The girl with a mink coat was once the most blessed of women, envied by her cloth-covered friends and respected even by headwaiters. Not so any more. As postwar prosperity made it possible for almost anyone to have a mink, almost anyone bought one. Secretaries and shopgirls began to turn up in Hollanderized versions, and though the pelts were sometimes poor and the cut was often sloppy, the fur was undeniably mink. Today mink spills off park benches, stadium bleachers and beauty-parlor coat racks as if it were so much mattress ticking.
The obvious result is a feeling among the...
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