Chief drawing-card at a charity fête in Teddington, outside London, one day last week was a well-publicized ride by a well-clothed modern Lady Godiva. Hundreds of amused spectators lined the sidewalks as 13-year-old Mirabelle Muller, in flesh-colored trunks, brassière and long flaxen wig, mounted an old grey mare and ambled through the streets. No Peeping Tom peeked but a Prissy Peter caused lady and mare trouble:
Out of a knot of sidewalk spectators bustled a puritanical gaffer. He grabbed Lady Godiva's wrist, clawed at her dangling bare leg: "Down with this sacrilege; wearing...
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