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We've changed our name slightly. . .

Yet one more great old Laurence Fellows or Leslie Saalburg illustration from the 1930s. . .  The Golden Age of Menswear!

We're changing our name.  From now on, The Average Guy's Guide to Classic Style will be known as Classic Style for the Average Guy.  A somewhat more concise title, we hope you will agree, that rolls off the tongue and stays in the mind a bit more easily.  For the time being, the web address remains the same, however, so you will not need to refresh your bookmark or fool around with your blogroll membership.  Spring Break is coming, so be sure to drop by again before long for more thoughts on natty attire and pleasant conduct.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. A wise decision. The previous title was ambiguous: Was the author an average guy or was the intended recipient of the advice an average guy?
    The reordering of the components places "Classic Style" in a position of prominence. Perhaps the next step will be to replace "for the Average Guy" with something that more accurately reflects the readership of this blog. Average guys, to the best of my knowledge, think that classic style means flipflops and sweatsuits.

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  2. Thank you, and sadly, I must concede, you are correct. Maybe one or two of the perpetually sloppy "high school boys" who might run across this blog by accident will recognize themselves and (fingers crossed) take heed. Hey, we can always dream, right?

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich

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