The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-09-21
ANDREW AND lMOGENE
By ROE EULkERsoN

Now, tell mo the honest truth. An drew cautioned Imogene as she turned slowly arouud in front of him "I don't
 want you to simply compliment me: want you to tell me exactly what you
 think of the new dress,
 We'll said Andrew. q ain't crazy
 about it. Ii is not the sort of dress that would get p in the middle of tho night and roba house fer I don't like
 the way she is gathered up there in the top sail. There's lot of waste material there that could have been put in the lower part so you could step farther '' Why. it's the very latest style" pro. 1 tested Imogene. Madam Gish says that
 no one in town has one like ur' l That what the matter with you wom-
 en and your clothesl' exclaimed Andrew { Tt doesn't make any difference to you
 if the stuff the dressmaker puts on you
 makeh you look like a Cherokee squaw l on a tear. you wear it if it is stylishl You are slaves to style You sup- merge your own individuality in dress Tn /, the great pool of style like bullfrog diving into a mud puddle! "lf some some multi-husbanded comic opera queen wears q dress made of vel [ low kid gloves, the lady orchestra strikes up that touching melody, Every body $ doin it.. and you all fall in line, If some fat woman. wears skim tight skirt orAa thin one puts seventeen gores in hers you follow the leader like sheep. regardless of your own shape "I dont see why some of you don't show some strength of character! don't sec why you haven't the courage of your convictions!
 You are all slaves. that's what yon are You are chained and weak slaves of that old tyrant, Fashion. and you follow her chariot to meek submission. You cannot imagine men doing that!' Men are independent are they?" asked Imogene. Men are never slaves to any,
 thing are they? There is nothing that you would not do if you thought it were right, is there?'
 Certainly not" said Andrew promptly. All right" said Imogene. we will see! Throw away that cigarette and don't smoke another for a week We will see how little d slave you are to your tobacco"
 "Oh-er-ah-all right" said Andrew This is the last one. I frankly don't like to give them up, though, dear. You have little idea why I smoke them. [ l will admit if you like that they are mildly and dreamily intoxicating.
 When I sit here in this big comfy chair and light one, my thoughts wander liar, and as l gaze on the swirling spirais of smoke I dream of you, love. In their sinuous curves I see the curve of your arm ana can reel IL as II IL were tns first time you ever put it around my neck and told me that you loved me.
 Through the haze I can see your dreamy eyes and can see the love light glint in them in fancy as l gaze on the glow of the tip as I puff
 "In the blue haze 1 cah see the dress you wore at the party where I first saw you. and recall that in the filmy blue of that gown you made ideal which had ] been a painter l would have per- pctuated on canvass under the title of 'Morn.'
 "Through all the mist of smoke sec you, darling, and in it's every swirl can sec
 "Oh, go on and smoke your nasty old cigarettes she said, kissing him. You know I was only foolngl'
 Andrew sighed with relief as she left the room.