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Show THE SPORT SHIRT "I think," said the street car conductor to the motorman, after he had turned the trolley at the end of the line and sunk Into one of the seats to snatch a. few moments' rest before starting the return re-turn trip to the transfer station, "I think I'll get me one of these here 'sport shirts' the young fellers fel-lers are beginning to wear." "Well, I'll tell you," replied the motorman, "you'd better take it out in thinking either that or get the old man to transfer you to some other car than mine, else the company will likely have to buy me a new switch stick, and you'll have to buy one of these silver plates they graft into a guy's bean when his skull's been all mashed up so bad they can't fix it no other way." "You don't like 'em?" said the conductor, with a rising inflection. "Yes, I like 'em. I like 'em like Kitchener likes the kaiser. Do you know, I think the patriotic pa-triotic citizens of the town ought to sprinkle insect in-sect powder on all the bugs they see wearing them things. But they wouldn't have tovdo that if the police would enforce the law against men wearing wear-ing female duds on the street." "But I was going to a party tomorrow night and wanted to sorter dress up," came back the fare-grabber, somewhat abashed by the violence of the other's speech. "Dress up? Say, you must get your ideas of dressing up outer the Police Gazette. If you think one of them Willie-boy things is what you ought to wear to a party, I reckon you'd wear a sweater and cap to a wedding, or go in swimming swim-ming in a dress suit. If there's any one thing they alnt', it's dressed up. More'n that, they're a whole lot undressed down. To my way of thinking, think-ing, a guy that would drape hisself up in one of them sport shirts is the khid of a mutt that would spit on his hands with a medicine dropper. "What I can't get through my noodle is why these here squirts want to wear 'em. It ain't comfort com-fort they're after they could get that In a decent, soft-collared shirt. Do you reckon they think the citizens want to get a free and uncensored view of their manly breastbones or watch their Adam's apples giving a correct imitation of a monkey on a string? If they do, I'd like to let 'em know that I'm one of the public they've got sized up all wrong. "You mark my word, if this thing keeps up, next thing you know all the gents' furnishing stores will have to start to selling face powder and lace-trimmed hundkerchiefs to keep step with (Continued on page 12.) THE SPORT SHIRT (Continued from Page 9,) the half-baked young jelly beans that are trying to steal the women's shirt-waists." "Well, you can knock 'em if you want to," said the conductor, "and, looking at your neck, I don't wonder that you do but they sure make a guy look mighty sporty." "Forget it," growled the motorman. "Just get this through your bean: Wearing a sport shirt won't make a sport out of a rummy no more than wearing a Leghorn hat will make a chicken out I of an old maid. Ring the bell and let's go to town. Here comes a saphead with one of them "''- things on, and I don't want to have to ride to town ; v on the eamo car with him." Nashville Commercial Commer-cial Club Tattler. |