"Indians," his mother answered, "always paint their faces before going on the war-path—before scalping and tomahawking and murdering."
The next evening after dinner, as the mother entertained in the parlor her daughter's young man, Tommy rushed downstairs, wide-eyed with fright.
"Come on, mother!" he cried. "Let's get out of this quick! Sister is going on the war-path!"
Mrs. Will Irwin said at a Washington Square tea:
"The more immodest fashions would disappear if men would resolutely oppose them.
"I know a woman whose dressmaker sent home the other day a skirt that was, really, too short altogether. The woman put it on. It was becoming enough, dear knows, but it made her feel ashamed. She entered the library, and her husband looked up from his work with a dark frown.
"'I wonder,' she said, with an embarrassed laugh, 'if these ultra-short skirts will ever go out?'
"'They'll never go out with me,' he answered in decided tones."