once, has one stepped forward to hurl a few exquisite poniards of amour propre on that pile of principled pleas. I believe we've made it plain, that we regard it as degenerate in a man to purport to dress his fellows, much less to aver to how he pleasures himself in that mode. It's bad enough, that all of France is in open, remorseless warfare against the natural shoulder, without gadflies of their own condition-ing pretending to have invented the norms of urban America. And of course no tribe is so silly about this as the one that was adolescently clothed in uniform.
It follows that it's the optional shirt which benefits least from the hazings of arrogant oversight, but which can lead to the very most lamentable parodies in styling. Here a decent regard for the mis-ruled throat of Everyman compels us to offer the prayer to let it breathe. Plentiful enough are the knots that gather about the gorge, that we needn't inflict another in our invitations to each other. Enough, with breathless excitement to judge another's purchases for playing up to our pride, without a care for his comfort. To purge hospitality of its paradoxes, we would first decline to be played.