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Show FEMININE SACRIFICE. By Caroline Wells. Bant, bant, bant! Oh, Fashion, at thy decree; And I would that my tongue could welcome The things that taste good to me. Oh, well for the Alderman's wife, That she bravely starves to get slim; And well for the tailor maid Who runs and jumps in the gym. And the stately hips go off. ('Tis surely a wondrous feat!) But, oh, for a touch of mayonnaise! And the taste of a thing that is sweet! Bant, bant, bant! Oh, Fashion, at thy decree; But the tender grace of a rounded form Will never come back to me! Harper's Weekly. |