The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-09-05
Something New In Bathing Suits.

Ardmore is not a seacoast town
1t is not even river town, con-
sequently the supply OF bathing par
aphernalia carried by the local hab-
erdasher.es is somewhat limited both
in quantity and multiplicity Of styles.
A few days ago a party OF young
folks, chaperoned by few staid mar
RED couples, arranged for "a three
days outing upon the banks OF the
seething Washta Reports had con
veyed the information that there was
an abundance of water in the Wash
ita and that all who wished to flirt
with Neptune in his native element
might do so provided they first out
fitted themselves with short sleeved
Jackets, and shorter unmentlonables.
Immediately upon receiving this in
formation there was a run upon the
stocks of bathing suits carried by
our different dealers in gents and
ladies' furnishings.
Selections were made off hand.
The majority of those attending the
impromptu sale of bathing finery
had to take the word of the dealer
as to whether or not the garments
rendered were strictly au fat. Not
so one newly added member to the
young citizenship of Ardmore. This
new member of Ardmore society
| is a native of the crag bound lan0s
of Norway. Born and reared with n
sound of old oceans roar, this gen.
tleman has shaken hands with the
mighty god. Neptune, ever since boy
! hood Descended from a long line
of Viking ancestors the gentleman
knew Just what should be worn at
water fete. No immodesty in the
matter of raiment was to be toler-
ated. With disdainful sniff he
passed up the decollette cut upper
garment and the high cut articles for
lower wear and called for something
suitable to wear elsewhere than at
a social function. In vain the sales
lady protested that the paraphernalia
shown him was the latest out-in
vain ladies who had sojourned for
the summer season at swell watering
places assured him that the gar
ments were according to Hoyle and
that in them he would look too cute
for anything Visions of the styles
worn in years gone by when he had
sported in the surf off the shores OF
dear old Norway danced before h S
minds eye. He knew what he want ,
ed. Barred shoulders and Dosoms
and bleating calves might do for
some, but for him-never.
Starting to leave the store where
he had sought in vain for the gar
ments wanted, his eyes fell upon
two-piece bathing suit reposing in
the show window. INSPECTION follow
ed. Eureka! The styles from across
the turbulent Atlantic had found
their way into this far western land.
Here was the bathing suit he long
had sought. Long sleeved jacket
with slashed cuffs and front but
toned up to the chin. An elegant
garment truly, with great frogs and
loops the entire length from neck
to far below the waist line. And
pants too-long ones to cover
shrinking, modest shins. Pants to
button in a decorous fashion-pants
with outside seam of leg adorned
with filagree work. The whole suit
was dream of the designers art
here hireling of a dry goods dis
pensary, here is the bathing costume
| long have sought and finding il
not, have mourned."
Twas all in vain that the sales
lady with crimson cheeks assured
the son of Norway that the gar
ments upon which his taste and fan
cy had fastened were gentlemen's
wearing apparel for the bedroom
only. "Paiamas, nothing. 'Tis
bathing suit, brought across leagues
and leagues of rolling waters and
miles and miles of undulating prai-
ries. Call a rose by any name, etc,