The first short skirt was made in the Garden of Eden of fig leaves because there were no Parisian dressmakers present.
Skirt styles today are going back to the original fig-leaf fashion.
Mother Eve ate the apple, became “wise” and her first thought was of dress, and that is all some of her daughters have thought of since.
American women are willing to wear any skirt that bears a Paris label, but would they if they knew it was a French fashion to advertise demimondaine charms?
If good women, who wear the suggestive short, close-fitting and diaphanous skirt, knew what bad men said when they went by, they would fall dead or call for a taxi and break the speed limit to get home and hide in the cellar.
Men are a bad lot and women should help them to be better and not worse.
There are men in hospitals and hell who owe their damnation in time and eternity to the skirts of some bad, beautiful woman.
Fashion is the world’s undertaker and often charges a woman a big bill for a body with diseased functions, a mind with dwarfed faculties, and a soul with a future damned.
Girls, whose altar is a looking-glass, and their Bible a fashion magazine, might well pause to ask themselves how they will look in their coffin-shroud when the prevaricating preacher tries to offer some word of comfort to the mourners, and what they will say to the great Judge when they stand “naked and ashamed,” because on earth they wore the skirts of sin instead of the robe of Christ’s righteousness.