For Trousers—Not Territory A resolute battle was recently waged in the Strand, mainly behind barricades. It was not for territory, but for trousers and other concomitant garments. The enterprising Mr. Mallaby-Deely, a.P., declaring himself to be neither manufacturer, merchant, nor tailor, startled London by issuing a challenge to "the profiteers," and offering men's suits made to measure at prices which would have seemed cassonable even in peace times.
In spite of their profound oonviction to the contrary, men dearly love bargains and dearly love new clothes. Therefore the shop of promise was first stormed and them besieged; and its frontage has resembled the pit door at a panto. mime ever since, with three policemen controlling the traffic, one at the shop door, one at the head of the queue, and one at its tail.
At four o'clock in the afternoon about a hundred anxious purchasers were waiting in the street, and the constable reckoned that it would be three-quarters of an hour before new-comers could hope to get i side to pick and choose. The customers represented what is usually described at Trade Union Con-grosses as the black-coated workers. There were a few soldiers among them, and more women—for it is the delusion of some capable housowives that they know what is good for their husbands better than the husbands know themselves. Most of the men Wwoked as if they could do with a new suit or two.
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