And finally the Sun in Sunday arrived: Sol invictus (Ger., Eng.) fought his way through fog and clouds, and won, as he ever does, just a bit later as usual.
Work in the bookmines goes its way, now they slowly realise that I am there and that something like an archive is forming, so they throw all kind of things at me. Last week I receives a box with materials concerning the (pretty successful) life of a disciple of the school containing diaries from the first world war. I still had no time to sort through this materials, forget to read in them. There may be more to come. It would be nice if they threw another contract at me too. We’ll see.
Worming my way through the bookmines I found a small booklet titled Social life in England. Life in the nineteenth and twentieth century by John FINNEMORE (Eng.)*, written originally 1911/1912, a very interesting read. Here is what he has to say about the way people dressed in the early 19th century.
“In conclusion, let us take a glance at the people who walked through the streets of that period. Here comes a gentleman of the old school. He still wears a flapped waistcoat, his wig is bushy and well powdered, his shoes have great silver buckles. Here is another man with powdered hair, but it hangs down his back gathered into a long pigtail. He has very tight trousers and Hessian boots which come up to the knee and are adorned with tassels. Next comes a young buck in a broad, curly brimmed hat. Of his face and neck you can see nothing, they are so thickly swathed in a huge muffler; for that reason the people call this kind of dandy an “Invisible”. Here is another smart young fellow in a swallow-tail coat. The tails hang nearly to his feet, and are so narrow that they fly like a couple of ribbons behind him. He wears trousers of black silk, which fir him like his skin, and stop short at the middle of the calf. A patch of white silk stocking is seen, and his feet are shod with very thin light shoes called pumps.
The ladies look just as strange to our modern eyes. Their waists are up under their shoulders, their bonnets are of enormous size, shaped like coal-scuttles, and bearing great masses of ribbons and artificial flowers. they are also fond of tall, towering ostrich-feathers,and their shawls are worked in lively patterns of crimson, white and green.
No more does he [the dandy] sport the crimson velvet waist-coat, with large buttons of glass; the tall, throttling stock with a great brooch stuck in it, or a cascade of glittering chains. Gone is the fob where a watch the size of a small turnip was packed away, and from which dangled a great bunch of seals. No more does he wear his hair in a great clustering mass on his shoulders, and smother it with oil or pomatum or bear’s grease, till you can smell him across the street. dress is simpler, manners are quieter nowadays. In this respect, as in others, the century has altered, and altered for the better.”
Sunday Music will follow sometimes later, now I have to go for a walk.
* Here in the version edited by Hans TAUSENDFREUND, 2. Auflage, Leipzig und Berlin 1927 (Teubners neusprachliche Lektüre, Reihe I: Englisch, hg.v. G. ROTHWEILER und E. WETZEL, Heft VI)