Dear Sir,–It always seems to me that some articles of female dress have almost human personalities. As an illustration, one can well imagine the real pre-war corset, who is somewhat of a martinet speaking to his owner at the luncheon table in some such words as these:
“There! You have eaten quite enough now, so I will permit no more”
I know some people call me old fashioned, and I admit I am strait-laced. You will therefore not take another glass of wine either, I will never allow you to stoop to anything low, particularly gluttonly. Yes, I know you would like to loll in the easy chair all the afternoon, but you will get right and go for a walk instead. Chest out! Abdomen well drawn in, remember!”
Whereupon the high-heeled little shoes chime in, in their characteristically pointed manner:
“And no slouching either. Walk daintily, and no too much standing about, because that is not good for anyone.”