Having already surrendered their long black tights to suburban housewives, seen their burlap skirts turn up as dormitory curtains, their madras shirts as bedspreads, and their turtleneck sweaters on Sean O'Casey, far-out females from coast to coast stood dismally by while the squares got beat and left them, pad-ridden, behind. Commonzens told them to cling fast lest sandals, too, go the way of guitars, but too late. Before anyone could say "Cool it, dad," high fashion had taken over.
Sandals, of course, are nothing new. Alexander the Great wouldn't have been caught...
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