In Kansas City, Mo., Mrs. Eleanor Medsker, a middle-aged grandmother, penned an outraged letter to CPA: "How would you like to wear trousers so short that they come halfway to your neck? On account of you, I haven't been able to buy a dress long enough to come below my knees since the war started. I'm no bobbysoxer. ... I bought a suit that fits perfectly except that I can't sit down without hiking the skirt way up. . . ." *
Grandma Medsker was not the only one who was ruffled by a...
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