Advice from Putnum Monthly's "Best Dressed Man, 1889"

Back in my prime, I was regarded as quite a sublime dresser. In fact, I was the first man ever to not wear a hat.

[The fellows were not laughing when they saw six strands of flowing silver hair!]

My other sartorial pioneering includes winter coats that rose above the ankle and toning it down to merely three-piece suits in the summer.

Your century could learn a thing or two from a dashing, fashion-forward squire like myself. While I’m here I might as well pass judgment on your moderne stylings. Follow thoroughly or else you might be red-in-the-face wearing last fall’s morning coat!


Whoa there, Mr. Casual! I see one of your famous music-men, Kenneth West, thinks he can gallivant around town without a vest. There’s so much shirt exposed here I don’t know whether to avert my gaze or direct him to the nearest bathhouse!


Oh dear. I don't care how famous you are, Mr. Lopez, words and pictures are meant for railway advertisements and socialism newsletters—not “T” shirts.


I can’t help but bellow a hearty laugh, but you must admit seeing a lady in men’s swimwear is an almighty hoot! Pity for her, she will have to pay the full men’s fare at the boardwalk this summer!