If by any happy chance she throws a lace wrap about her, then it clings; and if she lifts her gown-as she is apt to-it shows, not what I should have expected, but a Jupon, and even that clings.
"Further Foolishness"
Stephen Leacock
What a Jupon is I don't know.
"Further Foolishness"
Stephen Leacock
Take me somewhere close to Rector's Where a man can get a crab, Where the blondined waves are tossing And every eye-glance is a stab, Where there's froufrou of the Jupon And there's popping of the cork Anywhere the men and women Snap their fingers at the stork.
"The Red-Blooded Heroes of the Frontier"
Edgar Beecher Bronson