It was high noon, high season and hurly-burly last week on that nondescript stretch of Manhattan's Seventh Avenue that is the fount of American fashion. In scores of clangorous
workrooms, dressmakers tacked and stitched round the clock filling orders for spring and summer lines. Designers and assistants were feverishly sketching the fall collections that will go on show in May. On the street, whose signs proclaim it FASHION AVENUE, traffic was all but paralyzed by porters pushing wheeled racks of garments from shop to shipper. The end product of all this activity...
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