A procession of sinuous long-stemmed beauties wound its way to the footlights attired in peasant costumes, large sections of which evidently had been lost in shipment from France.

The problem of what to wear gave me pause; ordinarily, I prefer black tie for these sentimental occasions, as a cummerbund flattens the belly, but lacking at for the moment-the cummerbund, not the belly-I compromised on a vest, and flicked a bath towel over my shoes.

Here, if one didn't have a family one was at least supposed to be a delegate to a visiting convention, with a lapel badge and a light hound's-tooth suit to prove it.

She was wearing a canary-yellow two-piece bathing suit, one piece of which she would not actually be needing for another nine or ten years.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy.

The apparel oft proclaims the man.

To call a fashion wearable is the kiss of death. No new fashion worth its salt is ever wearable.

A man cannot dress, but his ideas get clothed at the same time.

No one knows how ungentlemanly he can look, until he has seen himself in a shocking bad hat.

Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.