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49
Hoopskirts.
O cruel fate! again to bring,
Those awful things in season;
To make our girls, the lovely things,
Look big beyond all reason:
So slender now they seem and sweet,
Just fit for fond caresses,
Why should dame fashion now decree,
So to inflate their dresses.
Those awful things in season;
To make our girls, the lovely things,
Look big beyond all reason:
So slender now they seem and sweet,
Just fit for fond caresses,
Why should dame fashion now decree,
So to inflate their dresses.
The maidens, who are plump and fair,
Declare they will not wear them,
And even those now lean and lank
Are saying they can't bear them:
When fashion sends her edict forth,
They'll find they can not leave her,
And hoopskirts will be all the rage,
From Dan unto Beersheba.
Declare they will not wear them,
And even those now lean and lank
Are saying they can't bear them:
When fashion sends her edict forth,
They'll find they can not leave her,
And hoopskirts will be all the rage,
From Dan unto Beersheba.
The slender train; the poor man's bane,
Is just about to leave us,
We say goodbye, and breathe a sigh,
The parting does not grieve us:
We can rejoice, our feet no more
Are tangled in the meshes,
To tear from bindings sweeping trains,
That spoiled our sweetheart's dresses.
Is just about to leave us,
We say goodbye, and breathe a sigh,
The parting does not grieve us:
We can rejoice, our feet no more
Are tangled in the meshes,
To tear from bindings sweeping trains,
That spoiled our sweetheart's dresses.
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The high hat too has had its day,
To blind our eyes from seeing
In hall or church whene'er we sat
Behind the lovely beings;
But, now alas, far worse than all
The ills from wife and daughter,
The crinoline now heaves in sight
To aggrivate our torture.
To blind our eyes from seeing
In hall or church whene'er we sat
Behind the lovely beings;
But, now alas, far worse than all
The ills from wife and daughter,
The crinoline now heaves in sight
To aggrivate our torture.
What shall we do in street-cars
Now oft packed beyond all bearing
When crinolines need double room,
'Twill set the men-folks swearing.
Our sweethearts fair, we love so well,
Our hearts can but endear them,
But when the hoopskirt gets full sway,
How can we then get near them?
Now oft packed beyond all bearing
When crinolines need double room,
'Twill set the men-folks swearing.
Our sweethearts fair, we love so well,
Our hearts can but endear them,
But when the hoopskirt gets full sway,
How can we then get near them?
The slender girl may yet “get by”
And small hoopskirts come handy;
And even those of medium weight,
May yet look “chic” and dandy;
But, oh, my stars! the girl that's stout,
'Twill be more than a notion,
When crinolines will make her look
Like some balloon in motion.
And small hoopskirts come handy;
And even those of medium weight,
May yet look “chic” and dandy;
But, oh, my stars! the girl that's stout,
'Twill be more than a notion,
When crinolines will make her look
Like some balloon in motion.
But still we men will have revenge
For all the care you give us,
And oh, my dears you'll catch it “tough,”
Nor will it sadly grieve us:
For when a gale shall catch those skirts,
And set them all-a-flying,
We fear we'll burst a jugular vein
By laughing until crying.
For all the care you give us,
And oh, my dears you'll catch it “tough,”
Nor will it sadly grieve us:
For when a gale shall catch those skirts,
And set them all-a-flying,
We fear we'll burst a jugular vein
By laughing until crying.
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