The following is an excerpt from Appendix VII of my book, A Trip and a Tumble. Get the Book on Amazon "…Men's perplexity at where fashionable women store things (such as when Jacob puzzles over Theresa's "magician's trick" with his business card) was such a comic trope in the nineteenth-century that a poem on the subject appeared in a popular publication: A Woman's Pocket Just where it is one never knows Beneath the folds it never shows; Above, below, before, behind, A puzzle to the human mind! Man never knows his helplessness Until he tries in woman's dress To find the pocket. 'Twas sooner found in early days Before they had the polonaise! Dressmakers now are sore perplexed To know just where to hide it next! In these hard times of scanty purse 'Tis hard to find the dress-- But worse to find the pocket. A fact by husbands too well known, She finds his pocket; while her own Is so concealed about her dress It long since lost its usefulness. She bears her purse now in her hand Because she never can command That hidden pocket. He's new to matrimonial cares Who volunteers to run up stairs And fetch a trifle, more or less, His bride left in some other dress! Believe me, nature ne'er designed That mortal man should ever find A woman's pocket. He opens wide the closet door; Each hook so full of robes galore, That ere he finds the proper gown Each dress in turn has tumbled down. Into the plaquet hole at back He thrusts his arm; alas! Alack! 'Tis not the pocket.
He drags it out in his despair And spreads it o'er an easy-chair-- He lifts up each tuck and fold and seam, Walks round and round as in a dream; He's much too good a man to swear, Yet undevoutly wonders where She keeps that pocket. He grabs it up, and rushing down Upon her lap he tosses the gown. "In truth you are 'the better half' If you can find— why do you laugh?" "I laugh because you've brought me here A petticoat, my hubby dear, To find the pocket."