The Fashion Expert

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If an all Elizabethan poet named Anonymous had thought of it, he'd probably have written something that goes like this. Fashion is a fickle dame she's not to be relied on. Sometimes she says a skirt should drape.

Sometimes it should be tai-hung. But women bow and scrape to her. They treat her like a duchess. But Heaven helped the husband who is caught within her clutch. Agree? Well, maybe you will after a half hour spent for the Anderson's in Springfield.

Like this. Margaret! Mom's in the living room, Dad. Oh, hello, bud. Did you want her for something? Just want to ask her a question. Well, maybe you know where it is. Well, what is? Where did your mother keep the machine oil?

In the machine, I guess. In the... But... But... I'll be back in a minute. I gotta get something out of the attic. I don't know. Anybody else could ask a perfectly normal question like where do you keep the machine oil and get a perfectly normal answer but not the Anderson's. Margaret Ed Davis wants to look at my new permanent it's absolutely

awful. I told the man I want it soft curly ringlet what did I get? Fred you ever see anything so horrible in your whole life? Oh sure I mean no I mean Margaret I don't see why you're so upset. Well I guess I am upset over nothing. After all a permanent isn't permanent is it?

Exactly. Now Margaret if you'll just tell me where the machine is. Betty please. Oh hello Father are you home? My home. Jim. Well what kind of a question is that? Mother I'm absolutely guessful. Betty if you don't mind I'd like to finish talking to your mother. But Father this will only take a minute and I just can't wait. Just a minute Jim. Betty