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Even the bathing suits, accompanied by huge cartwheel hats, seem more decorative than functional.
Women in large cartwheel hats, women with dresses tapering down to their feet so that they could hardly walk.
A Fifth Avenue shirt shows a woman in a cartwheel hat clutching shopping bags and leading a poodle.
Large black cartwheel hats add drama to snug ribbed sweaters worn with wrap-over skirts.
As the music soared, I imagined myself in a lacy white gown and a huge cartwheel hat, sipping Champagne around 1910.
'With this I would make a simple straight skirt that sits just on the knee, and a large cartwheel hat trimmed with the suit fabric.'
The Tollemarche ladies, in bonnets and cartwheel hats, gave teas at which they coyly sipped at China tea flavoured with lemon and mint.
But there were occasional whimsical touches like large cartwheel hats as big as umbrellas worn with jumpers and jump suits, and rounded skirts made of patchwork fabrics.
A young woman, wearing Army fatigues and a purple cartwheel hat, lifted a small boy out of the way and held him easily in her arms while she waved his hand to the train.
Resettling her straw cartwheel hat atop her head, she peered down the length of the final furrow, the slim trough in the raised ridge running out toward the east side of the valley.
Gamely donning cartwheel hats and demure couture to impersonate the late, great Dorothy, Mary-Louise Parker usually strikes a modern-glam look - long tousled hair, slim black or white duds.
Following the murder of JonBenet Ramsey, there was a news photograph of the child wearing the sort of feather boa and cartwheel hat that Mae sported in "She Done Him Wrong."
Plenty of magazines found their way here, and Marina had been known to peruse the drawings in them from time to time, gazing with wonder at the cartwheel hats, the bustle skirts, the PBs in their shoulder-baring gowns and upswept hair.
She felt so drab in her black-at the next table was a woman in a wonderful suit of French blue trimmed in purple velvet, with a purple silk shirtwaist and a huge purple velvet rose at her throat, cartwheel hat to match.
Mina, in her account of the day's events, wrote that she was "looking at a very beautiful girl, in a big cartwheel hat, sitting in a Victoria outside Giuliano's, when I felt Jonathan clutch my arm so tight that he hurt me, and he said under his breath: 'My God!'