The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-03-15
An anachronism, you say-

All aHacnfonlSiD, you SdyF Perhaps.
 But at any rate here's her story.
 "I'd been away for a long vacation--Pd d
 been terribly worn out and tired, and for three months I rested absolutely rested. Didn't take up a pen, didn't know there was such a thing as a telephone, didn't know people even lived. except my land ford and his wife, and had forgotten there was such a thing as style.' Of course the only way to attain that attitude is by solitude. This I had, but we are all human after all, and to get back into the rut very quickly and so as soon as I'd emerged from the place where the
 mountains wero so high they actually stabbed the clouds and tore them, and where the tinkling Of bell was not even beard, and where the sea was as vast and as deep as a dream of the future, went directly to my tailors.
 Of course all ths new spring styles had arrived.
 With touching faith and simplicity I coat to keep me warm; little skirt in which I could walk about because cannot afford to ride. A little coat with buttons on it to button into buttonholes. A little skirt in which I could sit down because-sometimes I tire of standing up.
 We all know what the small boy said when he saw giraffe-"There ain't no such animal"
 The tailor listened to my tale and gravely shook his head A tear stood in his kindly eye.
 T would like to"-he said-'T would really Ike to. You are an old customer and I am disinterestcdly attached to you, so I dare not. I cannot. It would be worth my reputation to me. They are not wearing 'em.'
 I got down on my knees. q was still in skirt in which I could do so) And took that tailor's honest, toil-worn hand:.
 Just little coat to keep me warm,' begged, "a little skirt in which I can walk about. Just one of each! Be kind!'
 He was adamant. I saw anguish and rhetoric were all useless I rose from my knees. (Still, I was in skirt in which I could do so.) What are they wearing?' I quavered. My spirit was broken. show me and I will try to wear 'em, too"
 Then the tailor was galvanizlng into life. He thrust me. before his long
 Do you see your silhouette?" he demanded. Its all wrongl' could
 not see my silhouette. Moreover to myself I looked little shabby, but very nice.
 "slouch!" he commanded. "slouchl Contract your lungs. Throw out your stomach-let down one hip! Slouch! They are slouchingw I tried to slouch. I achieved a sort of slant, an effect not unlike the cubist paint of "A Lady Coming Down Stairs"
 That is not 1t at all." sighed my tailor "You will have to study it out. you can Eali on Fifth avenue and watch how they wear them" I studied the pictures. walked on Fifth avenue. But I cannot do 1t yet. Still-there is hope. l know what must try to do. I know what Is ex- pected to me.
 l My silhouette must resemble a pyra- mid of Ice cream in the village drug store on hot day. The silhouette is attained primarily through the use of
 the corset This Is an article which
 reaches from a point one-half inch above the knee Git cannot be any long, CT or the slit in one's skirt would per-
 init it to be seen) to a point one-quar- | ter of an inch above the waist line. | Cit cannot be any higher. or the cut of one's corsage would make 1t visible. ) You will perceive its dimensions are
 practically arbitrary.
 1 And must have, on my hat, some
 thing which is very long and sticks out and is shaved except in. spots where 1t
 is bushy I do not know the name of these things. I shall havesto point to
 one when wish to buy 1t. Somehow 1 they make me think of silly poodle
 dogs, clipped to indiscretion on their
 hind legs. but with little places. as con-