Then there is another specimen of a dandy, somewhat different from him, who goes it with a perfect rush. He is sure to be in Broadway as often as one wishes to see him, but how fast he always walks how strongly scented with rich perfumes—how he swings hia little bit of a cane, and always doubles his shoulders up in the month of August, as one naturally would in February. He changes with the fashions once in every three months, and is never backward in bringing out the ” new style” at an early date. Upon this point he no doubt prides himself, as well as his tailors, who may probably be George P. Fox, Derby, or Jennings. His legs are very small, eel-ish enough; his pants exceedingly tight, his little moustache exquisitely curled, a la Dandy M , while his very delicate hands always seem to be cased finely in a fresh pair of light colored kids. When he walks Broadway he professes to be in great haste, cutting and sheering, nodding and swinging mid the crowd, as though on a race with his nose; or if you choose, as though a friend was some five blocks and a half ahead, and he desired to overtake him. Have you ” spotted ” him, reader ? What seems strange to me is that he never perspires, for meet him in July, with the thermometer at 98 in the shade, and he looks as cosy as in the month of December. No doubt but that he walks for exercise ! For the last three years or more, never have I beheld him walking with another person, so of course his circle of acquaintances must be limited! In fact, Broadway is the sole place where I have ever been able to discover him, when I had a desire ia point him out to a comrade, either by daylight or by gaslight. Who the dandy may be, I know not. What he does I can’t say. Where he lives is a mystery! He dresses with the times, looks neat, lazy, and from all appearances his occupation is promenading Broadway.
– John Denison Vose, Fresh Leaves from the diary of a Broadway Dandy – 1852 –
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