Fashion


After years of endeavor in poverty, the inventor made a success, and

came running home with pockets bulging real money. He joyously strewed

thousand-dollar bills in his wife's lap, crying:



"Now, at last, my dear, you will be able to buy you some decent

clothes."



"I'll do nothing of the kind," was the sharp retort. "I'll get the same

kind the other women are wearing."



* * *





"The naked hills lie wanton to the breeze,

"The fields are nude, the groves unfrocked,

"Bare are the shivering limbs of shameless trees,

"What wonder is it that the corn is shocked?"



But not the modern woman!



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