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Show A Plea. At the season's hats I shall not rail, Nor call them grotesque nor strange; My optimism shall still prevail, Next seasons the styles may change. I do not mind fifteen j-ards of lace, Twelve feathers, and one big wreath; But, oh, I dread to see the face That perhaps may be hid beneath! I've seen brave hats of a noble size, " That rested on shoulders square, And I hoped the wearer had rougish eyes, And curly golden hair. And when I looked well, never mind that! But this boon I would fain beseech: Pray, Fashion, ordain that the peach-basket peach-basket hat Shall only be worn by a peach! Carolyn Wells in Harper's. |