I was riding downtown in the subway and, as was my usual custom, I fell to studying the people about me. My attention was drawn to three girls who sat just opposite me. They were, what some people would call, typical flappers-knee length dresses and rolled clown socks and everything else that goes with them. A little old lady sitting by my side nudged me and whispered, “Isn’t it shameful how our girls dress today?” I smiled and wondered. I was not shocked to hear one girl say, “Oh, it was the most exciting boxing bout-I never want to miss another.” But the little old lady at my side gasped and whispered, stage fashion, “Horrible!” Then she confided in me.