Death to Corsets.

Evening Star, Issue 8718, 9 January 1892, Page 2 (Supplement)

Death to Corsets.

The_ fact that the women of several Canadian towns have been holding open-air meetings and burning their corsets snggesta the ultimate possibility of some snob spectacle as the following : A FIN DE SIECLEPOSBIBIIiIXY. Scene: The Enclosure of a Fathionable ifantio In the middle a fire is burning. Thunder. [Enter a crowd of ladies of Fashion, Hashers, eta] Ist Ladt— Oft fall warning there has been la the name of Hygiene! 2nd Ladt— Oft the surgeon of renown Fashion's follies has oried down! 3rd Ladt— Bound the bonfire then let's go, Fan the flames to fiercer glow. Whilst therein we freely throw ▲ll that we have treasured so. Corsets, onoe so tight! j laced, Let them in the fire be placed i Boots, prepoat'rously highheeled, To the dames herewith we yield! Buek and chignon, roll and pad, To the blaze we gladly add ! Paint and powder, wash and dye, New ealorio shall supply. All— Else, ye ftwnes 1 Roar, tonfire, roar I We'll be Fashion's serf* no more. Ist MASKER— True, the blow Is hard ti bear, But we, too, would have our. share la this conflagration rare. 2nd Mash kb— Col bus starched, and wsift; and l high 1 Onoe tbe apple o£ Mir eye; Collars, painfully upright, Once our great, our chief delight} We, with features stonily knit,. To the fl sines do ye commit. Gol and Cuffs, go ye likewise* I Bitter though the sacrifice, 1 Ist OlDBMAn—And shall we, In face of tan,. Stand here callous and remiss Nay, we, too, will play our part Though it well-alga break one heart. Oo! High Hat! quit this B#eae, Though our fetish lotig tbouVt been, , Go! Thou uarelen tlesß bore ' We will be thy slaves no more. Ail— Rise, ye fhmea I Glow, bonfire* glow! We will etill around thee go„ And E&ore fuel on thee throw, f They greeted jo do so as vxne closes ]