DEPORTMENT FOR WOMEN.

Sisters, when fashion first decreed To our devoted sex That beauty must be broken-kneed And spinal cords convex; When sheathlike skirts without a crease Were potent to attract, Those were the piping times of peace When everybody slacked. But, since the menace of "The Day" Has commandeered the Nut, Since demi-saison modes display A military cut, It's up to us to do our bit Each time we take the road, For, if we wear a warlike kit, The mien must match the mode. What! would you set a "forage cap" Upon a drooping brow? The feet that used to mince and tap Must stride with vigour now; No longer must a plastic crouch Debilitate the knees; We've finished with the "Slinker Slouch;" Heads up, girls, if you please!