Life — May 10, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Cupid’s Busy Day A False Fashion Note S there a lawyer in the audience? If so, I want him to do something about the man who writes the style notes in the theatre programs. Last week I took the Little Wom- an to the theatre. The show was one of the leading musical comedies in town. Consequently I had plenty of spare time except when the chorus was on. So I busied myself reading the men’s wear column. “The plain black tie,” began the first paragraph, is being replaced by the self-figured bat-wing, for evening wear with the dinner coat. A wing collar is also worn.” Ner- vously my hand stole to my neck; it was surrounded by a turn-down collar, and a tie not sel f- or otherwise figured. Hastily I removed them. “The new English dress shirts show only a single stud, the bosom being fuller than usual,” suggested the text before me. Again I in- spected myself. Not one, but three studs glared up at me from a bosom less full than usual. The shirt gave LIFE me a little trouble but by some neat squirming I succeeded in getting out from under it. Then, just as I was about to ne- gotiate the black waistcoat's return, my eye caught the words “white vest.” Yes, there it was! “A white vest is now the only de rigeur ac- companiment of the _ perfectly groomed gentleman’s evening attire.” Fortunately I had eaten a light dinner one of the buttons stuck in my throat for a moment. By this time I was thoroughly alarmed. Was there any redeeming feature in my get-up? Feverishly I took a final glance at the program. “Evening trousers,” I read with fast- dimming eyes, “are no longer seen with wide braid. The well-turned-out man about town will allow himself only a narrow braid, if any.” I had almost succeeded in getting rid of my wide-braided breeches when three ushers reached me. I was instantly turned out better than any other man about town that night. Have I legal grounds for a suit? T need a new one, but it must be of the latest fashionable pattern. A. C. M. Azoy. Proposal a la Mode ENEATH the lamplight’s am- ber shade (A sight that made me glow) Your hands with cunning plied a craft That I will never know. The sweet brown flakes were deitly spread In pearly paper mould; With magic grace each curving half Was caught above the fold; The flying fingers tip to tip With charming swiftness whirled, Till pressed about its fragrant heart The sheath was firmly curled. In graceful gesture to your lips You swung the cone of cream, A pink flash slipped along the edge And closed the happy seam. So when you laid it in my hand It seemed a call, a sign! Come live with me and be my love And roll your own—and minc! John S. Phillips. E you noticed that when a man ys a ready-made suit he never asks his friends, “Who is your tailor ?” comicbooks.com