HIDING YOUR HIPS

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 1, Issue 150, 18 February 1932, Page 7

HIDING YOUR HIPS

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M'lSS LE ROY WRITES OF "THE NEWEST CRAZE. ESCITING AND STRENUOUS

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NICE, 'December 15. Do you know that "Hiding your Hips" is the new craze over here, |It's so exciting — and so strenuous, too! ! As you see by the address, I have flown again, this time to Nice. Fashions I have not yet had time to study, but in the short time I have been here I have had time to notice that even here the modified type of straw bowler is very popular. Fat or thin, tall or short, raving beauty or ugly duckling, we are all trying to lose our hips. In the eurved 90's a woman had to be hippy; in the eurveless 30's her hips — well, she mustn't have any! If Molly has manikin hips we say she has kept 'her girlish figure, and if Bessie is broad we say she's got that middle-aged spread. The very first word in' a gossip about diets and the last word in a grim contemplation of our clothes is sure to he hips! But, of course, we don't really mean hips at all — those things the washerwoman puts her hands on when she squares off belligerently to tell you what ruined your best damask tablecloth. Those real hips haven't interested anybody since the days when a woman boasted of an hourglass figure and an eighteen-inch waist. Today we mistakenly use the word "hips" to designate the region farther back, the area that stern mothers call "the spanking ground" and doctors dub "the huttocks." A more amusing name for them would be "the bustle," and a more literal one, which only slangy mischance leads us to avoid, would be "the seat." Still, "hips" does just as well, for every woman bom of Eve knows what is meant by that term nowadays — - and often to her sorrow. However, my dear, I've found this out a few years ago you eould hide your hips under a straight barrel dress, but now you must face the musie. Even though you are as thin as a rail, if your hips ride out at the back, your silhouette is bad and your dress, which may be all right in inches, is all wrong in effect. And if you're stout — well, your silhouette is tragic, or, what's worse, it's comic. Where, then? have these hips-that-aren't-hips come from ? Or rather, how can we get rid of them? That's what I'm going to find out for you — and I'll write and let you know all about it. Yours, hending down to the new craze to get slim,