It has never been terribly hard to tell a society matron from a schoolgirl. One has a corsage of wet violets pinned to her lapel and the other smells faintly of peanut butter. But over the past few years both clubwomen and students, along with salesgirls, social workers, grandmothers and governesses, have adopted a common undergarment, and whatever the figure and however different the proportions, the total basic result is the same. Everyone is wearing stretch tights.
No Girdle Needed. Once the uniform of ballet dancers (who wore the real, torso-covering thing),...
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