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Show HELD "IN SLAVERY ALU MANKIND SUDJECT TO TY-RANNY TY-RANNY OF FA3HI0N. Impossible In This Day and Generation Genera-tion to Diets as Ons Plcaies Tho Detpalrlng Cry of One Woman. ('lathe ftn I nil their llttlo ncccs-soiios ncccs-soiios are without iloubt tho Invciitlun of Hio devil, hi.vh .lohu l.nnu In the roiulghtly llovlow. Thu other ilay 1 va nt n gudcn party, and there I jc lixol, :i3 perhaps nuvur buforc, tho tipl iilllug nature of tho top Int. In It viu ono nccoptH It us ono duel mo-toi mo-toi ci.i.iltu3es mid traction canines, hut when It meanders turning tiees ttnd docs thu pollto with vlnpp Icoa ntiit lea that spills iU way to Us destination des-tination one'3 soul files out nenlust It. Tho Achilles heel of n liuiii la his hut Ho must gtiaid that us ho does his reputation, for It Is at ouco his Btrungth and his weakness. It would hint im aichhlshnp less In thu eyes of tho public lo commit a crime than to wear his hat on tho hack of his sacicd head. It Is thu aim of all human creatines lo look nllkc. If It wero not so each would ill ess us ho pleased. As It Is wo upend half our llfo tryltitf to look llko eveiybody else. To bo conspicuous Is nenily a crime, mid for this ioiibuh wo so fiantlcally puroiio thu fashions. Kvo Is piohahly tho only woman on record who could dress Just ns she pleased, and for that luuson sho Is tho only woman wo know of slnto tho world begun who had lelsutc lo cultivate culti-vate her mind. To think of tho amount of tlmo n woman wastes on her clothes! Why, If mon wero to spend as much tlmo at their tailors or buying their iiecltic3 tho world's work would never bo done. When ono looks hack on one's llfo one's fumlnlno llfo It Is melancholy to rcallzo how much of onu's troubles are owing to ouo's clothes, I remember the despairing; cry of a woman looking hopelessly through her waidiobo: "I should huvo been a better bet-ter woman If I had been horn with feathers!" How well I Know Just what sho meant! Sho wns examining disconsolately a shabby white satin diusE thu kind of satin that hetiays Its plehlan cotton oilglu. "I wish I woro a guinea lieu with respectable speckled feathers!" sho cried, aa she gave a discouraged slum to tho wardrobe ward-robe door. "Then I wouldn't uso up three-quartors of my Intellect getting get-ting tho wrong things cheap!" Sunday clothes nro tho inost tyrannical tyran-nical In tho world. It takes a heroic woman to go to church In anything hut her bust. Subconsciousness Is thu precious faoulty bestowed on a privileged privi-leged few of hearing tho sormon and at tho same tlmo studIng hats. I havo known n tullo dress tho sweetest sweet-est anil most innocent looking thing In thu world to go put on an Icy cold wlntor nlnht would go, you know! mid kill tho girl Inside. I assure those fumlnlno pioneers who clamor for their rights that above, everything elso they should demand equality of pockets. Try to Imaglno a man doing his errands with a purse, handkerchief and shopping list in ono hand, and the tall of his skirt In tho other, his umbrella under ono arm, mcnnwhllo making an effort to kcop his head clear for business problems, and at tho samo tlmo keeping a wary oyo out for motors. Ho couldn't do It! If tho worthy ladles who havo so much enthusiasm, and who will Interrupt our great oratorn while they nro busy being eloquent would only demand a law lequlrlng every woman to havo 1C pockets whnt a splendid Hurvlco they would do their bothered sox. Unco 1 met a man who was lured fioni tho Joys of 1'iccadll'ly, Just as ho stood In fiock coat and top hat, to a rural retreat, five miles from n railway rail-way station, "doodby," ho said, In an Impolite hurst of ruptme ''I fear my soul has not been In haimony with nature. na-ture. "Don't blanio your soul," I said as wu shook hands; "jour soul wns all right, but you hud on tho wrong hat." |