"Brummagem?" How often you say that in contempt as you look at some wonderful piece of brass purporting to date from the Chow Dynasty or fend off the wares of the bead-merchants who swarm up the sides of your ship at Suez. Yet all is not sham that hails from Birmingham as this article will relate.
Take a tramear from the Town Hall to the top of one of the low hills one of the little houses and find a closed barrier. There is a bell beside it and you ring. A step inside and the barrier opens. It is very low, a height to suit the diminutive errand boys of the district, and you d peer in. "I want es? What is your clock, an intensely in east iron which point where Warstone Street meet. mago there was a vat the foot of the hill, name and where do you come from?" If the answer is satisfactory you are admitted by a door that is latched only from within, and can buy over a narrow counter. If you do not pass the examination t you are repulsed. The result is that, having once established your bona fides with a dealer, you do not often stray to another, even when his little paper packets of stones do not seem to contain exactly what you want. ie then," said Mrs. Man Moullin, a celebrated suffragette of former days who is now a gracious and dignified old lady. "We thought women of the future would do such wonderful things. Progress marches slowly. Much has been done—but there is much more to be done.
A little museum of suffragette souvenirs is being housed in Westminster, chief scene of their exploits: the chain which fastened one of them to the railings in Downing Street, posters, a prison cap, old photographs see Modes of the Future at Paris Collections The great Paris dress houses have once again given their authoritative pronouncements in the showings of new collections now just ending. In the immediate future we are to wear day dresses whose skirts are extreme-
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