Montreal Daily Star, 27 October 1906, page 4

Bad taste rampant.

One wonders sometimes if half the women one meets are color blind.  They do wear such extraordinary combinations of hues and shades.  Blue and red, pink and purple, green and yellow, are all muddled up together.  Nothing so spoils a costume as a variety of colors.  The Note-book actually saw a girl recently with a mauve skirt and a reddish jacket.  Both were pretty enough colors by themselves, but imagine the two together!  Another had a reddish suit with a blue veil wound around her throat.  And so on ad lib.  One could walk down our chief shopping street and note dozens and dozens of equally flagrant cases of bad taste.  There is no excuse for it.  It is possible to be prettily and becomingly dressed no matter how poor you may be.  And it is by no means the woman with little money who is the worst offender—often quite the reverse.  The long purse tempts to a diversity of raiment and then the owner of the gowns and hats of all the colors of the rainbow gets them mixed and wears the wrong hat with the wrong costume, or the right costume with the wrong hat. 

And it is so simple—this rule of good dressing.  Stick to one color.  If you do that you can never be offensively dressed.  You may not be very smartly dressed, but, at least you will not look like an advertisement of some patent dyes, as so many women do.  Black suit, black hat, or blue suit, blue hat—whatever it may be.  Have the same note of color from skirt to top of head.  Then as for the ubiquitous blouse have the day one to match the skirt in silk or wool, and the dressy ones of white or cream.  Do not be tempted to indulge in pale blue or pink blouses.  It is only the woman who spends hundreds and hundreds on her clothes, who can indulge in fancy colored blouses.  The ordinary everyday woman must stick to white or cream or else have them match the skirt they are worn with.  Charming blouses are being made of soft silk or crepe de chine to wear with cloth skirts.  A brown one was of accordion pleated crepe with a square yoke over a chemisette of creamy lace.  This was worn with a brown broadcloth skirt.  Another pretty one of hunter’s green had a green taffeta blouse with straps of the material of the skirt coming over the shoulders. 

Color, color, color, it is the tripping stone of so many women.  Take the Note-book’s advice, dear readers and if you wish to be smart and well dressed (and who does not?) do not make your raiment resemble Joseph’s coat “of many colors.”