Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1902-01-01
SARTORIAL PLANT.
TAILoRS AGGRAVATED BY WIVES
OF THEIR CUSTOMERS.
Women Accompany Their Men Folks to
the Tailor Shops and Worry the
knights of the shears About the Fit
of Garments.

the Tailor shops and Worry the
knights of the shears About the Fit
of Garments.
The tailor's young man carefully
massaged the corners of his eyes and
smoothed out the deep creases at the
sides of his nose. I've aged ten years
in the last six months he said de-
spondently. II used to wonder why
1t was that milliners and dressmakers
all looked so weary and haggard but
l understand it now. The mystery was
explained when the women com
meneed coming here with their hus-
bands, and fathers, and brothers, to
see that their clothes fitted all right
never knew before what the real
trouble was. I'd rather make ten
suits of clothes for a womanless man
that one suit for a fellow with lot
of female relations / don't know
what has come over the gentle sex
here lately. The time was when they
had enough to do to attend to their
own wardrobe, but with the increase
of social liberties they have enlarged
their sphere of action, and have taken
to botherins the life out of us men
folks. The feminine invasion this sea-
son has been unprecedented. 1t isn't
the mere fact that their being here
disturbs me- don't mind that It
looks kind Of homelike to see them
sitting around gossiping in regular
pink tea fashion, and If they'd only
attend to their own business I'd never
put up a single kick But they are
so confounded meddlesome and irn-
pertinent. They are eternally finding
fault. Indeed that is what they come
here for-to find fault. 1t is absolute
ly impossible to please them. and
haven't doubt that when they get to
heaven they will raise row about the
fit of their robes Without being at
all irreverant, | must say that | am
tremendously sorry for celestial dress
makers. The fun of the thing is, their
husbands don't really want them here
any more than | do, but they know bet
ter than to say so. I flatter myself
that there isn't a man in town that
can turn out better fitting suit than
we make here, but you can't convince
the women so. man stands up be-
fore them for inspection, clothed In
garments that are absolutely fiawless,
both as to make and material, but
those impudent critics pinch at the
sleeves and pull at the collar, and turn
the whole suit around until 1t has no
more shape than a meal bag, and then
they stand off and look at their own
handiwork with stern disapproval.
Why, Henry they chirp, there is
positively no shape to those clothes.
They are a perfect botch. They look
like old toys stuck on scarecrow.
And the material is not first class,
either. I'm sure 1t is half cotton And
then Henry looks at me sheepishly
lieve you'll have to make few altera-
tions here. Just make note of what
Mrs. Smith says, and make changes
accordingly And about that time my
fingers fairly ache to Irvine around
Mrs. Smiths windpipe, but 1 throttle
my desire for vengeance instead, and
listen patiently to her complaints. OF
course, 1 don't make any Of the altera-
tions suggested. l don't have to, for
the suit is already perfect, but have
to pretend that make the whole suit
over, or else lose 'Henry's trade, and
can't afford to do that-espec
as almost every man that comes here
nowadays is Henry with an equally
ofIicious wife. The worst of 1t is,
my reputation suffers from this sys-
tenn of female espionage, for every one
Of them goes away and boasts of
what a hard time she had to make
me do the right thing by her husband
Only last week heard certain Mrs
Smith say to another: Isn't it ter
rible the way tailors are imposing up
on their customers nowadays? Why, I
have to go with Henry every time
he has fitting fl didn't he'd never
have rag fit to put on his back I'm
afraid I'm not particularly devout
man." concluded the tailor. with sym
pathetic solemDity, but do pray with
oil my heart that the day is not far
distant when the New York legislature
will pass bill forbidding women to
accompany their men folks on their
visits TO the tailor.r-New York Times.
Eat Baked Grasshoppers.