Itâs quite an elaborate gown sheâs wearing. The white velvet billows out to impossibly wide proportions, embroidered on the front with pioneer wagons, horses and olive branches and, for some reason, with ducks on the sleeves. Thereâs a 30-foot golden train trailing behind her, and a ginormous bonnet that looks like itâs about to swallow her head. Such is what passed for queenly fashion back in 1947, when the Days of â47 parade marked its 50th birthday, as well as the 100th anniversary of the Mor... <iframe src="http://www.sltrib.com/csp/mediapool/sites/sltrib/pages/garss.csp" height="1" width="1" > </frame>