The Southern herald., 1915-01-08

: possibilities haven't WOTheu. my |
: land! 1 could write book on the
> decline and fall of the petticoat, be-
, ginning with the billowy white mus
| lin variety, and working up to the
present slinky messaline affair. When
3 | think of those dear days of the
) glorious-er-past, when the hired girl
used to complain and threaten to
3 leave because every woman in the
l family had at least three rufled, en-
2 broidery-founced white muslin petit
? coats on the line on Mondays"
r The lines about T. A. Bucks mouth
Z relaxed into grim smile,
) Remember that feature you got
: them to run in the Sunday Sphere?
t The one headed Are Skirts Growing
Fuller, and Where?"
!. do l remember it," walled Emma
McChesney. And can ever forget
{ the money we put into that fringed
4 model we called the Carmencita! We
t made it up so it could retail for a
t dollar ninety-fye, and | could have
@ sworn that the women would MAIN
each other to get to it. But it didn't
|, go. They won't even wear fringe
d around their ankles"
T. AS grim smile stretched into
u reminiscent grin. But nothing in our
Q whole hopeless campaign could touch
your Municipal Purity league agita-
|. tion for the abolition Of the form
d hugging skirt You talked public NOR
e. ais until you had A. Comstock and
IS Lucy Page CASTOR looking like Pari-
t sian apaches.'
A little laugh rippled up to Emma
S. McChesneys lips only to die away to
% sigh. She shook her head in sorrow
l. full remembrance.
e. "Yes. But what good did it do?
IS The newspapers and magazines did
take it up, but what happened? The
dressmakers and tailors, who are
A. charging more than ever for their
le work, and putting in half as much ma
Ut terial, got together and knocked my
N plans into cooked hat"
d, They were both laughing now, like
is a couple of children. "And, oh, say!"
ty gasped Emma, remember Moe Sc
at lig of the Fine-Form Skirt company
a trying to get the doctors to state that
hobble skirts were making women
knock-kneed! Oh, mercy!"
- But their laugh ended in little
,r- rueful silence. 1t was no laughing
IN matter, this situation. T. A. Bucl
,u shrugged his shoulders, and began {
restless pacing up and down. "Yep
rs. There you are. Meanwhile"
to Meanwhile, women are still wear
er ing EN- tight, and going petticoat
less"
nd Suddenly T. A. stopped short in hi
Ks pacing and fastened his surprised ant
ge interested gaze on the skirt of tn
of trim and correct little business frocl
rt- that sat SO we'll upon Emma McChef
ney's pretty figure.
Ike "Why look at that!" he exclaimed
ng. and pointed with one eager finger.
ear Mercy" screamed Emma McChei
md ney. What is it? Quick! A mouse?
We T. A. Buck shook his head, impi
rec tiently. "Mousel Lord, no! Plaits!
"Plaits"
rae She looked down, bewildered.
Eyes. In your skirt Three plat
at the front left, and three in tn
back. That's new, isn't it? If out'
she skirts are being made fuller, then
he'd follows"
int 1T ought to follow" interrupted Ell
stti- ma McChesney, but it doesn't.
d. lags way behind. These plaits al
dis stitched down. See? That's Il
/" fiendishness of it. And the pettico
ster underneath-if there is one-must
did just as smooth, and unwrinhed, al
Nc scant as ever. Don't let 'em fool you
kirt Buck spread his palms with lit
and gesture of utter futility.
I'm through. Out with yo
etti- scheme. We're ready for it, It's o
ma last card, whatever it is"
lade There was visible on Emma McCht
ney's face that little tightening Of t
coat muscles, that narrowing Of the eyeli
beL WHICH DelOkSub lulou6o OaAASSIhO
hon Not now. Just because it's G
l." last card l want to be sure that
wear playing 1t we'll. I'll be ready for y
the tomorrow morning in my office. Co
prepared for the jolt of your you
A. life"
Iome For the first time since the beg
ming Of the conversation a glow Of n
List courage and hope lighted up T.
kirts Bucks goodlooking features.
eight fine eyes rested admiringly upon Z
from ma McChesney standing there by
five great show case. She seemed to
from diate energy, alertness, confidence
IS to when you begin to talk like this
fifty he said, 'I always feel as thougl
used could take hold in way to mi
even those famous jobs that Hercu
tackled look like little Willies cho
I'VE after school"
prob 'Fine!" beamed Emma McChesn
D sell Just store that up, will you? 4
profit don't let it filter out at your fin
three tips when / begin to talk tomorro
The little scarlet leather clock
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