Works in the Herald 1929
11. THE BLOCK
As I went strolling down The Block,
Mid marocain and crepe de chine,
My eye lit on a lovely frock --
A most enchanting shade of green.
A bouffant skirt (they're all the rage),
A deep lace yoke caught at one side,
With plain revers of deepest sage
Had beige boleros, loosely tied.
Tight-fitting sleeves, piped with cerise,
Were appliqued with motifs rare;
A tulle scarf, falling to the knees,
Turned back and left one shoulder bare. . .
They say a most delicious maid
Inhabited this dream of bliss.
But I'd not time, I am afraid,
To notice this.
Herald, 22 February 1929, p6