The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-07-18
The Epoch Of the Legs.
By ROBERT J. BuRDETTE.
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Sisters, the pallor in the east tells
us that the herald-daily edition-of
the dawn is speeding up the slopes
of the orient; little while and the
rosy fingered hours will paint the day
red Emancipation is on its way by
Adam and Ewes express. Yea, it is
even now here, with both feet.
How do | know this? How does the
cautious prophet become dead certain
of anything? BY keeping his ewes
open, taking both papers, and wait
ing patiently until the event has
prophesied itself. That's how.
a day or two since | was trying to
bring order out of the eternal chaos
which ever rules in the Jungle Which,
] call my den, debating within my
self whether to go on with the regu-
lar order or go out and set fire to
the house, the shorter and sometimes
more profitable, and certainly under
any circumstance, least expensive
method of cleaning house A hasty
but hurried Investigation revealed
the depressing fact that my fire in
surance had lapsed some twain years
erst. | sighed and went on with tn
task of restoring semblance of or
der inside. The , omen folk sighed
twice to my once, So / was also out
sighed. Signed copies of this will be
sent on application. \ ten cent stamp
must accompany each request not
necessarily for publication, but TO
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there is absolutely no sense, there
should be some sound.
Wen, emptying a box containing
much antique literature, a large as
sortmcnt of fieet-footed spiders with
sinister countenance, and the cliff
dwellings Of a colony of irascible mud
wasps there tumbled out an old
bound volume of Godey's Lady
Book Dear old Cooley There was
the old familiar colored fashion plate
folded at the beginning of each mum
Der \ lady with head the size of
hazel nut, and q cloud compelling
bonnet as large as a clothing ham
per, with n whole conservatory OF
fabulous and highly co!ored flowers,
all in full bloom, swaIming over and
under and around it, The lady had a
mouth not quite so wide as her nose.
A long and gracefully curved necl-
trailed its siuuous length from her
head until it gradually tapered into
a pair of shoulders which sloped
downward until they lost themselves
in what was left Of the body aftal the
neck and shoulders had been formed.
From a waist not 50 large in circum-
ference as the thinnest part of tn"
neck, sWeiled a vast, wide-circling
skirt. Legs. or semblance or sug-
gestion of legs the lady hand none.
Barely visible at the front of the
skirt wee. tiny point like the YER
tex OF triangle peened timidly on.
into sight and family suggested that
the rest of a foot was concealed
somewhere behind it. There is never
any suggestion of more than one
foot. | looked at the picture, and
naturally thought of Sir John Suck
ling's "Ballad Upon a Wedding"-
Her feet beneath her pettcoat.
Like little mice stole in and out,
As If they feared the light"
Although | want you distinctly %
understand that nothing so coarse or
vulgar as petticoat went with that
sort of a fashion plate. No, stree
ma'am. We didn't wear such things
in those modest days. Not mothers
son of US.
Wen. lifting mine eyes from tina
fashion plate of long ago, and look
ing out of my window upon "Anno
Domin 1901" automobiling, and gal
Looping, and striding, aud driving, and
tallyhoing past, the prophetic vision
came upon me. | heard the deep,
rotuud chest tone of woman--none of
your weak, piping, masculine falsetto
calling out of to-day into the depths
of tomorrow, that woman is free
free-fer-ree! Emancipated all the
way. Ay, from the ground up Tha'
is where she has begun. At the
ground With her understanding.
1t is the epoch of Ices The ballet
girl may put on her longest dress with
the most sweeping train. She is nc
good. She is in evidence-and very
eXpensiyely-an hour or two every
evening in the season, maybe. But
the beginning of the century woman
cavorts all day long, and it doesn't
cost cent to see her take her pedals
out for an airing.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice stole IN and out
Oh, they did did they? Well, back
in the bleak, desolate days, when she
was the sul-lave of the tyrant man,
maybe they did. But they don't steal
out now. Steal in and out, hey?
They come charging out like pair
of reciprocal cuirassiers, clad In good
stout leather, with soleS as thick as a
Philadelphia pie, and they leave
track in the dust like a snowshoe.
"As if they feared the light" Fear
nothingl Light? Bless your simple
soul. son, when she puts on her fat