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No. 1 - Opening Chorus

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Chorus: Now here is a chance to compare
The different types of the fair,
For here do the prettiest maids congregate
From ev'ry state.
That girl with the small dainty mouth
Is queen of society South,
And the tall handsome girl standing there to our right
Is the Northern light.
To the left are the stars of the West,
How d'you think they compare with the rest?
New England at least gives her share of the feast
From her belles down East.
Now see which you fancy the best,
The North, South, the East or the West.
   
Little Girls: Though we're called too young for society's whirls
By the girls of the social rout,
It's because we could just about cut them out.
Cadets: No doubt!
Girls: For while they are much more stylish young girls,
We are much more girlish in style;
And we'd use our girlish guile
For a while and smile.
Cadets: Yes, smile!
Such are the decoys that a maiden employs
To capture with rapture susceptible boys,
To set the heart burning and turning with yearning
The boys into men and the men into toys.
Girls: Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha!
Oh, don't you care my military chaps;
You know that we couldn't do without you.
Some day you will find your affinity perhaps
Maybe she is here. Look about you.
Full Chorus: Now here is a chance to compare
The different types of the fair,
For here do the prettiest maids congregate
From ev'ry state.
That girl with the small dainty mouth
Is queen of society South,
And taken together a mixture you see
That represents weather of ev'ry degree,
The North, South, the East or the West.
Now which do you like the best?
The leaders of vanity fair.
Their beauty is surely quite rare
Where vanity reigns and where each beauty thrills
With her frocks and her frills,
So if you are sent by the press
To write up the latest in dress,
The art of a Felix or Paquin abounds
In such gowns, gowns, gowns!
The art of a modiste abounds,
And Worth in his elegance crowns
The belles of the different towns
And making all stare at such beauty rare
Quite amazing they stand gazing,
As you near them you can hear them,
Crying "Such gowns! Such gowns!
Such gowns! Such gowns! Gowns!"

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