The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1884-06-26
The NObler Sex.

"'Tis holy sport to be little vain,'
md where is the man who wholly es-
capes it, in spite of the imputations Of
ages that vanity is strictly feminine
weakness? Speak of woman's being
unable to pass mirror with downcast
eyes! Did you ever watch man? The
difference is only between the two
methods of looking, though it must be
owned that the masculine manner is
franker than the feminine. A woman,
if not actually engaged at her toilette,
coquettes with the mirror. She peeps
from under her lashes, then pats hei
wuvy hair and peeps again. She touches
lightly the lace at her throat, casts an
other side-long glance and allows
small smile to bring her dimplcs into
view; being thus reminded of her dim
pies she laughs at nothing, and re-
freshes herself with one more private
view; adj this supposing, of course,
that she is not alone in the room. A
man, on the contrary. generally march
es squarely up to the glass and gazes
at his reflection with open and honest
admiration. He may be plain; he may
be even ugly, but he does not know it;
every man is at heart an Adonis. He
surveys himself for whole minute
with unqualified and naive approval.
Then he sits down, looking unusually
amiablc. Probably in little while he
rises and openly visits tho mirror
again.
The great and dircful changes which
have taken place in masculine attire
since the days when great Anna some
times counsel took, and sometimes tea,
ere probably sorely regretted by most
men, if they would honestly confess it.
Nowadays nobody says: "Even a tailor
called me in his shop and showed me
silks" He may call him in. to be sure,
but he will show him cheyiots, doeskins
and broadcloths. Even the license in
cravats--and what a throng of creations
lords will block the walk before gor-
geously arranged window of cravats
and gay silk Observation-Disclosures be
used with extreme caution, for after all
in spite of passing fashion, nothing is
ever in such taste rs black silk for day
time and pure white lawn for evening
wear. There is really no outlet for a
mans love of color, save in his robe de
chamadre, which ought never to be seen
outside his dressing room. Tableaux.
theatricals and fancy parties afford op-
portunities, indeed. for brief revelling
in rich colors and fabrics, and how
most men enjoy these chances.
Hostesses may complain that the
men will not attend their costume par
ties, but, bless you, it is not that they
object to the dressing, it is only that
the creatures are too lazy. just let
too-amiable lady friend says, 'I'll see
to your costume If you'll CO." and see
how quickly he will consent, He Is
really too lazy to learn his part in the
play; still he'll do it, and come to some
of the rehearsals and appear in high
feather on the night of presentation, if
the young women have only offered to
take charge of his costumes. And how
he does in his inmost soul enjoy that
dark blue velvet jacket with its silver
buttons! What unaffected admiration
is in his glance as he adjusts his plumed
lat at the mirror and settles the dag
ger in his crimson sash. 1t is true 10
slares he feels like an idiot, " and that
you are making a guy of fellow"
but, all the same, he likes it immense
ly, and if he were really honest he
would tell you SO. Man is a conven-
tional being and perforce must follow
the fashions of his fellows, but it is
probable that very few leave the muse
um after the performance of that most
charming of all comedies, "The School
for Scandal" without heartfelt sigh
for the loss of Teacup Times, when
men were dressed, not merely covered,
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