It isn't our fault, they are not made.

Look at those waists! There would be no room to put anything ?" "Nature, in fashioning woman, has not yet crept up to the artistic ideal.
The young man studies the picture on the postcard; on the coloured almanack given away at Christmas by the local grocer; on the advertisement of Jones' soap, and thinks with discontent of Polly Perkins, who in a natural way is as pretty a girl as can be looked for in this imperfect world.

Thus it is that woman has had to take to shorthand and typewriting.

Modern woman is being ruined by the artist.
How Women are ruined by Art.
Mr.Anstey tells a story of a young barber who fell in love with his own wax model.

All day he dreamed of the impossible.