which has numerous devotees in this city is that set in vogue by a popular young lady, who certainly possesses a strong “creepy” vein in her composition.  Nothing so delights this eccentric creature as to gaze for hours upon bodies in the Morgue.

A theatre party with a lunch at Delmonico’s has no charm for her compared with the inexpressible joy attendant upon a visit to the Morgue.

At all hours of the day she can be found at this uncanny spot.

The other day this same artistic woman purchased a Kodak, which is now her constant companion as she gayly wends her way towards the Morgue.

She takes pictures, sometimes singly, sometimes in groups.

These photographs are not wasted by any means, for they are used in a decorative manner. Many of them are elaborately framed and occupy conspicuous positions in her boudoir. Among the odd things which are used to furnish this elegant apartment is a coffin. It now stands in one corner and acts as a cabinet. Small shelves have been fitted in, upon which rests certain relics very dear to the owner. They include such articles as a piece of silk, all that now remains of some fair woman’s shroud, a set of teeth elaborately filled with gold, a lock of hair and a wedding ring. It need hardly be added that her room is not the most cheerful place one could enter.

Nothing can be conceived which is more incongruous than a little banner hanging in her room upon which are written the words, “sleep sweetly within this quiet room oh, thou, whoe’er thou art.”

One eminent physician, who is in possession of the above facts, said that he considered it a mild form of insanity: “Yet,” said he, “eccentricity is rather the better word to use in describing this latest craze.”

Whatever it may be termed the interesting fact remains that the “fad” has many adherents among women, who pronounce it “awfully sweet.”

From the collection of  The Comtesse DeSpair
1891 Morbid Scrapbook

A Lunatic’s Freak

A LUNATIC’S FREAK.


ATTEMPTING TO SACRIFICE HERSELF SHE NEARLY BURNS AN ALMSHOUSE.

PORTSMOUTH, N. H., Aug. 1.The city almshouse came near being burned about 3 o’clock this morning. It appears that a partially insane inmate named Isette Spiuney, aged about 68, took her feather bed, with all her clothing but one dress, together with a quantity of kindilings [sic], piled them on a chair in the corner of her room, and then set fire to them. The smoke awoke a sleeper in the apartment above, and when Overseer Shannon and his assistants burst into the room the flames had gained considerable headway. The woman was in a nude state, being badly burned about the stomach, chest, head and arms, and nearly suffocated. A delay of a few seconds more would have killed her. A detail of men was employed with buckets of water to quench the flames. which was accomplished only after the apartment had been badly scorched. On questioning the woman as to the cause for the act, she stated that as Christ was crucified, the spirits had prompted her to self-cremation, that being, she insisted, her intention when she set the fire. It was a narrow escape for the inmates of the almshouse, of whom there are many. 

From the Collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
The 1879 Morbid Scrapbook