So Ive got it all at me finger-tips, said Turkish Bath attendant. This is what you're in for girls:—Silk stockings with pink and black stripes.
Evening bustles standing out a foot at, the back. Wasp waists, Wire-framed hips.
Hobble skirts, tight right to the ankles Well, I suppose that's all right, but you won't catch me wearing none of them stockings with pink and black stripes. Imagine me doing the front step every morning looking like a blinking' zebra!
I ave enough to put up with from the milkman asit is without tempting Providence. like that.
That brings us to evening bustles, standing out a foot at the back, and wire-framed ips. Well @ girl likes to keep herself up-to-date so I got in to run me up one o' these new bustles out of is old bicycle But it wasn't no good. 'E forgot to take the andlebars off, and every time I danced the "Chestnut Tree," the bell rang.
That Was at our annual police ball. Later, during the spot waltz, a couple of the spokes sprang out o' me bustle and it the inspector.
That's not good enough, you know—a girl's got to keep in with the police these days.
So Iv'e gone back to me old pink taffeta with the free-and-ea time and no olds barred.
As for that there hobble skirt, tight right down to the ankles, it reminds me of Wigginthorpe of a Saturday night.
Well, ta-ta, girls, for the present. And mind your bustles in the swing doors as you go out.—Formby in the "Sunday Express.
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