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                                            LOST  ON  DRESS  PARADE

                                                                                    O. Henry

                                  Mr. Towers Chandler was pressing his evening suit in his hall
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                            bed-room.  One iron was heating on a small gas stove; the other was
                            being pushed vigorously back and forth to make the desirable crease
                            that  would  be  seen  later  on  extending  in  straight  lines  from  Mr.
                            Chandler's  patent  leather  shoes  to  the  edge  of  his  low-cut  vest.  So
                            much  of  the  hero's  toilet  may  be  entrusted  to  our  confidence.  The
                            remainder may be guessed by those whom genteel poverty has driven
                            to ignoble expedient. Our next view of him shall be as he descends
                            the  steps  of  his  lodging-house  immaculately  and  correctly  clothed;
                            calm,  assured,  handsome  —  in  appearance  the  typical  New  York
                            young  club  man  setting  out,  slightly  bored,  to  inaugurate  the
                            pleasures of the evening.
                                  Chandler's honorarium was $ 18 per week. He was employed in
                            the office of an architect. He was twenty-two years old; he considered
                            architecture to be truly an art; and he honestly believed — though he
                            would not have dared to admit it in New York — that the Flatiron
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                            Building  was inferior in design to the great cathedral in Milan.
                                  Out of each week's earnings Chandler set aside $ 1. At the end
                            of  each  ten  weeks  with  the  extra  capital  thus  accumulated  he
                            purchased one gentleman's evening from the bargain counter of stingy
                            old Father Time. He arrayed himself in the regalia of millionaires and
                            presidents; he took himself to the quarter where life is brightest and
                            showiest, and there dined with taste  and  luxury.  With ten dollars a
                            man may, for a few hours, play the wealthy idler to perfection. The
                            sum  is  ample  for  a  well  considered  meal,  a  bottle  bearing  a
                            respectable  label,  commensurate  tips,  a  smoke,  cab  fare,  and  the
                            ordinary etceteras.
                                  This one delectable evening culled from each dull seventy was
                            to Chandler a source of renascent bliss. To the society bud comes but
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                            one debut , it stands alone sweet in  her memory when  her hair has

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                              hall   bedroom  (Am.):   a one-room  apartment
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                              the Flatiron Building:  a  house on  Broadway,   the father of skyscrapers,
                            built in 1902
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                              debut (Fr.): the first appearance in society, or on the stage
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