“Who was ashamed—the Newporters?”
“No, the cannibles,” notate Sydney Katsu, Jr., looking like he was prepared to be raided by police.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.
XVI
When Will Lady-Fashions Get Ashamed of Themselves?
To Editor N. Y. Newsprint or whoever prints it
Dear Sir:—Of lately I have been studying American style of fashions for ladies, so I shall know your civilization from both ends. It are a very hard science to chase and in doing so I annexed my acquaintance to Miss Alice Furaoki, to who I shall become engaged when divorced. This sweet-hearted Japanese schoolgirl dress so similar to American actresses you cannot tell her from white lady, except when you look at her.
Last Satday eve p.m., when I was accomplishing her down street for see emotion-picture show, price 10c, I felt very Vanderbiltish to walk so near to Newport dressmaking. My eye hooked itself to her clothing and remained there till—O sudden!—I observe what was. I blushed entirely yellow.
“Excuse, please, Hon. Miss Sweetheart,” I gollup. “Your dressmake has axidentally forgot to sew up the ankle of your skirt so I observe something deranged.”
“What derangement do you observe?” she require with Vassar eyebrows.