The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-21
THE MOYEN CRAZE
 FROM OVER SEAS
It Has Struck America and Is to Be Seen in Many
 Forms and Shapes N
MOYENAGE THE RAGE
Full and baggy
 Loose and saggy Straight up and down The talk of the town, The MOyenage gown.

., To one, familiar with the history of the medieval age-the styles and GUS toms of that period-it would seem that we of the twentieth century have taken a retrogressive step, and were walking hand and hand with Dame Spaghetti and the Macaroni sisters. /, The MoyenageA gown has come to US rom over the seas, and with a firt and f1utter of her tight-loose skirts C'arf and arf'' as 1t were) has calmly settled her fashionable and eccentric self in our midst
 And such royal welcome as she has received! She has been greeted with outstretched hands and with open arms by all. For we American women are becoming very courageous these days. Nothing seems to be too new, too ultra, or too startling as re- most conservative and generally im- mune to fad and freaks of fashion, appear to have been vaccinated and are breaking out in the weirdest, most ,bizarre creations imaginable.
 Of course, all Paris is laughing at us. Over there, they still remember that fatal crop of peach baskets which they unloaded upon us in the spring. And we, duped and gullible ones, hav- ing suffered from an acute attack of experience, have not forgotten. Will the Moyenage gown meet with the
 
 tell?
 Walking along the street the other day, I had actually to pinch myself in order to ascertain if what I saw was real or bad attack of nightmare. The thin and the stout, the lean and the fat, mincing or waddling as the case might be, in their potato sacks and flour bags-this was the grotesque sight which greeted my eyes. The fantastic panorama made, me seasick, n nd Tor l,A o1I Iox ,f shirtwaists and skirts; when a woman had some center of gravity or equili- brium-a waist line.
 The things which masquerade as Moyenage look either like skinny bean-poles or bursting sausages. Some with plating resembling a ballet girls frock about the edge, other so tight and scant that one pities the poor creatures who must travel about in them.
 True, the Moyenage gown is a thing of beauty when properly constructed and lavishly paid for. But the cheap imitation Moyenage! Oh, horrors! And one does see the latter every where. On the streets, on the L., in the subway and surface cars, on the Atlantic wooden walks, in fact wher- ever the observant eye reaches, can be seen fair feminine forms attired in the modish Moyenage from $4.98 to $7.69.
 Imagine the look of dismay and ab- horrerce on the faces of Paquin and of Drecol and what a rude jar to their artistic ternperam ents, were they to see the reflex of their art and handi- craft dragged from gilded salons to subterrar can passages-the steaming laundrH
 It certainly is shock when ones washerwoman arrives to do the family laundering, to view her burnt rose imitation linen Moyenage gown, and to listen to the rattle of its jet buttons against the washboard as she pursues her old enemy, Dirt.
 Yes, our lady of the suds must needs have her Moyenage frock, your kitchen mechanic is not satisfied unless she possesses a skirt with a. hip yoke, and She who rdispenses food at your table has no waist line about which to tie an apron.
 Mamma" said cute, little young ster recently, 'tare you going to wear your mayonnaise dress tonight?"
 One wonders just how long the ''mayonnaise'' frock will last. Every thing in moderation, you know. For, even styles and fashions are subject to healthy reaction.