FAT MEN’S SHOP.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3485, 6 September 1937, Page 7

FAT MEN’S SHOP.

There is u small shop in New York where they do “big business.” It is not an imposing shop, but it has ay imposing array of garments on view—too imposing for most people. The shop is the “Fat Men’s Shop.” founded by a short, thin man who specialises in clothes for the outsize man. He received orders from many countries besides America.

On the left is a sign pointing the way to the shop, and on the right is the interior with a heavyweight’s suit of pyjamas in the foreground.

So well known has the shop become that many people who do not know the correct address send letters from all over the world to “The Fat Men’s Store, New York.” and they arc always delivered.

A similar shop in New York caters for “outsize” women, the main difference being that everything there is called suitable for slimming or appearing slim. This shop is frequented by Now York's society hostesses w'ho, having failed to reduce their weight, choose clothes which make them look less stout.

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