WOMEN’S DRESS.
A contemporary says: "It is wonderful how easily we become reconciled to what we see around us, and women’s dress is a proof of this assertion. We look back at Leech’s sketches drawn during the period when the crinoline mania was at its height, and wonder how a style which now appears ludicrous bould ever have obtained acceptance and popularity. At that time, however, we were occupied in laughing at the costumes of our grand-mothers; the long unlovely dresses hanging straight from what was by courtesy cailed a waist, situated immediately beneath the arms; the manner of dressing the hair — so little calculated, as it now seems, to display it advantageously; and the ill-shaped sandals without heels. One style of dress which never had the faintest chance of being adopted was the Bloomer, introduced into this country several years ago by a few disappointed spinsters—advocates of the * Women’s Rights movement ’ —who could find no other way of showing their contempt for the balance of the inhabitants than by wearing clothes differing as much from the attire of their own sex as decency permitted. A few comic songs were written, a few jokes and caricatures made, and Bloomerism was laughed away. At present, the fashhion of women’s dress really appears scarcely susceptible of improvement some young and middle-aged ladies run into the extreme of ridiculously high heels and exaggerated paniers, of course; but we speak of women who apply the existing fashion with taste. Straining Sweetness.—Kissing through a veil. A YOUNG lady put a piece of wedding cake under her pillow, and went to bed with the happy belief that she would dream of seeing her future husband. That evening, however, she had eaten two plates of ice cream, some lobster salad, about a pint of strawberries, several cakes, and two large pickled walnuts and she now says she would rather remain single all her life than marry the man the saw her dream. The tea-kettle is said to be the only singer which never gets a cohl. The eight thing to be intoxicated v ith. —1 *elight. A JcußVALin Bourdeaux “ listens” withan tt entire * eye ” to all M. Theirs says. Why is a Recruiting Servant lire the Wind ?—Because he blows where he listeth. Several Irishmen were disputing one day upon their own best points, when one said in an aggressive manner, “Faith, I’m a brick.” “ And indade,” said another, “ I’m a bricklayer,” and felled the first speaker to* the ground. A bash young man has threatened to apply the Maine liquor law to his sweetheart, she intoxicates him so. If your sister fell into a well, why couldn’t you rescue her ? Because yuu couldn’t be a t>ro her and assist-her too. Domestic young lady (making a pip) : Frank, the kitchen’s no place for boys. Has dough such an attraction for you ?” Clever vouth “It isn’t the dough, cousin—it’s the dear !”
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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 236, 6 January 1875, Page 3
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483WOMEN’S DRESS. Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 236, 6 January 1875, Page 3
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