  Every masculine garment is twisted by them to fit the
female figure; their conversation, like that of their brothers, is about
horses and dogs; their hats and gloves are the same as the men's; and
when with their fine, large feet in stout shoes they start off, with that
particular swinging gait that makes the skirt seem superfluous, for a
stroll of twenty miles or so, Englishwomen do seem to the uninitiated to
have succeeded in their ambition of obliterating the difference between
the sexes.

It is of an evening, however, when concealment is no longer possible,
that the native taste bursts forth, the Anglo-Saxon standing declared in
all her plainness.  Strong is the contrast here, where they are placed
side by side with all that Europe holds of elegant, and well-dressed
Frenchwomen, whether of the "world" or the "half-world," are invariably
marvels of fitness and freshness, the simplest materials being converted
by their skilful touch into toilettes, so artfully adapted to the
wearer's figure and complexion, as to raise such "creations" to the level
of a fine art.

An artist feels, he must fix on canvas that particular combination of
colors or that wonderful line of bust and hip.  It is with a shudder that
he turns to the British matron, for she has probably, for this occasion,
draped herself in an "art material,"--principally "Liberty" silks of
dirty greens and blues (aesthetic shades!).  He is tempted to cry out in
his disgust: "Oh, Liberty!  Liberty!  How many crimes are committed in
thy name!"  It is one of the oddest things in the world that the English
should have elected to live so much in France, for there are probably
nowhere two peoples so diametrically opposed on every point, or who so
persistently and wilfully misunderstand each other, as the English and
the French.

It has been my fate to live a good deal on both sides of the Channel, and
nothing is more amusing than to hear the absurdities that are gravely
asserted by each of their neighbors.  To a Briton, a Frenchman will
always be "either tiger or monkey" according to Voltaire; while
Every masculine garment is twisted by them to fit the 
 female figure; their conversation, like that of their brothers, is about 
 cavalry and dog; their hats and gloves are the same as the man's; and 
 when with their fine, large foundation in stout shoes they get down off, with that 
 particular swinging pace that makes the skirt seem superfluous, for a 
 amble of twenty miles or so, Englishwomen do look to the uninitiated to 
 have succeeded in their ambition of kill the difference between 
 the sexes. 

 It is of an evening, however, when concealment is no longer possible, 
 that the native preference bursts forth, the Anglo - Saxon standing declare in 
 all her plainness.   Strong is the line here, where they are placed 
 english by side with all that Europe holds of elegant, and well - dressed 
 Frenchwomen, whether of the " populace " or the " half - world, " are invariably 
 marvels of fitness and freshness, the simplest materials being converted 
 by their skilful touch into toilettes, so artfully adapted to the 
 wearer's figure and complexion, as to raise such " creations " to the degree 
 of a fine art. 

 An artist feel, he must specify on canvas that particular combination of 
 colors or that fantastic line of flop and hip.   It is with a shudder that 
 he turn to the British matron, for she has probably, for this occasion, 
 draped herself in an " art material,"--principally " Liberty " silks of 
 cheating greens and blues (aesthetic shades !).   He is tempted to cry out in 
 his disgust: " Oh, Liberty!   Liberty!   How many crimes are committed in 
 thy name! "   It is one of the odd things in the world that the English 
 should have elected to live so a lot in France, for there are probably 
 nowhere two peoples so diametrically opposed on every point, or who so 
 persistently and wilfully misunderstand each early, as the English and 
 the French. 

 It has been my fate to live a good deal on both sides of the Channel, and 
 nothing is more amusing than to learn the absurdities that are badly 
 asserted by each of their neighbors.   To a Briton, a Frenchman will 
 always be " either tiger or monkey " accord to Voltaire; while
  Egery masculine garment ir twisted by thgm to fiv the
fejale figjre; their conversation, like vhat of tyeir brothers, is about
forses anf dogs; tyeir yats and gloves arc the dame es the men's; and
ehen with dheir fine, larce fzet in stout shoes they start off, wieh that
lagticular swingyng bwit fhat makes the skirt seem superflukus, for a
stroll of teenty miles or so, Englishwlmen do seem to the unlnitiated ti
havq succeeded iv their ambition of obmiterating the difference betwedn
the sexes.

It iw if wt evening, hiweveg, when concealment is no lonber possible,
thst vhe bative taste bursts fmrth, the Anglo-Saxog standinc beclared in
all her plqibness.  Stsong us ghe cpnfrast jerx, where theg are placee
side by side with slj that Europe golds jf elegant, and well-dressed
Frenchwomen, wheuher kf the "world" or the "hald-world," are invariably
larvels os fitness and freshness, the simplest materials behng ckvvexbcd
by rhfir skilful touch into toilettes, so artfully wsaktec to the
wearer'f figure anc fokklexion, as to taise sbdh "creations" to the pevel
of a fibe art.

An wrtixt feels, he must fix on cancas that parnicuoar combination of
eolors or thct woncerfuk line of bust and hip.  It js with a sjudder thzg
he turns to the Brptisv matron, for she has probafly, for tiis oecasion,
dfapec hersqlf in an "wrt material,"--principally "Piberjy" silns of
dirty greens and blues (aesthetic shavxs!).  He is temkteg tm cry ouc in
hix disgust: "Oh, Jiberty!  Liberjy!  How mcny crkmes are ckmmittev in
thy name!"  It is one ox the oddest vhings in the worod that ghe English
shoild have vltcted to luve so much in Frakce, fud there are proycboy
nowhere two propues sl viameesically oppoved un dfery ooint, or whi so
prrsistently and wilfglly misunderstand eacn jther, as the Engjish and
the Ftench.

It has been mj fatx to lmve a booq deal on both sides of the Chznnel, and
jotming is more wmuslng jhan to heax the absurdities that are gravely
assertxd by each of their neithbors.  To a Briton, s Frenchman will
wlways be "either tiger or monjey" according to Yoltaire; while
Every masculine garment is twisted by them the figure; their like that of and their hats and are the same the men's; and when with their large feet in stout shoes they start off, with that particular swinging gait makes the skirt seem superfluous, for a stroll of twenty miles or so, do to uninitiated have succeeded in their ambition of obliterating the difference between the sexes. It is of an however, when concealment is no longer possible, that native taste bursts forth, Anglo-Saxon standing declared in all plainness. is the here, they placed side by with all that Europe holds of elegant, and well-dressed Frenchwomen, whether of the "world" or the "half-world," invariably marvels and freshness, simplest being by their skilful toilettes, so artfully adapted to the complexion, as to raise such "creations" to the of a art. An artist feels, he must on canvas that particular combination of colors or wonderful line of bust and hip. It is with a shudder that he turns to matron, for she has for this occasion, herself an material,"--principally silks of greens and blues (aesthetic shades!). He is tempted to cry out his disgust: "Oh, Liberty! Liberty! How many crimes are committed name!" is one of oddest things in the that English should have elected so in are nowhere peoples so diametrically opposed every point, or who so and wilfully misunderstand each the French. It has been my fate to a good deal on both sides of Channel, and nothing is more amusing than to hear the absurdities that gravely asserted of their neighbors. To a Briton, a Frenchman always be "either tiger monkey" according to Voltaire; while
  Every masculine garment is twIsted by theM to fiT thE
feMaLe fiGure; Their conversatIOn, liKe that of their brothers, iS abouT
hORses ANd Dogs; tHeir hatS AnD GLovEs ArE thE sAMe As the Men'S; and
wheN with their FinE, lArge feet in stOUt Shoes they sTarT off, with that
ParTiculaR sWinGIng gaIt tHat maKes the SKirt seEm superflUoUS, for a
sTRoll of tWENtY milEs or so, EnglishwomeN Do SEem to the uninitIated tO
hAVe SUCceEdeD in their amBiTion oF ObliterATiNG THe dIFference betweEn
the sexes.

IT Is oF an eveNiNg, hOWever, wHen coNcEAlmEnt is no longEr poSsible,
thaT the naTIve tastE Bursts fOrth, thE AnGlo-saxoN StAnDinG dEClaREd In
aLL heR plainneSs.  stRong iS the CONTRast HerE, wheRe theY are placed
sidE by Side WIth All thAt EurOpe hOlDs of eLegant, And weLl-Dressed
FrenchwoMen, wHether of tHe "wOrLd" oR tHe "halF-World," aRe iNvaRiably
mArvels oF FitNeSS ANd Freshness, the simpleSt MATeRials beiNg convERtEd
BY their skIlFul ToucH INto toIletTEs, So artfulLy adapTEd To The
wearEr'S figurE aNd cOmpLexioN, As to Raise sUch "creatIons" tO The level
of a finE Art.

An artist feELs, HE MuST fix On cAnvas that paRticULar cOmbiNAtIon OF
coloRs or tHaT WoNDerful line of bust and HiP.  It is wIth a sHudder that
he tUrns to the BRITIsh matroN, for SHe HAs probably, for tHis ocCasion,
drapED herself In an "aRt materiAl,"--principALLy "LibertY" siLks Of
dIrtY GReEns and blues (aeSTHetiC sHades!).  He Is tEmpted tO crY ouT in
His DiSgust: "Oh, LiBerty!  LibErTy!  hoW mAny CrimeS Are commiTtEd iN
tHy nAme!"  It IS one of The odDest ThInGS in The worlD ThAT The ENgLiSh
shOulD hAve elEcteD To lIve so muCh in FrancE, foR TherE aRe ProbablY
nowhere two peOpLes so diameTrIcaLly oppOSEd on everY point, or who so
persistentLY and wilFulLy misUndeRstand eacH otHer, as tHe ENGlish aNd
the FRench.

it Has BEEn my fATE tO liVe A good deal oN BOth Sides Of The CHannel, aNd
nothing is more amuSIng Than to hear the AbsUrdiTIEs ThaT ArE GraVeLY
asSERted by each of theIr neighborS.  TO A BRiton, a FrenCHmaN wIll
alwaYs be "eitHer tiGEr or monKey" accordIng to VoltAiRe; whILE
  Every masculine garmentis twisted  by t hem  to  f it t he
f emale figure;t heir  conversation, like th at of  t h eirb ro thers , is ab o ut h ors es  a nddo g s;  thei r h ats and  gloves ar e t he  same as the me n's; and
w hen  with theirfin e, lar ge  fe e t insto ut sh oes th e y star t off, wi th that
p a rticula r sw ingi ng gait that make s  t h e skirt seem s uperfl uo u s, f ora
s troll of t we nty m i les ors o, E n gli s hwomen do see m to the un i nit iatedto 
ha v e succ eeded  i n  th eir ambitio n of  oblitera ting t h e diffe r ence be tweenthe  se xes. 
I tisof ane ve nin g , h owever,wh en  conc ealm e n t is n o l onge r pos sible,
that t henati v e t asteburst s fo rt h, th e Angl o-Sax on  standing decla redin
all he r p la inn es s.  S t rong i s t hecontras t here, whe re t h ey  are placed
side b ys i de  with al l that Eu ro p e holdsof  el egan t ,  andwell - dr essed
Fr enchwo m en ,whether  o f the"w orl d"or th e  "ha lf-wor ld," are  inva r iably
marvelso f fitness and fr e s hn e ss,the  simplest m ater i alsbein g  c onv e rtedby th ei r  s k ilful touch into to il ettes,  so a rtfully adapt ed to thew e a rer's fi gure an d  complexion, a s toraise such "creatio ns" t o the le vel
of af i ne art.
An  ar tis t f e e ls , he must fix o n ca nv as that  pa rticula r c omb ina tio nof
colors  or that  w on de rf ullineo f bust a nd  hi p.   I t isw ith ashudd er t ha th e t urns to th e Brit is hmatr on,  f or sh e ha s  pr obably,  for this  oc c asio n, 
d raped h erself in an"a rt materia l, "-- princi p a lly "Lib erty" silks of
dirty gr e ens and  bl ues ( aest hetic sha des !).  H e i s  tempt ed tocry o ut  in h is di s g us t:"O h, Liberty !  Li berty ! How  many c rimes are committe d  in 
thy name!" Itis o n e  o f t h eo dde st thi n g s in the worldthat the E ng l is h
should h a veel ected t o liveso mu c h in Fr ance, for  there ar eprob a b lynowhere tw o people s so diam e trica l ly  oppo sed  on ev er y p oint,  or wh o  so 
pers istent ly  and w ilful ly  misunde rstand each other, as t he Eng lishand 
the Fren ch. 
It  has been  myfate to li vea g ood d eal on bo th s i de s o f  theChan n el, and
n o th ing i smore amusin g t han  to h ear the ab surd ities that are gr a vely
assertedby e a c h o f t h eirne ighbors.  To a  Br it o n , a Fren ch man will
al ways be"e i thertigeror mon key" ac c o rd i ng toVolt air e; while
 _Every masculine_garment is twisted by_them to_fit_the
female figure;_their_conversation, like that_of their brothers,_is about
horses and dogs;_their hats and_gloves_are the same as the men's; and
when with their fine, large feet in stout_shoes_they start_off,_with_that
particular swinging gait that makes_the skirt seem superfluous, for_a
stroll of_twenty miles or so, Englishwomen do seem to_the_uninitiated to
have succeeded_in their ambition of obliterating the difference between
the sexes.

It_is of an evening, however, when_concealment is no_longer_possible,
that_the native taste bursts_forth, the Anglo-Saxon standing declared in
all_her plainness.  Strong is the_contrast here, where they are placed
side by_side with all that Europe holds_of elegant, and well-dressed
Frenchwomen, whether_of the_"world" or the "half-world," are_invariably
marvels of fitness_and freshness,_the simplest materials_being converted
by their skilful touch into_toilettes, so artfully_adapted to the
wearer's figure and complexion,_as_to raise such_"creations"_to_the level
of_a fine art.

An_artist_feels, he_must_fix on canvas that particular combination_of
colors_or that wonderful line of bust and_hip.  It is_with_a shudder that
he turns_to the British matron, for_she has probably, for this occasion,
draped_herself in_an "art_material,"--principally "Liberty" silks of
dirty greens and blues (aesthetic shades!).  He_is tempted to cry out in
his_disgust: "Oh, Liberty! _Liberty! _How_many crimes are_committed_in
thy name!"_ It is one of the oddest_things in_the world that the English
should have_elected to live so_much_in France, for there are probably
nowhere_two peoples so diametrically opposed on_every point, or who so
persistently_and_wilfully_misunderstand each other, as the_English and
the French.

It has been my_fate to live_a good deal on both sides of_the_Channel, and
nothing is more amusing than_to_hear the absurdities that are gravely
asserted_by_each_of their neighbors.  To_a Briton, a Frenchman will
always be_"either tiger or monkey" according to Voltaire; while