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Show CHARGE OF THE SKIRT BRIGADE. From Judge Half an inch, half an inch, Half an inch shorter! Whether the skirts are for Mother or daughter! Briefer the dresses grow, Fuller the ripples flow, While whisking glimpses show More than they oughter! Forward the dress parade! Is there a man dismayed? Xo! from the sight displayed None could be sundered! Their's not a make remark; Clergyman, clubman, clerk Gaping from noon till dark At the Four hundred. Short skirts to right of them! Shorter to left of them! Shortest in front of them, Flaunted and flirted! In hose of stripe and plaid, -Hued most exceeding glad, Sporting in spats run mad. Come the short-skirted! Flashed all their ankles there; Flashed as they turned in air! What will not women dare? (Though the exhibits show Some of them blundered!) All sorts and types of pegs Broomsticks, piano legs; Here and there fairy shapes, Just built to walk on eggs, Come by the hundreds! When can their glory fade? Oh, the wild show they made! All the world wondered. Grande dame and demoiselle, Shop girl and Bowery belle Four Hundred ? H'm oh. well. Any old hundred. |
