My DH moos at cows. I don't.
I think I would have been one to have broken all of these rules if I lived in that era. I am assuming that bloomers were the "cycling shorts" of the day.
And I *did* wear white kid gloves many many times until I was about 13 or 14. On holidays, to synagogue, dancing school. Boy, times were different. Wasn't too long after that, that I was wearing bell bottoms, black turtlenecks, and long, silver, dangly earrings, screaming at the police on the Boston Common.