A MARTYR TO STYLE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 24, 11 June 1892, Page 604

A MARTYR TO STYLE.

I despise this way of wearing Gowns that trail into the dust, But the other women do it And so I suppose I must.

It is neither neat nor nobby To be wiping up the street, And the only ones who like it Are the women with big feet.

If I only had the courage To endure the scornful smiles Of my fellow female creatures I would cling to olden styles.

I would always have my dresses Short enough to miss the dirt. And I wouldn’t wear mud rullles On the bottom of my skirts.

But 1 am too great a coward A decided stand to take. So, with all the rest I follow In a foolish fashion’s wake.

And my newest gowns I’m making, With a hateful horrid dip. Over which some luckless mortal Will some day be sure to trip.

But I hold I am a martyr Almost worthy of a crown, For my meek and mild adoption Of the now prevailing gown.