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“She Watts an Odor Sweet.”

A couple of years ago it was the proper thing for an American girl to rinse her lace Handkerchief in her scent bottle; such a proceeding now would be considered a vulgarism, for if there is any one article in a fashionable toilet which is not perfumed it is a handkerchief. Hosiery and gloves slumber in beds of sweet grass and rose leaves; laces, wraps, and under-linen have their separate sachet pillows; dresses are hung among the bags of sweet clover which perfume every closet; even bonnet boxes emit fragrant odors when uncovered, and In the linings of many overcoats the wadding is dusted with orris, but not a trace of scent hangs about the lace-edged handkerchief. Even card cases and pocketbooks are perfumed, and so is the small blotter bought with fashionable stationery. But these items are insignificant compared with the cost of perfuming a summer outfit, which requires the services of a maid and au outlay equivalent to that expended for gloves or shoes. For instance, there is the corsagcsachet, made of fine satin to match Hie dress and filled with a perfume too delicious for description. The sachets, which are an inch square, retail at 36s a a dozen, and it takes about twenty to go round the edge of a Josephine dress. Of course every low corsage has to be sacheted, and if a belle cares to buy them by the hundred she is charged at the rate of two shillings each. Desirable perfumes cost 3a an ounce, and the least girl in society will use fifty shillings’ worth in a fortnight’s visit upon half a dozen summer toilettes.

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“She Watts an Odor Sweet.”, Evening Star, Issue 8040, 17 October 1889

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“She Watts an Odor Sweet.” Evening Star, Issue 8040, 17 October 1889

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