London's Clubland invaded by Hotels, Cinemas, Restaurants and Department Stores "Good-bye, Piccadilly; farewell, Leicester Square!"
Nobody ever understood—what Piccadilly had to do with it, but the valediction has meaning today. For Piccadilly is passing: London's most famous promenade, the most exclusive shopping resort of man, is being attacked at both ends and in the middle. It will soon be a modern through-|' fare without any more character than Fifth Avenue in New York, a street for all and sundry.
At present Piccadilly, in all its length from the Circus to the Corner, has only one shop really for women. It has one ''draper's," an old-fashioned—_'establishment that has tried to convert itself into a department store with only a couple of stories to do it in. Men's hatters, there are, and men's hosiers and tailors by the dozen; but on this chaste street no brazen hussies in naughty lingerie leer at you with their waxen sfniles—at least not from the shop windows your morning constitutional to the club is not disturbed by any such sight as that which might disturb you if you wander into Piecadilly's feminine partner, Oxford Street, where-a lady's maid robes and disrobes (they say) a fair young lady, modestly masked, in one of those lingerie windows.
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