George Ade

The Slim Princess George Ade

The Mohammedan sanctuaries with their hideous stencil decorations and bulbous domes arejostled by many new shops with blinking fronts and German merchandise. The orthodox turn theirfaces toward Mecca while the enlightened dream of a journey to Paris. Men of title lately have madethe pleasing discovery that they may drink champagne and still be good Mussulmans. The red slipperhas been succeeded by the tan gaiter. The voluminous breeches now acknowledge the superiorgraces of intimate English trousers. Frock-coats are more conventional than beaded jackets. The fezremains as a part of the insignia of the old faith and hereditary devotion to the Sick Man. The generation of males which has been extricating itself from the shackles of Orientalism hasnot devoted much worry to the Condition of Woman. In Morovenia woman is still unliberated. She does not dine at a palm-garden or hop into avictoria on Thursday afternoon to go to the meeting of a club organized to propagate cults. If shemet a cult face to face she would not recognize it. Nor does she suspect, as she sits in her prison apartment, peeping out through the lattice at themonotonous drift of the street life, that her sisters in far-away Michigan are organizing and raisingmissionary funds in her behalf.