Hashimura Togo. [Pg 25] [Pg 25] III HON. MISS DRESSMAKER [Pg 27] [Pg 27] III HON. MISS DRESSMAKER To Editor Woman’s Page Who Understand How Ladies Can Be Dress-Made Until They Appear Beautiful. Dear Mr Sir: During my progress around from places to places I have got acquaintance with all sorts American musical instruments. Banjos, gasolene, stoves, trumbones and basso drums I have heard shooting their music. But never until of recently did I encounter a sew-machine doing so. Sew-machines are different from pianos in several ways. Pianos are good for accompany ladies singing; sew-machines are useful for accompany ladies gossiping. This I notice. Place at which I was most formerly employed was Mrs Jno W. Smith (pronounced the same way) who reside by her husband near Poison Ivy View, Conn. This Mrs Smith have a mind full of drygoods. She speak of her friends in dressmake language entirely. “Jno,” she say to her husband when they[Pg 28] set down for dinner-eat ceremony, “to-day I met the most charming Brussels lace with accordeon tassels at wrists and elbows.” [Pg 28] “What was her name in real life?” require Hon. Smith with nervus expression of check-book. “Mrs Ethel Crabapple,” report Hon. Mrs Jno, her mind making drop-stitches of fashionable pattern. “She have took up woman-suffrage movement and speaks very beautiful under her pink majolica hat of baby ostrich plumes.” Hon. Jno Smith sigh like a bye-gone day. “Ethel Crabapple!” he renig for slight sentiment. “I knew her when she was merely Ethel Scraggs. How is she?” “Quite well, I think,” relapse Mrs Jno. “She
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