Time was, not very long ago,
When Mabel’s walking skirt
Trailed half a yard behind to show
How well she swept the dirt.
But ‘short and sweet’ are in again ;
No more the grievance rankles,
For Mabel’s now curtailed her train
And shows her dainty ankles.
But Mabel has a thrifty mind
To supplement her charms.
The frills that once she wore behind
She fastens on her arms.
Her sleeves are made in open bags
Like trousers in the navy ;
No more she sweeps the streets, but drags
Her sleeve across the gravy.
