The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-03-23

nothing! Light? Bless your simple
soul, son, when she puts on her fiat
bottomed shoes and bestrides her
| spinning wheel after dark she lights
a lantern and hangs ii on the wheel
that she may see and be seen. Fear
the light, quotha! Ay, marry come
up. Turn the calcium on me please.
why, this era of the legs will lone
be remembered in history. Does my
lady care to waltz? Not particularly.
| She has learned that man is not 4
necessity in a ballroom. She can do
the skirt dance or wriggle through.
the bewildering mazes of the serpen-
tine much better without partner.
The little girls on the street who
dance to the lascivious pleasing of
the tinkling street piano kick their
way to and fro, from wall to curb, in
many fantastic and far reaching
caper. The dancing master can give
the patient but sudden mule points
in the zebra-legged ones own special
| ty. And if the dancing master of to-
day could drop into a minuet of your
grandmothcr's time he would produce
much the same effect which nissan
thropic hornet does when he volun-
tarily takes part in the closing exer-
cises of camp meeting
Does my lady sit down for a little
light conversation? She languidly
| sinks, with most sinuous Delsartcan
grace, upon sofa carrying deck
load of cushions, and displays
straightway an expanse of slippered
foot, clicked ankle and adjacent anat-
omy that makes a bashful man so
nervous he instinctively hides his own
feet under his chair and forgets what
he was going to say. She rides to
the hounds-or is it 'awfter the
Gums ?"-with display of legs that
makes the long-limbed dog take sec
ond place, although he had two to
her one to begin with, and you would
naturally suppose she started out
heavily handicapped. And as though
leg. was the soul of the animate uni
verse, last summer the equestrian
woman had fad of having her sad
dler's legs clipped; just his legs;
which, contrasting sharply in color
with his silky body, gave the poor
brute the aspect of having his trousers
rolled up, like wading boy.
Legs? They are what the cause of
emancipated woman stands upon.
When the short walking dress ceased
to be novelty, she put on the di-
vided skirt and rode straddle. You
can see her, here and there, in the
land, ambling along the avenue like
a heavily draped clothspin, while that
noble animal, the horse, which she
bestrides, plainly intimates to the
spectators that it isn't his fault, and
that he greatly regrets having left
his binders at home on the coach
harness. The divided skirt was fairly
knocked out by the golf costume.
which was easily shortened for basket
ball, until at last she laid hands upon
the knickerbockers, which had been
the monopoly of masculine youth, put
| them on and straddled her bike like
little man. And out in Chicago she
put side pockets in them, wore them
to school, and taught the young idea
how to shoot and walk, until the
school board, so sensitive and con-
sentative are the men of the wild and
woolly west, sternly babe her put on
her ulster or take off her knicker-
bockers. She put on the ulster.
But what's the use of talking?
Brother man, we may as well submit
gracefully. We have lost the distin-
gushing garment of our sex. But it
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fathers before us, and we after them,
have made bitter and sarcastic sport
of woman's gear, no matter how often
or how she radically changed it. She
has never yet been able to please
capricious man. Man, who wears a
sheet-iron collar, cast-steel cuffs, an
infiexible breastplate on his shirt, and
stovepipe hat as graceful end com
Portable as a section of pump log,
and then makes fun of woman's most
ill-considered and uncomfortable dress.
We proved again and again, by her
very dress, her mental and physical
inferiority to man, and her utter in
capacity for doing mans work in the
world. Again and again, not for one
or two years, but for generations, we
urged her to adopt the very dress she
is now beginning to wear. And now
that she puts it on we kick harder
than ever. Brethren, 1t does no good.
For now, behold you, she can kick
back. That is the gall of it. We have
foolishly let the genius out of her
bottle, and she isn't all smoke, after
all. She is "onto u.s." 1t is not de-
MED that she smokes cigarettes. Not
under the rose, but whenever and
wherever she sees fit. It is whispered,
in large, clear print, that she tipples
more than her grandmother did. 1t
is in evidence that when the governor
Of New York tainted on decoration
day, in all the crowd of both sexes
on the reviewing stands, the govern
ors of neither of the Carolinas being
present, the only pocket pistol to be
found was in the pocket of young
lady, and It was loaded to the muzzle
with good old brandy of the "drinker-
down" brand. And it wasn't in one
of the hidden pockets which last
years woman carried concealed on
her person, either. Because IL was
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