26 September 1924 The plain fact is that the average girl, let alone the average woman, is not designed to wear the new sheath dresses
FLEET STREET, THURSDAY
Views of the new fashion at some of the dress shows that are being held this week suggest that one solution to the problem “What shall we do with our boys?” is to have them trained, as in another aspect one might fear that if these fashions prevail the whole of the distributive trades which have to deal with nourishing foods will be up in arms at the menace to their fortunes. The plain fact is that the average girl, let alone the average woman, is not designed to wear the new sheath frocks. She may contrive to look well in them, thanks to the beauty of the material and her own good looks, but she would look infinitely better with, say, an extra six to twelve spare inches, and if she does not get them the aesthetic sense of the public will certainly send out an S.O.S.
Of course there are girls like hazel wands, “tall and straight and slender,” who can afford the sheath frock or sheath coat provided they carry themselves like hazel wands and do not adopt the undulating walk of those mannequins who balance their heads back at an angle of 33 degrees from their tripping feet. There is, one feels, an element of unkindness about the dress shows where comfortably proportioned women, young and elderly, sit in rows and gaze at the frocks worn by some sylph far too slim and good for human nature’s daily food, and imagine themselves wearing those frocks with just that effect. A sense of tragedy broods above them. The disinterested spectator longs to cry, “Have a care. Trust her not. She is fooling thee.”