Judge — April 1938 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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April, 1958 15 _—_ ERE is a song for the perfect hat, A hat to inspire a laureate To heights of poesy yet unscaled— A hat a Debussy might have hailed In thapsodies rapter than man has known— That woman would give her soul to own, And which but the fortunate few may find Once in a lifetime, if fate is kind. A love of a hat, a hat apart, ‘With the classic, ageless cachet of art; An angel’s dream, and a witch's brew, Not too worldly nor ingenue; A hat for giddy adventure fit; A hat of spirit, of grace, of wit; Not too demure, nor over-bold, But just exactly enough too old To give, well, a Mona Lisa lure— Something as sure as it is obscure, Subtly provoking, perversely sly, And yet not requiring an alibi. It can’t be too weird or bizarre a hat That a man might scream, “Where did you get that?” But a hat with so juste, so smart an air That women cry out and tear their hair— Their hair and the Paris hat upon it Which looks like somebody's old gray bonnet— And babble and moan with rage insane, And storm their modistes—in vain, in vain. O elegant hat, O luscious! O Enchanting, delectable, blithe chapeau! More precious than rubies, than gold more bright, Inevitably and ineffably right— Here is a song for the perfect hat! If only a lady could buy it for that. comicbooks.com