Ir's very difficult to know what's under a hat these days.
"There's a man in court with his hat on," said the Recorder, Sir Gerald Dodson, at the Old Bailey yesterday.
"It's a woman, my lord," said the usher.
The hat was a creation resembling a man's trilby, About the same time, a man sitting in Brentford County Court with his hat on was asked to take it off.
The man, revealing a bald head, explained: "I felt shy with all these people round."
"A bald head," commented Mr. Registrar Friend, "looks better than some of the funny hats women wear nowadays."
Marvellous Man Havin read through many elaborate instructions to girls for brightening their clothes in anticipation of the holiday season and the boy who will look like Robert Taylor, I feel that we men are the superior sex, beings almost divine, writes Showman in the "Daily Herald."
Girls are urged to set to with scissors and sewing things—to say nothing of beauty treatments—and all, apparently, because they look pretty terrible as they are.
Whereas no one worries much about us men. We seem to be just naturally marvellous. We do not need to mess about with our clothes to the extent of removing any cumbersome sleeve and leaving a kindly outline to the shoulder. Or, for that matter, removing any cumbersome. trouser-leg and leaving the other as an amusing variation.
But women must not think we are conceited.
Our attitude is merely one of "Take us or leave us." We are men. Bless the little women—what little women they are!
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