In order to appreciate the following report from The Leader of May 23, it is necessary to climb in your imagination into the balcony at the north end of the auditorium, above the Sunday school room --- long since sealed off --- and look down upon a sea of springtime flowers and feathers, butterflies and bows riding high on broad-brimmed headgear below.
He headline reads, "Harder than pulling teeth" ---
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The following illustrates the pride the ladies take in their head gear and the hold on them by the fashionable milliner. At the Methodist church on Sunday evening there was a large audience assembled to hear the baccalaureate sermon by Rev. McCullagh and the great auditorium resembled a vast flower garden, with humming birds and feathers interspersed, until the male portion of the congregation was hid away like weeds under the blossoms. It was impossible to see out.
Rev. Fred Palmer arose and requested that the ladies remove their hats. There was a silent sigh permeating the auditorium, a hesitance and then slowly the domes were dismantled. "But it was like pulling teeth," as the saying is.
One lady was observed to clutch her hat with both hands, survey the landscape o'er, halt, remove the anchors two or three times, fasten them tighter into her switch, reach into her mouth, remove her false teeth and then settle back into her seat with an air of relief --- but her hat didn't come off. It is to be surmised that she thought a penance had been asked for her presence and she chose between two physical tortures.
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