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[Shellhaas <pa...@vo...>]

Ntures abroad in a checked suit, ribald strangers will look at him meaningly and remark to one another

that the center of population appears to be shifting again. It has been my observation that fat men are instinctively
drawn to short tan overcoats for the early fall. But a fat man in a short tan
overcoat, strolling up

the avenue of a sunny afternoon, will be constantly overhearing persons behind him wondering why they didn't wait until night to move the
bank vault. That irks him sore; but if he turns round to reproach them he is liable to shove an old lady or a poor blind man off the sidewalk, and then, like as not, some gamin will sing out: "Hully gee, Chimmy, wot's become of
the rest of the parade? 'Ere's the bass drum goin' home all by itself." I've known of just such remarks being made and I assure you they cut a sensitive soul to the core. Not for the fat man are the snappy clothes
for varsity men and the patterns called by the tailors
confined because that is what they should be but aren't. Not for him the silken shirt with the broad stripes. Shirts with stripes that were meant to run vertically but are caused to run horizontally, by reasons over which the wearer has no control, remind others of the awning over

an Italian grocery. So the fat man must stick to sober navy blues

and depressing blacks and melancholy grays. He is advised that he should wear his evening clothes whenever possible, because black and white lines are more becoming to him. But even in evening clothes, that wide expanse of glazed shirt
and those white enamel studs will put the onlookers in mind of the front end of a dairy lunch or so I have been cruelly told. When planning public utilities, who thinks of a fat man? There never was a